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Smaug often thought about that day at Erebor and how he had given his mountain away. He never regretted it though, not even for a moment. It had made you happy and given you a sense of peace, and that feeling was worth more to him than all the gold in Erebor ever had. He had given you a wonderful gift, but he had taken one with him as well.

You see, dragons possess a very powerful magic deep inside of them. They aren't capable of casting spells like a wizard of course; it is a much more subtle form of sorcery that even the wisest minds in Middle-Earth could not understand. He had connected with you that day, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. From then on he could feel every single emotion you ever experienced. When you bubbled with happiness, a smile crept across his lips. For every tear you shed, he shed one as well. It made him feel close to you in spite of the distance.

There was only one side of this power that Smaug detested, and that was that he could also feel your desire, your arousal, and your hunger. He burned with jealousy each time, a fact which he hated himself for. He was a dragon without equal. A magnificent beast that was feared above all else, yet he longed to take on a human form permanently. A body that would allow him to taste your lips and trail his hands across every inch of your skin. But even he was not powerful enough to grant this wish to himself.

The years following your return from the Lonely Mountain were filled with more happiness than anyone had a right to. You and Bilbo loved everything about your life together, and although you never had any children of your own, raising young Frodo fulfilled your maternal instincts. The three of you made the perfect little family. There was only one thing that wasn't quite right: neither you nor Bilbo seemed to age any at all. It was quite the subject of gossip amongst your neighbors. Although no one knew it at the time, Bilbo's was explained by the ring that stayed in his vest pocket, while yours was by the proof of a dragon's love laying against your breasts.

Smaug had known good and well what the result of giving you that stone would be; it bound the two of you together for the rest of his life. As long as he drew breath, you would not age a day. Some would consider such a thing to be a devious and selfish action, but he simply viewed it as a way to protect the greatest treasure of his life.

It had been nearly sixty years since you and Bilbo had come back to the Shire together, and both of you were growing restless for another adventure. Frodo was a grown hobbit, fully capable of taking care of himself, so your plan was to take off and start a new life once Bilbo did his little prank at the birthday party. Gandalf stopped you both before leaving and insisted on having a word with Bilbo alone. He never told you exactly what was said, but it seemed as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Your adventure together never made it pass Rivendell however.

Age began to rapidly catch up with Bilbo. It frightened you to see your beloved hobbit deteriorate so quickly, especially since you still looked as young as the day you had met. Frodo's arrival in Rivendell, injured and near-death, really shook you to your core. When he volunteered to take the One Ring to Mordor, your maternal instinct compelled you to go with him in order to protect him. But the thought of leaving Bilbo behind broke your heart. You feared his newly acquired old age may take him from this world before you could return to him. He knew what this quest meant to you though, so he encouraged you to go along and promised to wait for you until your return. So you packed your things and set off on the second major adventure of your life, unsure of what lay ahead.