Smaug's daughter

From one world to another

I was trying to fall asleep and I'd tried all of the tricks without success. I'd opened the window so the room was cold even though I'd probably wake up with a cold. I'd tried breathing exercises: Breathing in for 5 seconds, then holding it for 5 and then breathing out for 5. I'd even counted backwards from 200 in spanish. And I was no closer to falling asleep than my dog, who was sleeping in my bed with me of course, was close to sitting up and talking to me.

Aaaa. I really ought to fall asleep soon so I would be able to get up early tomorrow and get started on my essay. It was due at midnight.

Well, there was that last thing I could do, although I shouldn't... Considering I had recently been diagnosed with not only ADHD, but also maladaptive daydreaming disorder, my therapist had advised me to ease down on the daydreaming before sleep. But my phone revealed the time was nearing 2AM and I was getting desperate. Besides, my therapist had said to ease down, not immediately stop? Right? Right.

Okay: Snuggling into my multiple duvets I closed my eyes again to plan the daydream that I could fall asleep to. Since I had watched the first and second Hobbit movies before going to bed, that was where my mind went. More specifically, towards Thranduil. I had been obsessed with him for years now. I'd probably scrounged through all the fanfictions on AO3 involving him. But no fic ever managed to scratch that specific itch of what I needed from him. Not that the fics were poorly written, not at all - most authors on AO3 wrote better than published books I'd read, but what I wanted always felt like the missing piece in a puzzle, many other pieces were good, great even and I tried them all but I could never quite find the one who fit. And you know what they say: If you can't find it, write it. Well, I couldn't pull up my computer now, then I'd never fall asleep. Second best to writing was just imagining it in your head.

So to that, I couldn't just barge into the Woodland Realm, couldn't just go knocking on the door expecting to bang Thranduil without further ado. No, that wouldn't be realistic. I had to have a reason. I had to create a persona. A backstory for myself in Middle-Earth. I had to be someone that he would fuck.

So who would I be? Elf had always been the obvious choice, but for this particular daydream I found it too mundane. I wanted to be something else. Someone more interesting.

I had recently gotten into reading a particularly smutty series about dragons-shifting-men. Dragons who had one true mate. Hmmm. Of course, Thranduil couldn't be the dragon. I had to be the dragon. Me being a dragon would make for extremely intriguing drama considering Thranduil hated them so.

But I couldn't just be any dragon, it had to make sense for the story. My mind immediately jumped to Smaug, but he wouldn't exactly make the best fatherly figure. Hmm. Maybe he went mad when my mother died dramatically because they were mates? Speaking of which: maybe my mother was elven? Yes. I could be half dragon and half elven. Perfect. I could be raised by Beorn since he also was a skin-changer and that is also where I would meet Thorin & company. The fact that I was Smaug's daughter would be problematic, but I'd get to that later. Obviously I'd go with Thorin & company into the forest. We would be taken by the elves and then I would get to meet Thranduil who would be my mate and so the moment he laid eyes on me he would be affected because I would go into heat. My pheromones would drive him crazy until he had to have me. And considering I was half dragon he would probably hate-fuck me into oblivion because he hates dragons. Yes. It was all coming together now... Through my intensive daydreaming planning I found myself increasingly more sleepy and horny by the second.

ZZZzzzZZZZZzz....zzzZZZZZzzz

I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep until I woke myself up the next morning by a loud snore - one that probably came from me - I huffed at no one in particular and snuggled deeper into my bed. Somehow, it didn't feel as soft as the day before, but I was too drowsy to notice much.