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Although he realized that it was wrong of him to do so, Smaug could not keep himself from eavesdropping on the conversation between you and Legolas. The elf's words immediately caused an anger to begin burning deep inside of him, not because he was insulted, but because he knew that everything he heard was true. It was a fact that he had been wrestling with for the past six decades. Smaug was a dragon. He was born one and he would die one, and nothing could change that.

Pushing those thoughts out of his mind, he turned his attention back to finding suitable armor for you. Most of it was heavy and cumbersome, obviously designed for men who would not be hindered by its weight. When he had finally found some that met his high standards, he carried it out to you.

Smaug found you sitting alone, completely lost in your thoughts.

"Y/n," he began, placing one of his large hands on your shoulder. The contact brought you back into the moment and you turned to give him your full attention. "Put this on."

"What is your plan of attack?" You asked him while trying to pull the chainmail shirt over your head.

"There is only one way in and out of this valley. I will stay hidden until most of the enemy has made it through, then block their exit, trapping them in between myself and the walls of the fortress."

You noticed that his eyes were scanning the sky and that his brows were beginning to furrow. "What's wrong?"

"Rain clouds. If the downpour is heavy enough, it will seriously limit my fire-breathing abilities, which gives them an advantage." Noting the sudden concern in your eyes he quickly added, "They still do not have a chance against me though. It will simply lull them into a false sense of security."

The confident smirk on his face calmed some of your anxiety, but there was still a great deal at stake. Not only the lives of Smaug and the rest of your friends, but also those of the people of Rohan and the elven warriors who had come to their aid. Oh how you longed for those peaceful days back at Bag End, but at the same time, you knew you were meant to be here.

As men and elves busy preparing for war rushed by on every side of you, Smaug helped you with the rest of your armor. When finished, he stepped back to examine the completed product. Everything was far too large and made you look quite small and nonthreatening.

Chuckling to himself he said, "It is not very flattering attire for my lady warrior, but it will protect you." Growing suddenly serious, he moved forward and cupped your face in his hands. His fingers were impossibly warm in the cold night air. "Keep yourself safe, no matter what." Then he kissed you softly on the forehead and left before your mind could formulate a response.

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Although he realized that it was wrong of him to do so, Smaug could not keep himself from eavesdropping on the conversation between you and Legolas. The elf's words immediately caused an anger to begin burning deep inside of him, not because he was insulted, but because he knew that everything he heard was true. It was a fact that he had been wrestling with for the past six decades. Smaug was a dragon. He was born one and he would die one, and nothing could change that.

Pushing those thoughts out of his mind, he turned his attention back to finding suitable armor for you. Most of it was heavy and cumbersome, obviously designed for men who would not be hindered by its weight. When he had finally found some that met his high standards, he carried it out to you.

Smaug found you sitting alone, completely lost in your thoughts.

"Y/n," he began, placing one of his large hands on your shoulder. The contact brought you back into the moment and you turned to give him your full attention. "Put this on."

"What is your plan of attack?" You asked him while trying to pull the chainmail shirt over your head.

"There is only one way in and out of this valley. I will stay hidden until most of the enemy has made it through, then block their exit, trapping them in between myself and the walls of the fortress."

You noticed that his eyes were scanning the sky and that his brows were beginning to furrow. "What's wrong?"

"Rain clouds. If the downpour is heavy enough, it will seriously limit my fire-breathing abilities, which gives them an advantage." Noting the sudden concern in your eyes he quickly added, "They still do not have a chance against me though. It will simply lull them into a false sense of security."

The confident smirk on his face calmed some of your anxiety, but there was still a great deal at stake. Not only the lives of Smaug and the rest of your friends, but also those of the people of Rohan and the elven warriors who had come to their aid. Oh how you longed for those peaceful days back at Bag End, but at the same time, you knew you were meant to be here.

As men and elves busy preparing for war rushed by on every side of you, Smaug helped you with the rest of your armor. When finished, he stepped back to examine the completed product. Everything was far too large and made you look quite small and nonthreatening.

Chuckling to himself he said, "It is not very flattering attire for my lady warrior, but it will protect you." Growing suddenly serious, he moved forward and cupped your face in his hands. His fingers were impossibly warm in the cold night air. "Keep yourself safe, no matter what." Then he kissed you softly on the forehead and left before your mind could formulate a response.