To Die For (Smaug x Offspring!Reader)

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(Y/N) looked out of the open window. The moon was full and it glowed brightly in the night sky. The view was decent from the top level of the orphanage. But this didn't compare to the mountain. Pulling the sleeves down on her long, white nightgown, she turned around and looked around the room.

The orphanage had been completely rebuilt. The juvenile didn't know what it looked like before but it was a nice little building which was located right outside of the town. This new Lake-town was now called "Esgaroth". In fact, it resembled Dale in a way. There was a small population but time would change that.

(Y/N) had been assigned a room to share with another orphan. An eight year old girl. She didn't speak much and tended to avoid (Y/N)'s gaze whenever she looked at her. The room wasn't very big. Just big enough to include two twin sized beds, hangers along the wall for clothing, two bookshelves and two 'treasure-like' chests set in front of the beds. At night, candles would light up the room if needed. There was one window in the room that could be covered up by a small curtain.

Irma had sewn (Y/N) dresses of her own. A plain (F/C) dress that mimicked the one she had before and several others that varied in style and pattern. She wore Mary Janes with knee high-stockings during the daytime and slippers at night.

(Y/N) climbed into her bed with a book and looked at it. The pages were water stained and colored on by marker, most likely from previous children. She didn't exactly know how to read. Smaug did. But he never taught her. The dragon-girl could only read the book by looking at the pictures.

"There was a simple farm girl who spent her life working around the farm and taking care of her family. Collecting water from the well, milking the cow, feeding the chickens and helping to take care of the younger members of her family were her daily chores. Despite being overwhelmed most of the time, the farm girl was thankful for her family and couldn't wish for anything better..."

(Y/N) placed the book on the floor and pulled the blankets over her. She enjoyed the warmth after the cool night air blew through the window. She wished that she had a family. A mother to tell her problems to, a father to protect her and siblings to play games with. But for a dragon, that would never happen. A dragon is hatched, brought up and then left behind to fend for itself. It had been two weeks and she couldn't get the image of Smaug out of her mind.

The other children seemed to be pretty fed up with her mood. Just the other day, one boy snapped at her during supper.

'Can you quit it with your crying already?'

He had said. The other four stared at (Y/N), including her roommate, after he asked the question. (Y/N) responded by leaving her soup on the long table and exiting the room. She understood that the other children had troubled pasts, just like Galina and Irma told her. Death of the parents, abandonment and abuse. But they seemed to be perfectly fine. Maybe she really did need to suck it up. Creatures are born, they live and they die.

The juvenile wiped a tear from her eye and sighed. She looked over at her roommate who was peacefully sleeping. Most likely dreaming of the day she would find her "forever home". Silently sniffing, (Y/N) faced the wall and closed her eyes.

'Rest in peace, Bormah'