Written for the Fell Beasts "Dragons" prompt.
Bilbo dozed even more than usual, these days; at night his sleep was fitful. For several nights in a row he'd dreamed of an immense fiery Eye, fierce and unblinking as a dragon's, probing his every feeling and thought. And then –
He woke from a mid-morning snooze with searing, burning pain consuming his whole body. Gasping, he doubled up in his chair; someone saw, and sprinted for Elrond. The Half-Elven approached more slowly than was his wont, leaning on Erestor's arm.
"It's… gone, now," Bilbo assured him, shaky but relieved. Elrond managed a weary smile.
"Indeed, Bilbo. It has gone."