[ Gandalf would be quite put out if Mafuyu broke his pipe in well-meaning but slightly pointless efforts to stop the old man from smoking! He isn't quite sure if he could get a replacement here, and he's rather fond of this one.

He glances over at the girl once or twice as he peruses the book but makes no effort to hide any pages. If anything, he shifts it just a bit so that she can get a better view in her new position. At her question, he taps a finger on a grey stick figure with a blue pointy hat over in the middle somewhere.]

I believe that one is meant to be me, and unless I'm sorely mistaken, this was what later came to be known as the Battle of Five Armies.

[He pauses to consider for a moment how best to summarize.]

Really, it started out as a stand off between three - an army of Dwarves, an army of Elves, and an army of Men - in a disagreement over what to do with the dragon's gold. Then a vast host of Goblins and Wargs and other foul things turned up to stake their own claim, and the other three joined together in defense.

I aided them against the goblin army, and at length we were joined by the Eagles - [ represented on the page by several brown v shapes in the sky ] - until at last the leader of the Goblins was felled. His underlings panicked and fled, and the day was indeed won. ... though not without cost.

[Hence why it was a bad day. Gandalf is pretty used to people he is fond of dying, but that hardly means he likes it.]