Upon the Hearth by Narya

Chapter 1

Galadmîr snorted in his sleep. Narvi paused, watching smoke curl from his nostrils, and sighed with relief as the little dragon wrapped his tail delicately around his muzzle and settled against the hearth. 

"You were saying?" Celebrimbor asked, returning to the sheaves of sketched plans.

Narvi, though, was still eyeing Galadmîr, and shook her head. "I'd never have believed it, if I hadn't seen for myself. An Elf adopting a dragon..."

"Galadmîr has been in my family for a long time."

A swift, sharp look. "Now that's a story I'd very much like to hear." She jumped as Galadmîr snored again. His clawed forearm twitched as though grasping at unseen prey, and the firelight danced red as blood on his scales.

"It's alright." Celebrimbor smiled fondly as a log shifted in the grate, and sparks shot up the chimney. "He's just dreaming."