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"Hurry up! We need to get going!" you called out to Smaug who was walking a few steps behind you.

"Why the rush, my darling? If we leave now we will get to the White City long before the wizard and your hobbit friend arrive."

"No we won't," you said, stopping to grab his hand so you could lead him towards the stables. "Buttercup isn't that fast."

Smaug let out an obvious groan of discontent. "Why must we ride that beast of burden? She is so slow and uncomfortable."

"Do you not have any idea how big you are, Smaug? If we go flying into Gondor, all of Mordor will see us and there goes the secret part of 'secret weapon.' Now hop aboard."

With a defeated sigh, he boosted you up into the saddle and climbed on behind you. Then you urged your steed out of the stable and towards Minas Tirith.

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"Well, I guess this is it," you said as you stared up at the walls of the great city.

"Hm, fancy," was Smaug's only response.

Once the gates had been opened, you asked one of the gatekeepers, "Where will I find Gandalf?"

"Go to the very top. Someone up there should be able to help you."

You steered your horse through the crowds, which thinned the closer you got to the top.

When you reached the top, you told the first guard that you saw,"I'm looking for Gandalf."

Almost as if your statement had summoned him, Gandalf exited a great hall with Pippin following close behind. You hopped down and hurried over to greet them both.

"I am glad you decided to come," Gandalf began. "Concerned, but glad."

After the greeting, Gandalf went to speak to a guard who proceeded to lead all of you to the rooms you would be staying in that evening. "Here is one for the two of you," he said to Gandalf and Pippin, "and one for you and your husband right next door to it."

"My hus-" you began, before being interrupted by Gandalf. "Thank you very much. Good day to you."

Turning to speak to Smaug, you found that he had already entered the room you two were to share.

"Husband?" you asked Gandalf. "You told him we were married?"

"Well, I thought you two would want to stick together," he said as if it was no big deal.

"You're up to something, Gandalf. I can tell."

"Nonsense."

Smirking, you turned to enter your room but stopped when you felt his hand on your arm.

"Bilbo loves you, y/n. He always has. I know, with things being as they are now, he would not want you to fight off a chance at future happiness because of him. Remember that."

You wiped away the newly formed tears that had found their way to your cheek and entered your room in silence.

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After dinner, you lounged on one of the small beds while Smaug stood out on the balcony looking at the dark landscape before him.

"Don't you need to change?" you asked him. "To recharge or whatever?"

"No, this form is getting easier...to stay in, to take...everything."

Coming back into the room, he studied your form as you lay on your bed. You were in the same clothes you had been wearing all day and the only thing you had taken off were your boots.

Sitting down on the other bed opposite of you, he asked "Why do you humans rely so heavily on clothing?"

"What?" you responded, amused by his question.

"I understand why you wear it, of course. Human skin is fragile and clothing helps protect it from injury and the elements, but why wear it in a controlled setting such as this."

"Because it's the decent thing to do."

"Why is it?"

"It just is. Now, go to sleep." you said with a huff.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a movement that surprised you.

"What are you doing?"

He was standing beside his bed, holding the shirt he'd previously been wearing in his hands.

"Just because you are overly fond of clothing does not mean I have to be, especially in a private setting. Personally, I would prefer to sleep without it."

"Nope!" you said, hopping up and snatching the shirt from him. "Put it back on!" Now, you were waving it in front of his face.

He started to laugh. "Does my partial exposure make you uncomfortable?"

On his lips was the happiest smirk you'd ever seen in your life. The sneaky serpent was enjoying this.

"No, it does not make me uncomfortable."

"Oh, I think it is. Your cheeks are turning red. Is that what they call a blush?"

You moved back to your bed and resumed the same position you had been in before.

"Fine, walk around naked. See if I care. Try to teach someone normal human behavior and they make a mockery out of it."

Since he knew you weren't really mad, he didn't even try to hold back his laughter. As he fixed his bed, you couldn't stop yourself from admiring his body. His skin was as pale and perfect as ivory. Beneath it, you could see the movement of his sculpted muscles. You had never seen anyone so strong yet so lean and streamlined. Your eyes moved to his defined shoulder blades and you wondered what it would feel like to trace your fingertips across them. Slowly, softly, sensuously.

"I am glad to know you are no longer displeased with my exposure."

Averting your eyes, you said "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course you do not, but I do."

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"Hurry up! We need to get going!" you called out to Smaug who was walking a few steps behind you.

"Why the rush, my darling? If we leave now we will get to the White City long before the wizard and your hobbit friend arrive."

"No we won't," you said, stopping to grab his hand so you could lead him towards the stables. "Buttercup isn't that fast."

Smaug let out an obvious groan of discontent. "Why must we ride that beast of burden? She is so slow and uncomfortable."

"Do you not have any idea how big you are, Smaug? If we go flying into Gondor, all of Mordor will see us and there goes the secret part of 'secret weapon.' Now hop aboard."

With a defeated sigh, he boosted you up into the saddle and climbed on behind you. Then you urged your steed out of the stable and towards Minas Tirith.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Well, I guess this is it," you said as you stared up at the walls of the great city.

"Hm, fancy," was Smaug's only response.

Once the gates had been opened, you asked one of the gatekeepers, "Where will I find Gandalf?"

"Go to the very top. Someone up there should be able to help you."

You steered your horse through the crowds, which thinned the closer you got to the top.

When you reached the top, you told the first guard that you saw,"I'm looking for Gandalf."

Almost as if your statement had summoned him, Gandalf exited a great hall with Pippin following close behind. You hopped down and hurried over to greet them both.

"I am glad you decided to come," Gandalf began. "Concerned, but glad."

After the greeting, Gandalf went to speak to a guard who proceeded to lead all of you to the rooms you would be staying in that evening. "Here is one for the two of you," he said to Gandalf and Pippin, "and one for you and your husband right next door to it."

"My hus-" you began, before being interrupted by Gandalf. "Thank you very much. Good day to you."

Turning to speak to Smaug, you found that he had already entered the room you two were to share.

"Husband?" you asked Gandalf. "You told him we were married?"

"Well, I thought you two would want to stick together," he said as if it was no big deal.

"You're up to something, Gandalf. I can tell."

"Nonsense."

Smirking, you turned to enter your room but stopped when you felt his hand on your arm.

"Bilbo loves you, y/n. He always has. I know, with things being as they are now, he would not want you to fight off a chance at future happiness because of him. Remember that."

You wiped away the newly formed tears that had found their way to your cheek and entered your room in silence.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After dinner, you lounged on one of the small beds while Smaug stood out on the balcony looking at the dark landscape before him.

"Don't you need to change?" you asked him. "To recharge or whatever?"

"No, this form is getting easier...to stay in, to take...everything."

Coming back into the room, he studied your form as you lay on your bed. You were in the same clothes you had been wearing all day and the only thing you had taken off were your boots.

Sitting down on the other bed opposite of you, he asked "Why do you humans rely so heavily on clothing?"

"What?" you responded, amused by his question.

"I understand why you wear it, of course. Human skin is fragile and clothing helps protect it from injury and the elements, but why wear it in a controlled setting such as this."

"Because it's the decent thing to do."

"Why is it?"

"It just is. Now, go to sleep." you said with a huff.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a movement that surprised you.

"What are you doing?"

He was standing beside his bed, holding the shirt he'd previously been wearing in his hands.

"Just because you are overly fond of clothing does not mean I have to be, especially in a private setting. Personally, I would prefer to sleep without it."

"Nope!" you said, hopping up and snatching the shirt from him. "Put it back on!" Now, you were waving it in front of his face.

He started to laugh. "Does my partial exposure make you uncomfortable?"

On his lips was the happiest smirk you'd ever seen in your life. The sneaky serpent was enjoying this.

"No, it does not make me uncomfortable."

"Oh, I think it is. Your cheeks are turning red. Is that what they call a blush?"

You moved back to your bed and resumed the same position you had been in before.

"Fine, walk around naked. See if I care. Try to teach someone normal human behavior and they make a mockery out of it."

Since he knew you weren't really mad, he didn't even try to hold back his laughter. As he fixed his bed, you couldn't stop yourself from admiring his body. His skin was as pale and perfect as ivory. Beneath it, you could see the movement of his sculpted muscles. You had never seen anyone so strong yet so lean and streamlined. Your eyes moved to his defined shoulder blades and you wondered what it would feel like to trace your fingertips across them. Slowly, softly, sensuously.

"I am glad to know you are no longer displeased with my exposure."

Averting your eyes, you said "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course you do not, but I do."