At First Sight (Thorinxreader)

Chapter Twenty-Four

Smaug growled in confusion, "what are you? Answer me!!"

You glared daggers at him, "I...am fire."

You growled before kicking up the ember and ash beneath you as the transformation began. Even though you had completed most of it, it was still extremely painful. White hot pain seared your bones as they grew and cracked. Your screams began to meld with the roar of a large scaly beast. Then finally, a moment of silence. When the ash cloud cleared it revealed a large white dragon. A foe of Smaug's own caliber.

(A mix between these two dragons)

Smaug growled, "ssssskin changer."

You snarled back, "Dragon. Your days of tyranny are over. I will be queen under the mountain."

Smaug roared and lunged at you yet you leapt back out of the way. You took to the sky with him hot on your tail. Smaug was able to land a hard bite in your thigh before you flapped your wings harder. You learned then that you were a lighter and faster flyer than he. You rolled quickly in the sky and ended up below him. You caught his feet with your own. Trying to scratch at one another and lung each other away. You swung each other around in the sky in a violent dance. Unfortunately, Smaug, succeeded in knocking you off balance. In your moment of trying to level yourself out, Smaug shoved you against the mountain. Your fighting and roaring was thunderous as it echoed over the land.

Smaug held you by your neck. And you desperately tried to claw at him. He noticed this and bit at your bicep making you roar in pain.

With one good push of your feet Smaug was pushed off of you. He went tumbling down the mountain side. You sped to the clouds above and used them as a cloak.

Smaug eventually recovered from being shoved away from you looked for you in vain. He roared into the night and flew to the top of the mountain where he landed.

"Yes, run. Run away! You cannot defeat me! Coward!"

Suddenly you attacked from above like a swift arrow. You had dived down from the sky and broke the sound barrier. A mighty clap and shock wave occurred as you crashed into Smaug from above.

He let out a roar of pain and fought while he caught his breath.

"The people of Dale and Erebor will have their revenge! This is where you die, Smaug!" You bit into his neck and ripped the scales away with a sickening crack. Smaug scrambled and pleaded for his life as you sunk your teeth now into the soft flesh. But you didn't stop there. You carried him into the sky and shook him until he went limp from death. You tossed his body away like it was nothing. The impact of his body hitting the ground made the earth shake below.

You landed again on the top of the mountain. You unfolded your wings and blew fire into the air. You let out a terrible roar. Smaug is dead.

You looked out at the world before you, panting from your battle. The wind between your scales was quite pleasant. You closed your eyes and tried to regain your composure. The dragon is dead.

A smell on the wind had you snarling and looking to the East. You thought your sense of smell was good in your other forms, this was amplified to the extreme. You could smell the enemy half a world away and feel their steps on the earth. They were coming. The battle for the mountain was about to begin.

The adrenaline was wearing off and a burning pain of Smaug's bite was becoming too much. You flew down to the ground where you changed back into your human form.

You cried out when weight was put on your leg making you collapse on the cold hard earth. A piercing cry left your lips as you crumbled in on yourself. The pain of a dragons bite was pulsing through your leg and arm.

Suddenly two warm hands were on your skin.

"Y/n! Y/n, amrâlimê, where are you hurt?" The familiar voice spoke softly yet urgently. You know from his touch and sound who this person is but the pain had your mind in shambles.

You forced yourself to look up at Thorin as hot tears clouded your vision. Thorin quickly shook off his fur coat and draped it over your front, mindful of your wounds which weren't so hard to miss now. They were bleeding profusely and sent a red river over your skin.

"It hurts," you wept.

Thorin looked behind him, "Oin! Get over here!"

Oin came rushing over and knelt beside you like Thorin. Thorin moved your hair to show Oin your deep bite marks on your bicep and thigh.

Oin looked fearful, "I-I've never dealt with dragon bites before, Thorin. There's no telling what venom he had in him—if any. We need to cauterize that and fast. Her body will do the rest. Bring her inside!"

Thorin didn't need to be told twice. He carefully placed a hand underneath you and carried you bridal style through the front entrance of Erebor.

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