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Smaug x reader - Riddling talk

You advanced into the treasure chamber, heart beating quickly. Since Bilbo had been injured, a sprained ankle, you had volunteered to take his place and scout the chamber to see if Smaug was there. As long as he slept, everything would be fine. For now.

A coin fell to the ground, startling you. What had caused it to drop?

Slowly, you lifted your eyes to the celling. There, on the top of the vault, was- Smaug.

He was the largest thing you had ever seen. You hadn't been at Erebor at the time he attacked, so nothing prepared you for the creature's immensity. The dragon dropped to the ground gracefully in front of you, dislodging several piles of gold taller than you were.

"Well, well," He said, looking at you, tiny in comparison to him. "What do I have here? A dwarf?"

Your brain worked furiously, trying to find a way to escape. The dragon could fly, but you didn't know how fast. It's claws were huge, and you couldn't win a fight against it. Flattery? Then the answer hit you- riddles.

You vaguely remembered Gandalf telling you how much dragons love riddling talk, and are fascinated by it.

"Well, who are you?" Asked the dragon, looking down at you. "Speak!"

"If you please, O mighty Smaug- I was only speechless because of your great strength. Never have I seen a creature so powerful!" You called up to him. "And as for who I am- I am the eagle-rider; I am the one who burgles for the burglar."

The dragon laughed. "Pretty titles! Do you have any other ones?" He was obviously enjoying this.

"I am- The one who differs; the friend of foes!" You added.

This was true; you were the only dwarf in the company who didn't hate elves. In fact, you liked them, and they liked you.

"I am the link in the chain; I am the strength in the weakness." You continued.

This was true also, because you were the one who kept the company together, always helping them get along and you were a supporting voice when things went badly.

"I am the lucky number thirteen! I am- I am Y/N." You ended.

You were actually the thirteenth dwarf Thorin had asked to join the company. And even though you knew it was a bad idea to reveal your name to a dragon, you couldn't help but feel it was right to do, somehow.

Smaug laughed, impressed at your bravery and titles. "Very well. My turn now; I am Smaug, the destroyer of kingdoms; I am the crusher of hopes and devourer of kings; My claws are spears and my teeth are swords; my scales are armour; I am fire, I am death!" He roared, spreading his wings.
(A/N: Sorry if it's not the right order, I only wrote this from memory...)

You took this as your cue to run.
And run you did. You ran through corridors and along columns, Smaug chasing you. Yet somehow, you felt he didn't actually want to kill you. He was flying after you, yes, claws outstretched, but you could see he wasn't at his maximum power. The thought of what his full power could be frightened you.

Finally, you made it to a small corridor where only you could pass through, leaving Smaug behind.

You ran on nonetheless, but as you exited the hall into the open air, you could've sworn you heard Smaug whisper: 'Until we meet again, Y/N.'