Maleficent released Mel from her grip, knowing the stiffness coming from her. "Apologies, for being born in Fangorn, our greetings and giving thanks were not common like the rest of our kind", she explained with a nervous smile. "But, really, thank you", placing a hand on her shoulder to replicate the common way of the Elves. 

"Just feeling...strange", Legolas admitted to her after he just saw his own blood. "It's not over yet", he replied after they both jumped on the horse, and advanced in the same direction as the orc.

"Truly. The tales and songs fall utterly short of your enormity, oh Smaug, the stupendous", Bilbo stammered as Smaug made a growl with a purr. "Do you think flattery will keep you alive?", he asked the Hobbit. "No. No" "No indeed. You seem familiar with my name. But I don’t remember smelling your kind before. Who are you and where do you come from, may I ask?", the fire-breather took a sniff of the air. As Bilbo goes to answer, he spots, at the corner of his eye, the Arkenstone in the distance.