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Your friends visited you everyday as you sat by Smaug's bedside. Most of the time they didn't say much, just kept you company while you clenched his hand and stared at his face in worry. Legolas came by every morning, obviously concerned about your complete lack of sleep.

By early the third morning, time had caught up with you and you had drifted off to sleep on the small part of the cot that Smaug's large build didn't take up. Somewhere in your sleepy haze, a deep "good morning" found you.

"Good morning, Legolas," you muttered without even opening your eyes. You were surprised when you heard a quiet chuckle.

"If you think you ought to be waking up beside the elf every morning then we might have a slight problem, my dear."

You opened your eyes and bolted upright to see Smaug smiling weakly up at you. Jumping forward, you grabbed him and started peppering kisses all over his face as tears began to well up in your eyes.

"You are acting ridiculous, as if you were not sure that I was going to wake up."

"I was so worried about you," you said, sitting up again while he wiped the tears from your face with his hand. "Can I get you anything?"

"I am starving actually."

"Of course, I'll be right back." Then you kissed him on the lips and hopped up to go get him something to eat.

When you returned, you placed the food tray on the table beside him and proceeded to help him sit up. After you had him adjusted, you moved the tray to his lap. He peered at the bowl in front of him, and although he was hesitant, he lifted the spoon and sipped the brown liquid.

He wrinkled his face up in disgust and asked, "What is this? It is dreadful."

"It's soup."

"It tastes like stale puddle water."

"Ok, it's not very good soup. But you aren't ready for solid food yet, so eat."

"I think starving to death would be preferable."

You snatched the spoon from him, dipped it into the liquid, and held it up to his mouth like he was an imfant. And just like an infant, he pursed his lips together tightly and shook his head 'no'. This went on until you finally gave up and, resisting the urge to dump it over his hard head, took it back to the kitchen.

You returned to find that he had disappeared, and on a hunch, you headed towards the dining hall. You found him, still wrapped up in his extensive bandages, sitting at a table with Gimli and they were both eating away as if they hadn't seen food in a month.

"Smaug!" you yelled, stomping over to him. "You are not strong enough to be out of bed!"

"In his defense, y/n, he did make it here all by himself so I'm not so sure you're right about that," Gimli managed through his stuffed mouth.

When you saw what Smaug was eating, your anger was replaced with disgust. "You can't eat that you know. It's way too rare."

"Nonsense, darling. I have eaten rarer than this all my life."

"Yeah, when you were a dragon, but you aren't a dragon anymore, and I'm willing to bet anything that that's going to give you a violent case of food poisoning."

"Anything?" he asked in his most sultry voice as he eyed you up and down before giving you a wink that made you burn with embarrassment.

"Will you two please save that for later?" Gimli asked. "I'll be sick too if I have to listen to that for much longer."

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You stood on the balcony of your room staring at the army as it marched to Mordor and its final battle. You had wanted to go, but you knew Smaug wouldn't stay behind if you went, and you weren't going to let him go with such an extensive injury.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Smaug in the bathroom throwing up once again. Of course you felt bad for him, but in spite of that, you couldn't help but smirk. It was his own fault after all. You had warned him.

A few moments later, he joined you on the balcony, still looking quite green. "You okay?" you asked.

Groaning and holding his stomach, he replied, "You were right, but you do not have to rub it in as they say."

You returned to staring off towards the dark clouds of Mordor when you felt his strong, comforting arm wrap around you.

"You've never lied to me, Smaug, so
anything you tell me, I'll believe. Tell me they're going to be alright."

A few moments of silence passed before he whispered, "They are going to be alright. I promise."