The silence inside the vast halls of Erebor was thick and oppressive, broken only by the soft clinking of gold coins shifting beneath Bilbo's feet. He moved cautiously through the massive gallery of treasure, his wide eyes taking in the gleaming mountains of wealth that surrounded him. His heart pounded in his chest as he reached out and pulled a small golden cup from one of the mounds. Unbeknownst to him, the cup set off a small landslide of gold, causing the pile to shift and tumble downward.
The last few coins clattered to the ground, revealing something that made Bilbo's blood turn to ice—a large, bulbous, lidded eye. The slitted pupil twitched beneath the heavy lid, and Bilbo froze in horror.
Smaug.
The dragon lay burrowed beneath the vast mountain of gold, his colossal body hidden by shimmering treasure. Wisps of vapor rose from his nostrils, gently swirling upward. The soft sound of his breath filled the chamber, and with each exhale, the mounds of gold subtly heaved and resettled.
Bilbo's heart raced as he realized the enormity of the beast. Smaug was far larger than he had imagined, and the sheer power of the dragon's presence made him feel impossibly small. The thief backed away slowly, clutching the golden cup in his hand, but his movement stirred the coins around him, and with it, the eye of Smaug flickered open. A piercing, thin ray of red light shot out from beneath the dragon's drooping eyelid, sweeping the chamber.
Panicking, Bilbo reached into his pocket, fumbling for the Ring. The light of Smaug's eye locked onto him, but in a moment of desperate resolve, Bilbo slipped the Ring onto his finger and disappeared.
Smaug's deep, sonorous voice filled the cavern, vibrating the very air. "Well, thief..." His massive head swung over the sea of gold, reptilian eyes scanning the chamber with an almost lazy menace. "I smell you... I hear your breath... I feel your air..."
Bilbo stood frozen in fear, his invisible body trembling as Smaug's enormous head loomed closer, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply. The dragon's keen senses searched for him, probing the air for the scent of the intruder.
"Where are you? Where are you?" Smaug's voice dripped with venomous amusement, his sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light as he relished the chase.
Suddenly, Bilbo turned and ran, his feet sliding and skidding down the mounds of treasure, sending a cascade of gold in all directions. Smaug's eyes followed the movement of the coins, his head snapping toward the sound as Bilbo flattened himself against a narrow tunnel entrance.
"Come now, don't be shy... Step into the light," Smaug purred, his voice dripping with malice. He snaked through the treasure, his massive body creating landslides of gold as he moved, his long tail sweeping across the chamber.
Bilbo's heart pounded as he crouched low, watching the dragon's every move. Smaug's gaze seemed to be searching for something... something familiar.
"There is something about you..." Smaug mused, his voice growing darker. "Something you carry... Something made of gold, but far more... precious."
Bilbo's hand instinctively moved to his pocket, where the Ring sat heavy against his thigh. But Smaug's probing gaze seemed to pierce through the very fabric of reality itself, his knowledge deep and dangerous.
Then, in a flash, an image struck Bilbo's mind—The Eye of Sauron. He felt its burning presence, the same overwhelming force he had sensed at Dol Guldur. Panicked, Bilbo ripped off the Ring, throwing it aside as he ducked behind a large pillar.
"There you are, thief in the shadows!" Smaug's mocking laughter filled the chamber as his great head whipped toward Bilbo's direction, his slitted eyes narrowing.
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Lonely Dragon {Legolas x Reader}
Fanfiction(Y/n) or The Lonely Dragon, a name that was known across Middle Earth. Feared....admired.....worshipped All she wanted was to be normal, but that wasn't the case. She was made to be a weapon of war, the spawn of Sauron himself. His plan B if the Rin...
