The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings one shots and Imagines Book II

Mark of the dragon - Part 7 - Smaug x Bard x Company x Reader

(Y/n) groaned as she tried to move, her whole body feeling as though it was hot; far hotter than it should be. The last thing that she could remember, was that she was on the barge with Bard; the air as cold as it normally was for that time of year, and quiet, apart from the grumble of the dwarves at the front of the boat, and Bard asking if she was alright. Then one of the larger dwarves, the one that had asked about food and supplies, had come forward, and her arm.......her arm........(Y/n) suddenly sitting up, her eyes wide as she took in her surroundings. Everything was burning, or it seemed like it. Her lungs filling with the thick black smoke that rose from the buildings around her. The sound of wood cracking and splintering from the overwhelming fires that consumed what had obviously been a town. But what had caused all this devastation; all this desolation.............And then it hit her as her eyes caught sight of something through the thick, black smoke......the Mountain; the Mountain that she had often dreamt about over her life. The Mountain whose great halls she had fantasised about being able to wander and explore; so that must mean that she was in.........no, but that was impossible. How had she got from the barge to what had been Dale; and why were the ruins of the once flourishing city, burning? Her mind racing as more and more questions filled her thoughts. The foremost of which, was, where was Bard, and how was she going to get herself out of this. (Y/n) quickly getting to her feet, and jumping out of the way, as part of a wall suddenly fell over the spot where she had just been lying. Her heart in her mouth, as she began to run, doing her best to avoid the lick of the flames that tried to catch her, as she fled. Yet as quickly as she had started to run, she stopped; rooted to the spot. Her eyes falling on something, as she caught a movement in the otherwise seemingly abandoned city. (Y/n) able to hear screams and cries in the distance. It as if they were coming from ghosts; coming from people that were long gone, yet their spirits clung to this place. But the person that she was looking at, was no ghost; she was very real. Her feet carrying (Y/n) to the woman that lay amongst the carnage.

"Come, I have to get you out of here........" (Y/n) said, as she desperately did her best to take the other woman into her arms. Yet no matter what she did, (Y/n) just couldn't seem to move her; the injured woman just looking up to the smoke-filled sky and placing her hand over her stomach. The movement causing something to stir within her, pushing (Y/n) to double her efforts; desperately grabbing at the woman's arms and trying to drag her from the spot, yet it was as if she weighed as much as the Mountain, itself; and no matter how much she tried to pull, nothing happened. Tears making their way from her eyes, leaving trails down her cheeks, as they cut through the smoke and smudge that caked her skin. (Y/n) couldn't leave her, wouldn't leave her; she had to stay there, she had to save her somehow. Damned be the fires that were getting closer; damned be the heat that was making her skin red and blistered. Damned be the smoke that filled her lungs and was making it difficult to breathe; she was going to save the unfortunate woman. Yet as (Y/n) did all she could to take a deep breathe and stand up, she heard a noise so loud that she could do nothing but cover her ears and fall back to the floor. Forcing herself to look up and see........and see.......a gasp leaving her lips, as she watched the dragon fly overhead. Fire spilling from its mouth, before a pained roar, caused her to cover her ears, once more. And then.....and then everything around her was red. Her body, her hair, the prone woman next to her, covered in a red liquid that felt sticky; that smelt of iron. (Y/n)'s eyes growing wide, as she realised that it was the blood of the beast, that had destroyed everything in its path.

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Bard's eyes widened, as (Y/n) stopped screaming and fell silent under the touch of the dwarf. The bargeman pushing him away from her, as she began to shake and jolt.

"What have you done to her.....? Stop this......you have to stop this.........." Bard shouted at his passengers. No longer giving a damn about the coins that the dwarves had offered, only caring about (Y/n) and what had led to him having to hold her down, while she convulsed. Bard wishing that he had just left the accused creatures where they were to whatever fate had brought them down from the woodland realm. But letting out a sigh of relief, as the woman that he loved, finally stopped jolting. Her body now still on the deck of the barge. Bard relieved to see her chest rising and falling slowly.

"Balin..........?" The pale haired dwarf looking over to Thorin. The look in his eyes appearing quite concerned for what he may have done to the poor woman. The elder dwarf slowly making his way over to her; holding up his hands, as Bard glared at him.

"I mean ya lass no harm. I just must see her arm........."

"Her arm.....? What is so important about her arm........?" Bard queried, as he reluctantly let the elder dwarf drop to his knees by her side, before his hand pressed against the soaked shirt, the pale material clinging to her skin and revealing what he had hoped to see.

"What........what's that..........?" Bard asked, looking at the strange red mark on (Y/n)'s skin.

"Tha mark of tha red dragon..........." Balin replied quietly, before turning to look at Thorin.

"She is tha child...........the one that will aid tha king of carven stone ta reclaim his home from the dragon........." Balin continued, before all the other dwarves crowded around her, and looked at the image of the beast that lay in the Mountain.