I do not own the Hobbit, If I did, that would be awesome, but I don't.
EPILOGUE:
Theodred, The Land of a Thousand Fleets
Many years ago, just as the world began to awake, there stood a strong and mighty Kingdom that sat isolated on the waters of the Eastern sea. Every home, shop, park, farm, inn and port sat safely on the decks of millions of battle hardened ships that were connected solely by paths of wood and steal.
No battle was ever lost by the inhabitants of this strange Kingdom and non fell to illness nor pain. An ominous glow encased the ships that made wary the minds of those who saw it, believing the place to be inhabited by evil spirits. This however, couldn't have been further from the truth.
The secret to the success of the Kingdom lay very literately in the bodies of its people who where masters of life. A simple song from an old woman could turn a dead crop into an orchid of fruit while a scream from a worrier could turn an enemy into soil. It was this gift however that lead to Theodred's most horrid destruction.
On a sunny day, much like any other, the Theodreans were calmly working in the waters of he sea. Men sat out on small boats with long rods in the ocean, the markets were in fool swing and children ran around slightly singing to themselves. Jolly music was played throughout the city and women sat in the orchards, helping the saplings to grow.
A loud screech echoed through the fleets, silencing all who herd it and sending shivers down the children's spine. A wind began to pick up, not a smooth wind from the west, nor a cool wind from the east. This wind was hot and painful and seemed to close the ships in from every angle. Trees began to burn and ships broke apart. Parents ran around in panic, trying to find their children while soldiers prepared themselves for an attack. But they were already too late.
The next anyone saw were the thousands of Dragons that covered the sky and blocked the sun. Screams echoed over the water as people were killed. Blood colored the water and people began to swim for the shore, only to be burned or stabbed. The city burned and the sky darkened.
As the dragons left one by one, the true destruction of the once mighty kingdom was evident. The remains of bodies covered the buildings while the ocean was littered with bones and blood. All the women were dead and the survival of the Theodreans rested on the shoulders of a small pocket of young men and children, however fate wanted no survives.
The loss of love and home began to eat at older minds and after a few days madness set in. The remaining children were slowly murdered by the people who were supposed to take care of them. Disease infected the bodies and the few who still survived either committed suicide or waited to be killed.
In the gloom and ashes of the once feared Theodred a pain filled scream signaled the last child gone and the sound of maddened laughter closely followed.
Theodred and its people were no more.
Such a tragedy should never be repeated and so the swarm of dragons were hunted. Even an army of Men, Elves, Ents, Giants and Dwarfs would have no chance against the fire of a thousand dragons and so the creatures were sealed in a gem of clear blue, where neither them nor their madness could harm anyone. However once again, fate had other plans. The gem was poison to those who held it. It would whisper evil thoughts and turn a heart gold to lead. The evil, though diluted, was still screaming at the world.
Several wars were fought over the jewel and many lives were lost. Madness once again enclosed the mind and friend turned on friend, brother on brother, mother on son.
The final battle saw the stone taken and as King Smaug of the Elves sat with the jewel in his hand, he gave up his body to ensure its safety. The cursed stone was buried miles under the earth and King Smaug headed North, were he would wait for the day the stone would be set free.