Hello! First Fanfiction in that name! I found the lacking some sweet Smaug slash, and when is done, its only with Bilbo. My wild mind suggested then, why not with Bard the Bowman?! He is a Bowman, he is hot (at least in my mind) and is supposed to be the King of Lake-Town! So here I am! Reviews will be answered (from any kind) and I will simply love you if you do so! Okay, enough! Here we go!
Disclaimer: I do not own it, Tolkien does. Or did, he is dead. =/
I broke from the water, gasping for the air that have been stolen cruelly from me. I could perfectly see some of the buildings of Lake-town falling into water, men, women and child falling inside the water, and the survivors swimming to the side of the river. The buildings were falling in the water around me as I searched for the air fastly forgotten, and I knew I needed to make it to the border, if not, any of this would have use.
My clothes weighted me but I made some meters in the river, but a crack of wood made me rise my eyes from my focus of before, and I saw the building falling before I was even able to more, and it brought me down inside the water, hitting also my arm as a prize for itself. I drowned and moved, desperately trying to break int o the air again, I didn't knew exactly how to swim, though I wasn't idiot and had the slight idea. But I couldn't move right now, as my clothes got themselves in the pieces of wood, knotted itself and dragged me down.
I wanted to roar in anger and despair, more than that arrow in the chest, more than any pain I felt, the one of losing my lungs for the water, the worst pain I have ever felt. Air fled out of me like if I was a unwanted creature, unworthy of having it, and as more I panicked, more I breathed of that water, which made my eyes flick and I shaked, struggling a last time. The scene around me was worthy of a painting, the destruction resting under the sapphire blue water, up lighter than down, the depths were of the pitch blue, and the upside was shining in a beautiful light shade of blue.
Destruction never looked so beautiful as now, as now the depths of the river were full of the remaining pieces of the obliteration, wood, stone, furniture, beautiful, yet sad. I felt the bubbles caressing my skin, lots of them came from the depths, were the wood and everything were going to meet. The aching pain and despair was in the back of my mind again, and it gave space to the peace. I tried, I fought, I made everything in my range to survive, to protect my hoard, but in vain. I could rest in peace now, as I knew I made my best. With that I broke my lips apart and left the remaining air flee from me, and my eyes closed in the pain, my muscles stopped to work, and I left it be.
Like a melody I heard my own strength failing, my breath, my life slipping through my fingers, and the rest I had I used to scream a silent yell, in the water, and finish my own agony with the surrendering. I would not fight if I had nothing else to hold, and now, what else there were to me to hold? I closed my eyes and my own conscience betrayed me, failing me and making my thoughts blurred. The beautiful scenario around me didn't existed anymore, as Melkor claimed me, one of his creation. I simply felt from the conscious world and left, but not before feeling something holding me by the waist and pulling me up.
The other thing I remember was the pain and something soft and insisting in my own mouth, my lips, as it brought the air back to my lungs, asking, no, DEMANDING entrance, and I needed some seconds to understand, though I was too blurry to even think properly, to even open my eyes. The soft touch became more insistent, (like if it was possible) and I left it breath the air inside me in my name, as I didn't answered before. It was smooth yet corruptingly ruling, it wanted entrance, so it would have it's entrance, simply like that.
I breathed and the pain entered its martyr in my chest, and I gasped, burying my fingernails in whatever that was close, which reveled to be soft as flesh, too soft, smooth, it was flesh covered in a unknown fabric. I snapped my eyes open and curled, the water I had breathed before were now going down from my mouth, going out in waves, it was too much water to my own good yet it was necessary. I felt a hand in my shoulder and against the dizziness and all the sickness I had, I raised my eyes to him.
"Well, wow." He said and my eyes stuck on his, locked like a kind of religious zeal, a dark appeal and I shivered, though I was already shivering. My normal heat now was weak for the almost death, as he got a blanket that was at his side and put it around my shoulders. The blanket caressed my skin and its softness made me make a deep purr, I shivered and leaned closer to the fabric, I was cold, alone and needed some assuring that I had at least a bit of safety, which I couldn't give to myself right now. My eyes fled to the man again and I saw his eyes darker now, and his cheeks held more color than before, a amusing trick, but yet I didn't knew how it would help into anything.
"Who are you?" He asked, a low smoothing voice and I shivered as I touched the fabric with the side of my face, my heart starting to ring in a unbearable speed, and I was shocked, he saved me? He really didn't knew who I was, did he? I had changed too much when I went to this form? I was so weak now, I just wanted to sleep right now and do it forever, though I feared if I made it, I would die if I did so. Though, I needed to get out of here the sooner I could.
"S-Smaug..." I whispered, before darkness clamed me and I felt down again into unconscious, knowing perfectly about my weakness state. Though, when I felt, warm hands held me from falling on the floor. This time I simple knew I would be out for a while, if not forever.
Great, simply great. I shivered as the human drake got out in my arms, my chest was ringing with my heartbeats, and I wished I had more time to think. But now, I had a unconscious dragon man to take care of.
I moved my face and raised his face to closer inspection, but a few time before I had enough time for that, but now knowing who that drowning man was made a lot of things make sense. Blood red hair of an absolute color, totally stray, not with some waves like it was normal no, this one was smooth yet straight, like if it were made of plates of it. Prominent sharp nose of a thief, liar and arrogant king, lips crafted like one of those mythological gems that the dwarves had carved into flawless pendants, chin and jaw were intimidating if he wanted, though now he held nothing of it.
The eyes, though, were too much perfect to be true. Long perfect pitch black eyelids and dark eye lines kept his eyes from my view, though I had a glimpse of them, and their color shaked me from foot to hair. Golden like the purest pile of gold you could dream of, and even more. Greedy look, exotic and flawless like a rare bird that only appear in a single day in the whole season in the whole year, luxury and greed were carved on them, like if he could turned the straightest man in the world in a professional slaughterer, yet, like all the temptations in the world as laziness, greed, luxury, rage, envy were, he was seductive. Beautiful, tempting, attracting, and now I knew why the dwarves were so obsessed for the Arkenstone, it those eyes were gems, I would be greedy too. Those preciosities were held in flawless dark eye lines, which together with the dark arrogant eyebrows made them even more unique.
Like if he wasn't distracting enough, he wasn't passing totally for a human, as he had small points in his arms, too small and discrete in them that looked like small points, now getting a closer look and touching, I saw they were scales, red and tiny, if no one knew the truth he would never be discovered. He had a pitch black coat that went to his ankles like restraining black wings, and now, looking again I saw nothing less than a shirt made of Mirthil and gold, make for him and only him, and the pitch black leather pants had gold and mirthil straps as well. The boots made of leather also had golden pins in their sides. He really was a amusing scene to see. I laid him in the floor and sighed, oh sweet Valar, what now? What was I supposed to do now he was in this form?
I ran my hands in his smooth pale skin, he was cold as ice and I skipped a beat, before checking fastly his heartbeats and breathing, differently from when I took him from the river, seeing that a man was drowning and I was the closer one that could help. People were swimming for the sides of the river, though he got himself in the rests of the buildings and drowned with them, without any chance to survive alone. So I jumped and got him, as I went to one of the tents they already were making on, and I buried my mouth on his, making the air return to his lungs by force, making my best for saving his life, as I wanted to have any victims if there were the possibility. But the numbers of the deaths were only rising.
As I asked the handsome's name, I wanted any answer, any name. But not Smaug. Everything but this. I snapped from my thoughts, I didn't knew exactly what to do. I grabbed one arrow in the quiver, but there were nothing there. I rolled my eyes and picked my dagger, and I placed it under his chin and counted. This was the right to do.
But today, I wasn't going to do the correct thing. I ran my hand to his strong defined chest, searching for his temperature, but there were only a cold body and cold water dripping from him, and from me as well. I frowned when my fingers got on a hot liquid, and I pressed there and heard a muffled grunt from the dragon. I took of my hand from there and I stared shaked as I noticed that the warm liquid wasn't water, but blood.
I moved fastly then, taking first his coat and them his mirthil shirt, and the sight made me weak. A deep whole was in his chest just in the end of the rib cage, and by the look, I knew something had entered. I shaked and thought about it, before I went of the tent and screamed.
"A healer here, please!" I called, and a young simply laid rose her eyes, as she helped some people to get some towels. She came closer and bowed.
"I'm a healer sire, how can I help?" She asked and I blinked, what I would say? I couldn't simply ask her for how to take care of the dragon simply as it sounded in my head.
"There is a man here inside, I think a piece of wood entered his chest as he ran, he is losing too much blood, you're the healer, what to do?" I asked and she shivered at the thought before she made a nod and thought.
"Well, there is a mix we could do with the local herbs that would help to heal and would contain any kind of infection, thought there is the need of taking the fragment from him, and I fear... I fear he may not resist, or neither I have the stomach." She said and I didn't really blamed her. Though, I had such cold blood.
"Just tell me what to do, I can do you it if you help me." I said and with that I was cleaning my hands and with a pinch, doing my best to take the whatever that was inside his chest, and my heart stopped when I finally found what it was, and why it was too deep. It was the point of the Black Arrow.
I knew that I didn't had reason for feeling so bad for being the reason of why he were suffering like that, but yet I was feeling sadder second by second, and when the bleeding came even more up me, I felt like a murderer, not a defensor, for the pain he would be feeling would be too much for anyone else, and yet he swam desperately out of the river with so much strength on his heart that I had to bow to his ability. It was definitely a dragon, nothing less. With the help of the young healer we stopped the bleeding and put on the medicine she prepared for him, and fearing I had done something wrong I couldn't leave him unattended.
"There is need of me outside," I said and the healer raised her eyes for me. "but you stay here with him fine? If something happens, anything, don't think twice before running out of the tent screaming for me."
"That's alright sire, I just think there won't be too much adventure for him now." She said and I agreed, before going out of the tent, to deal with the world or something more probably.
Though, I didn't heard any call, I didn't heard about him for three days.
The battle blazed and ended fast as it ended, ending with Thorin wounded, but none of the mighty dwarves lost their lives, and the Arkenstone, in a intelligent movement, was put into Lord Elrond's guard, to keep Thorin out of his family's greed, and the choice were made by himself, and I simply KNEW that Thorin was different from the others from his family, he would win over this, I was sure.
The Elves from Mirkwood were helping us instantly, we had lost our whole town to the landing of Smaug, and they showed great kindness. Okay, great kindness wasn't shown, but Thranduil's son, Legolas, this elf was different, he exhaled kindness and good-will like air, and he personally helped us to keep our tents fine, food and medicine to everyone. Legolas could ask everything for that, yet he asked nothing for his help, just made that shining smile of his, and returned to the woods that he belonged to.
Three days since Smaug was put down, and there were not a single reaction of the fallen dragon, but the verdict of the more expert healer was done. He was passing through a strong case of blood loss, together with hypothermia, but, thanks the Valar, there were no infection in the wound. Eru was really kind, for what it seemed, as Dragons were creation of Melkor, yet Smaug was healing magically well, but the hypothermia was being hard to deal, while the wound was closing well, he had this sickness and even with all the tentatives to keep him warm, he kept cold and in the nights, his teeth chattered and he mumbled in a language I didn't knew exactly what it was. I was getting worried, and the human healers made the best they could, and if I wanted to save him, my options laid thin. That was exactly what made me walk alone one with my bow and arrows to the border of Mirkwood, and the forest made for his name, threatening dark and scary, and I was brave until certain point.
"Come on Bard, its just a forest, its not that late, its still day, you can do it." I mumbled to myself, though I knew exactly that it wasn't the true, the moon already was high and I didn't knew exactly how to enter the tightly sealed mythical forest. I gave some steps back before counting and walking inside. Or trying, because with the corner of the eye I saw Legolas appearing from nowhere and laughing at me sweetly, musically, like all elven laugher seemed to be.
"You talk alone Bard? That's amusing." The silver eyed elf said and I shrugged at his laugh, my heart ringing in my chest with the jump scare that Legolas made me do.
"Legolas! By Eru, my heart! You really wanted to kill me, didn't you?" I asked and he chuckled, as he walked close and offered his hand, which I shaked gladly, but I knew that mine was colder than a ice stone right now. "If I wanted you dead I would simply leave you enter the forest, some meters inside and you would be a corpse."
"Nuh, I didn't knew it was that dangerous, I'm glad you stopped me then. I needed to talk to you, or Lord Thranduil personally you know, I have a sensitive matter to talk." I said and the elf frowned before crossing his arms.
"Tell me, if it can't be dealt simply with me, I will take you to my Ada. What you think? For you to come alone in this hour of the night I do believe it's something serious." He said and I left the breath flee from my lips, as I ran my fingers in my brown hair in nervousness.
"Its pretty serious Legolas, I thought only Thranduil could help me right now, but as you have been a good friend and trustworthy, I think I couldn't decline your ask. Its Smaug." I said and the elf's jaw flicked open, as he didn't understood, and mumbled the question. "Explain."
"After Smaug felt on the town and it were destroyed, everyone were swimming for the side of the river, and I saw a man being drowned by the pieces of the wood, I had never seen a man like that before in my town, but he was too far for recognizing. As I was fine from the attack and was close, so I jumped in the water and picked him up, them dragged him to the first tent they had made and occupied myself of resurrecting him, he was cold like stone and I had never seen someone have too much water in the lungs in the place air. He woke and I saw him, he have golden eyes, dark blood red hair and scales Legolas, scales in his arms and body, too little to look like real scales, they look like little points, but at touch you can feel they are anything but scales.
As if my situation wasn't good enough, he is dying. Yes, I know, he is dying as he should have died with my arrow in his original dragon form, but now I can't simply kill him, not with him struggling in such pain, simply can't. Not now. I would have never searched after you or Thranduil, I was going to make him a secret until I solved all this, but I fear his state is terminal."
I explained and Legolas stood with his silvery eyes fixed on me, trying to swallow everything, but his lack of reaction was what scared me. I feared he wouldn't help me, I feared he would turn around in his hells and go screaming to Thranduil about the fact I was holding a humanized drake in my tent, and was asking for help to hide him from the dwarves and to heal his sickness.
"What is his problem? I mean he openly wounded or what?" He asked and I stared at him shocked, well, that was... disturbingly pleasant! Thanks Eru for his kindness!
"A grave Hypothermia, his teeth chatter even with him being unconscious and covered with more than five pelts, and my arrow was still in his body, he lost too much blood, though I was able to take it's point from his chest. Can you find someone to help?" I asked, expectantly, the elf was actually mine and Smaug's only source of hope, as I didn't had anyone else to ask for. The blond crossed his arms in annoyance, turning his face a bit higher.
"Well, if you don't know, I'm the best healer from Thranduil's house fine? Hump." He said, though he didn't really held any resentment for my question. "Sorry Lord Legolas." I said and he rolled his eyes, but laughed at me.
"No problem. Hold here, I'm going to run a bit back to my house, grab some things, wait me around fine? Just... stay out of the woods alone." He said and I nodded, before the elf longed those endless legs of his and strode to the mystical forest, and where I were I stood, waiting for him to return.
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