A Dragon's Heart

World Divided

The sky was darkening and there was ominous atmosphere all around Erebor, the earth was shaking when thunderous far-reaching roar traveled through the air causing everyone to crouch down and hide praying for Valar to save them. Dwarves were staring on the base of the Lonely Mountain at the sight above them not sure how to feel about it. Especially Thorin was lost in words, his heart aching, his mind in turmoil at the cruel realization that his One was actually a dragon!

~ earlier inside the mountain ~

Thorin and Nori were running through narrow slits between tall, stone pillars and joined the other dwarves, Myra and Bilbo who were waiting for them. They were standing in front of several massive dwarf furnaces, each at least 10 yards high.

"The plan's not going to work. These furnaces are stone cold," Dwalin huffed walking up to Thorin who looked around thinking making shortly an eye contact with Myra who was biting her tongue looking serious.

"He's right, there's no fire hot enough to set them ablaze." Balin motioned toward the furnaces which were all dark with no sign of fire within. Thorin turned around a faint smile forming on his face when he came up with a plan.

"Have we not?" he smirked and walked up to the entry of the forges Myra watching his every move wondering what he was up to.

"I did not look to see you so easily outwitted!" Thorin yelled to the pit gazing ahead causing Myra to raise her brow. That's his plan? Taunt a dragon?

Soon enough Smaug's claws emerged from the pit, his body followed it and Thorin kept taunting him keeping a steady gaze on the dragon.

"You have grown slow... and fat.. in your dotage,"

Smaug snarled angrily at that turning his massive head to look Thorin in the eye. Thorin smirked and looking at the dragon under his lashes dropped his tone of voice so low it went right through Myra's core making her shiver spite the grave situation they were in.

"Slug,"

Myra sucked air into her lungs as she heard Smaug snarling and watch the firedrake advancing toward them while Thorin jumped behind the pillar and yelled to his men to do the same.

"Take cover. Go! Myra, you too!"

They all rushed behind pillars just as Smaug took a breath and unleashed his flame at them. The fire went past the pillars and reached all the way to the furnaces. The dwarves and Bilbo, though not in the direct path of the fire, yelled from the pain, heat, and pressure while Myra was just standing there, waiting as the heat didn't seem to bother her at all.

As Smaug stopped, fire suddenly came out of the bottoms of the furnaces, and they began glowing and working. Smaug growled deep in confusion and anger. The dwarves ran from the pillars as Smaug began battering at them with his head. The pillars were immensely strong, like a latticework of metal, but they began to bend under Smaug's tremendous strength as he kept banging each hit stronger than the last.

"Bombur! Get those bellows working. Go!" Thorin shouted at Bombur who nodded his head and dashed toward the furnaces glancing behind him shortly. Leaping onto a chain next to the forge the chain slid with his weight and Bombur landed on the handle of massive bellows that blasted air into the furnace which exhumed bright blue flames.

Myra was looking at the huge forges starting to work in awe, she never had the privilege to see the great forges of dwarves and it was a magnificent sight to see. But now was not the time to admire the scenery. With a plan of her own, Myra took off glancing over her shoulder to make sure Thorin didn't see her running away from them.