The Beautiful Dragon
Chapter One: The Lonely Dragon
Smaug sat staring into the reflection of his gold, a familiar feeling of dread rushing over the ancient dragon. He sighed and whispered to himself "When will someone find me beautiful? Will I be alone forever?"
He sat amongst his piles of gold, thinking about how he would trade it all for just one kiss, maybe even just for a moment or two of flirting. Sitting in his cold cave, he wondered what it would be like for someone to cuddle with him, to ask him to lite a fire. Perhaps he and this special someone would drink hot chocolate while wearing silly sweaters. The thought made him chuckle. Yes, that would be nice. My sweater could even have a kitten.
As Smaug sat thinking of a nice evening, he started to think of physical characteristics that would please him. He had always fancied someone smaller, he didn't think that was exactly a unrealistic standard, after all he was rather large. He liked blondes and perhaps someone with a little meat on his bones. Dreaming of a better tomorrow and a chance of true love, Smaug buried himself deep into his pile of gold and drift into a heavy sleep.
He was awakened by the sound of gold clinking together, as the pile moved off of him, he opened his eyes to behold the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. It was funny he smelled like dwarves, but didn't look like one.