The towering, 100-foot tapestries that lined the walls of the vast hall of Erebor groaned as they tore free from their ancient holds. With a thunderous crash, they plummeted to the ground, enveloping Bilbo Baggins in a suffocating shroud of fabric. He froze beneath the heavy tapestry, barely daring to breathe, as Smaug's colossal feet stamped over the gold-covered floor, shaking the very foundations of the hall with each step.
Smaug's enormous head swung left and right, his golden eyes gleaming with a dangerous intelligence. His nostrils flared as he sought the scent of the intruder, the faintest trace of hobbit lingering in the air.
"You think you can deceive me, Barrel-rider?" Smaug's voice rumbled through the vast chamber, laced with cold amusement and venom. "You have come from Lake-town!"
Bilbo's heart raced as he lay beneath the fallen tapestry, his body trembling with fear. His wide eyes peered out from under the edge of the fabric, watching as Smaug's immense form moved past him. The dragon's words echoed ominously through the hall, heavy with cruel intent.
"This is some sordid scheme," Smaug continued, his tone darkening, "hatched between these filthy dwarves and those miserable, tub-trading Lake-men. Those sniveling cowards with their longbows and black arrows."
Bilbo's blood ran cold as Smaug's meaning became horrifyingly clear. The dragon knew about Lake-town. Worse, he knew the people there were in league with the dwarves—or at least, he believed they were. Bilbo's mind raced as he thought of the innocent lives below the mountain, unaware of the fury that was about to be unleashed upon them.
"And then," Smaug hissed, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "there is her." The dragon's eyes narrowed, his massive body shifting as his thoughts turned darker still. "Your queen, the so-called 'Queen of Dragons'—(Y/n). Did she send you, thief? Did she think I would not remember her? She was once like me, ruling with fire and fear... But she chose the path of weakness, of solitude and peace. How pathetic."
The dragon's words pierced through the air, heavy with contempt. Bilbo's stomach twisted as Smaug spoke of (Y/n). He had heard whispers of her past, but now, hearing it from Smaug, it seemed so much darker, more dangerous than he had imagined.
"Perhaps," Smaug growled, his voice dripping with venom, "she thinks she can protect Lake-town, just as she tried to protect her people long ago. But where is she now, thief? Nowhere. And soon, she will watch them all burn."
Bilbo couldn't remain silent any longer. His throat tightened as panic clawed at him. He had to stop this—he had to do something.
Under his breath, Bilbo muttered in despair, "Oh no..." His voice grew louder as he pushed himself free from the suffocating tapestry, standing boldly before the dragon. "Wait! You cannot go to Lake-town!"
Smaug's massive head whipped around, his glowing eyes narrowing as he locked onto the small, trembling figure of the hobbit. The dragon's lips curled into a sinister grin, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth.
"Oh, so you care about them, do you?" Smaug's voice was laced with cruel amusement. "Good. Then you can watch them die."
Suddenly, a voice rang out from above, cutting through the tense air. "I am here, you witless worm!"
Smaug froze in place, his head snapping toward the source of the voice. His eyes narrowed further as he spotted Thorin Oakenshield standing high atop a massive clay mold, molten gold pouring down beside him.
"You!" Smaug growled, fury blazing in his eyes as he began to close in on Thorin.
Thorin stood tall, defiant, his voice ringing out with unwavering determination. "I am taking back what you stole!"
Smaug's rage was palpable as he reared back, his massive form towering over the hall. "You will take nothing from me, dwarf!" the dragon roared. "I laid low the warriors of old! I instilled terror in the hearts of men! I am King Under the Mountain!"
"This is not your kingdom!" Thorin shouted, his voice fierce with the weight of his ancestors behind him. "These are dwarf lands, dwarf gold—and we will have our revenge!"
"Let him have it!" Thorin commanded, and the dwarves, hidden behind the mold, heaved on the chains with all their strength. The massive iron bands holding the mold together began to give way. Thorin leaped onto a chain above him, releasing the final lock.
With a thunderous crack, the clay mold split open, and huge slabs of it fell away, revealing a towering gold statue of Thror—80 feet tall, gleaming and majestic.
For a brief moment, Smaug stared in awe, his massive eyes reflecting the golden light of the statue. But then, the pressure of the molten gold within the statue caused it to crack and splinter. In an instant, the entire golden figure collapsed, exploding in a shower of molten gold that rained down upon the dragon.
Smaug shrieked in pain as the molten gold stuck to his scales, scalding his flesh. His immense body collapsed under the weight of the burning liquid, and for a moment, Thorin believed they had won. A smile of disbelief crossed his face as he watched the dragon writhe under the molten gold.
But then, with a furious roar, Smaug burst free from the molten trap, his body shaking off the gold as it dripped from his wings like liquid fire.
"Revenge?! Revenge?!" Smaug roared, his voice echoing through the vast halls. "I will show you revenge!"
With a terrifying blast of steam, Smaug erupted from the hall, smashing through the great gate of the mountain with incredible force. The massive stone doors were ripped from their hinges as the dragon soared into the night sky, his wings spreading wide and molten gold cascading from his body, raining down like fire upon the valley below.
Smaug's wrath was unleashed.
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Far below, in the quiet town, the people of Lake-town looked on in horror as the mountain rumbled and a massive explosion of fire and light burst forth from its peak. You stood on the roof of Bard's house, your heart pounding as you watched the distant flames in disbelief. The firelight danced across the sky, and in that moment, you knew. Smaug was coming.
Scrambling to higher ground, you climbed to the roof, your eyes scanning the horizon as the distant glow of the dragon's fiery wrath became clearer. There was no mistaking it—the great beast was on his way, and you were the only one who knew what that meant. Your heart clenched as you thought of the destruction to come.
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Bilbo scrambled through the smashed opening of the gate, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stared in horror. Smaug's massive form soared into the sky, his wings beating powerfully as he headed straight for Lake-town. The lights of the distant town twinkled in the darkness, unaware of the devastation that was rushing toward them.
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In the cold, dark cell, Bard scrambled to his feet, his heart racing as the distant rumble of the mountain reached his ears. He rushed to the small iron bars of the gaol door, his hands gripping the metal desperately as he called out.
"Braga! Listen to me—do you not know what is coming?!"
But his voice fell on deaf ears. Outside, the wind howled, carrying with it the scent of smoke and the promise of death.
Through the darkness, a shadow loomed large over the town. Smaug, the dragon, was aloft, his monstrous form blotting out the stars.
"I am fire..." Smaug's voice boomed, cold and unforgiving. "I am death."
As Bilbo watched Smaug disappear into the night, his heart sank with the weight of their failure. The dragon was unleashed, and there was nothing they could do to stop it now.
"What have we done?"
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A/N: There we go. The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug is now complete!
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