"You think you can deceive me, "barrel-
rider"? You have come from Lake-town!" Smaug sneered, his eyes wide in anger as he searched for Bilbo, hidden under fallen tapestries.

He watches as the great dragon talks to himself, his pupils dilating and thinning out in his rage, "This is some sordid scheme hatched between these filthy Dwarves and those miserable tub-trading Lake-men. Those sniveling cowards with their long bows and black arrows." Smaug snarls.

His head is finally turned to the entrance he once made, and he stalks toward it, hissing, "Perhaps it is time I paid them a visit."

Bilbo's eyes widen as he feels the danger that the lake men are in. This will not end well for them; it'll end in fire, just like Dale. He cannot let that happen.

He springs from under the tapestries and calls after the golden-eyed dragon, "Wait! You cannot go to Lake-town!"  Smaug turns, looking down his snout at Bilbo, who rushes up to stop him.

What can he do to stop me?

Smaug growls as he lowers his head, sneering at Bilbo in his face. "Oh, so you care about them, do you? ... Good. Then you can watch them die." He turns, but again before he can make it to the door, a famiakrj deep voice calls out, stopping the dragon in his tracks.

"I am here ... you witless worm!" It is Throin standing upon a stricter that still has to be revealed. Smaug growls under his breath and turns to face the dwarf king, hissing, "You!" But despite the anger in his voice, the Dwarf does not sway and snaps back. "I am taking back what you stole!" Smaug scoffs as he creeps toward Throin.

"You will take nothing from me, Dwarf! I
laid low the warriors of old; I instilled terror in the hearts of men. I am 'King Under the Mountain'!" So he thunders, but Throin is not that easy to dissuade.

"This is not your kingdom. These are Dwarf
lands, Dwarf gold - and we will have our revenge!" So he says and then calls to his friends in dwarfish, "Let him have it!"

And the dwarves standing behind the structure and the mold falling apart in fear slabs reveal the treasure within: an incredible golden statue of the former dwarf king Thror at least 80 feet tall.

For a moment, Smaug is stunned by the tremendous glittering gold, greed filling his gaze. Even Thorin gasped at the gold, his desire filling his being like water falling.

Bur Smaug soom snaps out of it as the golds break, melting from the pleasure within. It soom fills the all and drowns Smaug in it shrieking.

And then the hall falls quiet.

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I feel it before I see it.

The air shook with the rage of a dragon. My horns start to tremble, fluttering in the fear that creeps over my spine and to my neck. If a dragon is angered, then there's no chance for this to be easy.

But I have to try anyway.

So with a deep breath, I start my descent lower into the valley, where I can see a town on the lake that is burning. I bite back my gasp. I know I have to stay hidden until the dragon has calmed down. But I cannot. I feel that there's something terrible going to happen very soon. So I decided to circle the battlefield to ensure the situation.

That's when I see the dragon attacking the town. He is a red-golden dragon with bat-like wings and a huge tail. He was slightly bigger than my father, which is saying a lot. But, on the other hand, my father is old and can rival almost the Elder of our tribe. I let a breath of vapor flee from my nares and continue to circle high above the burning town. But even here, I can hear the fire drake's thundering voice. "Who are you that would stand against me?!" I sink lower, trying to study the bowman standing against this great dragon atop a tower. It is broken and swaying. He will not last long.

He is going to kill him! My mind screamed, Save the dragon, you idiotic girl!

I take a deep breath when I see the glinting arrow hoisted to the back of a small boy, clearly scared of the dragon's rage. I Thunder out a warning, desperate roar that shakes the ground making the great red golden dragon and the bowman too.

They look up, and when I descend, I hear the unmistakable sound of screams lifting the air. I land, crushing some buildings in the process. I wince, hoping that there's not a soul in there. I then turn to face the male drake seeing his golden eyes already on me.

He drinks in my appearance like I am some Kim's of treasure. I am too caught in those golden orbs of his even to notice that the bowman has shaken out of his thoughts and is now aiming the arrow at my head. Even though I have to attack him, I still threaten his people.

Smaug seems to snap out of his thoughts when I Yelp as the arrow is lodged between the scales on my neck and head. Dead spot. I growl as the pain takes over and falls, but Smaug reacts, flying at me and spiraling upwards so he can grasp me with his talons.

Once they're safely aorund my form, he takes to the air taking the tower down with him. But that tower is not his greatest care right now. No, I am.

I gasp for air as I feel the cold rush against my (s/c) scales and widen my eyes, trying to keep them open. The great dragon lands some paces away from lake town, putting me down gently as he can on the forest-covered ground,

The arrow is still lodged between my jaw and throat, threatening to hit the pulse that trimmers with my life force that dwindles. "Don't move," the dragon spoke, his voice deep and tinged with authority and fear.

I frown. What could a great dragon such as his fear in this world do?

The question goes unanswered as he walks aorund my body, trying to spot something that can stop the bleeding. Soon he finds a patch of soft moss on the stones that grow from the cliff that stands aorund lake town. The twin is still burning, and its people are crying out, still trying to flee from the flames.

But I soon start to fade from the blood loss, and when I feel the sting of the moss against my geeking wound, I sigh in pain before my eyes find the great dragon.

He is tending to it with the care I've never seen in a dragon. "You're... safe," I croak out, and he pauses in his movement "yes, thanks to you. But why would you throw yourself in like that? You're a stranger in my land," he says, and I chuckle the movement straining my scales and moving the arrow that is still logged into my scales. The dragon winced.

"This is going to hurt," he warns, and before I get time to say anything, he wraps his jaws over the arrow shaft and drags it lose.

I let loose a roar of pain that sends great traemos through the earth. "sorry," the dragon muttered as he spits the arrow away, the black material clattering to the ground with a dull thud. Soon Smaug started to clean my wound, his spittle stinging in my injury as the acid touched baren flesh. "you'll heal in under five days, I fear, so no more flying before you're healed," the dragon spoke as if he has any authority over which make me growl and sneer at him "you're not my king. Ngh... you -- Im only here because I have felt this call for help. I believe it is you." 

Smaug stopped his moments, his tongue slipping back into his maw "what are you talking about?" he asked, his golden eyes serious and wide. I raised my head and stared into his eyes. "I mean: you're the one I came for. You're the one my heart has been telling me to go to. my One" 

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