The piece that came to my mind this time is his poem "The Dragon's Visit", particularly the original ending:
. . . the moon shone through his green wings
the night air beating
[As] he flew back over the dappled sea
to a green dragons' meeting.
We tend to forget just how evocative Tolkien's prose (and, rarely, his verse); it's good to remind ourselves every once in a while.
current reading: THE OTHER WIND by Le Guin (a reread, just finished) and BORN TO BE POSTHUMOUS, a biography of Edward Gorey (disappointing).
Recent viewing: YELLOW SUBMARININE (just finished; as weird as ever), THE ROOSEVELTS by Ken Burns, MARY POPPINS RETURNS.
UPDATE: corrected the date