Mel cleared her throat awkwardly and nodded, placing a hand gently on the fae's shoulders. "My apologies, you simply caught me off guard, Saeril." 

Tauriel glanced back over her shoulder at the town as they rode away in pursuit of the escaping Orcs, part of her worried about whether Mel was alright, and she was also concerned about what the other she-elf would do when she realised that they had left her behind.

"I...I come from under the hill." Bilbo answered carefully as he tried to subtly inch towards the stone. 
"Under hill?" the dragon questioned, looking partially puzzled but otherwise interested by the riddle-like way in which the hobbit spoke. If there was one other fatal flaw in dragons other than their vanity, it was that they loved riddles.
"And over hills and under hills my path has led, and through the air, I am he who walks unseen." the hobbit was forced to stop moving as the dragon's head lowered towards him, he could smell his breath and he almost choked it was so foul.
"Lovely titles." drawled Smaug. "What else do you claim to be?"