"My Lady do you not believe it to be rude to not thank your host for entrance into the Woodland Realm?" Thranduil questioned the radiant creature standing before him. "I believe my brother thanked you already my lord." The creature answered bluntly as she gazed off into the distance, still not meeting his cool stare...
"Come out, barrel rider." He hissed. " Smaug!" A voice clear as crystal rang out. A woman in white began to descend the stairs, she herself had Dragon wings attached to her back. Her skin was as pale and fine as the richest pearl. Smaug shrunk down into a man. Well, not quite, giant leathery wings sprouted from his...
A progression of how I feel about loving the people closest to me and about how love (and heartbreak) actually make me feel