Timi-Drage stood next to Balin and Ori, two of the dwarves of Erebor. The magnificent hall surrounded the King Thror, his son Thrain and grandson, Thorin and the other guests. A slight yet happy breeze blew into the throne room, making the day even more jolly. Timi had cracked a joke with the older dwarf and they were silently laughing together. They had pranked Dis' son and Thorin's nephew Fili and a couple of minutes later witth the help of Oin, Gloin and Bifur, they were going to involve Bombur in the practical joke.

"Next time," she whispered to the old dwarf, "Gloin is the target. We will steal his beloved horn."

Balin laughed silently in agreement.

Fili emerged from behind the large mahogany doors with an utter look of disgust on his face. The heavy door closed witha thud , sealing those inside off from the mischievous pair.

Timi collapsed with silent laughter and so did Balin. "Your face," she tried to speak through her laughter.

Fili scowled a bit,"That is no way of treating a person of noble birth."

"Oh c'mon," she teased him,"Loosen up a bit.."

Balin chuckled as well,"Be a sport Fili."

"Put yourself in my position and then be a sport," Fili quipped although a smile had been playing at the corner of his lips. The prank had been funny after all despite him being the victim.

She hit him slightly and replied, "Want to do it on Kili?'

A grin broke across the young dwarf's face, "Of course."

"Here," Dwalin gave the younger dwarf a bottle of what looked like honey, "mix it in his food. Be careful, it contains pepper."

Fili nodded, solemnly taking the bottle from Timi and held it as though it was the Arkenstone. He left the duo and went to find Kili to complete the prank. Timi grinned and she dusted her soft cerulean blue gown. Suddenly she felt a strong wind on her face, a different wind. The pine trees began creaking and cracking in the wind and made noise like a hurricane. Something was very wrong.

Fili caught sight of a long scaly tail which caused him to drop the bottle he was holding and a singular word fell from his lips, "Dragon," he breathed.

"Thorin!" Timi screamed to the royal dwarf who was a couple of metres away from her, "We have to leave now!"

"Balin." Thorin spoke as he arrived outside, "Sound the alarm. Call out the guard." Another gust of wind fanned her face. "Do it now."

"But what is it?" Balin asked a bit confused.

"Dragon," Thorin breathed, looking worried and yelled, "DRAGON!" to the hall.

A roar issued from the dragon as he descended down on the vibrant city of Dale and the mighty fortress of Erebor.

Timi gripped her skirts tightly and hid behind a pillar to avoid the scorching flames issued by the dragon. She looked worriedly at Thorin who returned her look. After that attack on the fortress, the dragon swooped down towards Dale and set fire to many of the buildings. Timi could hear the people's painful cries as the flames destroyed their homes and their livelihoods. Families were destroyed, women widowed, children orphaned and men were being killed. She could only hope and pray Girion would kill the dragon with his black arrows.

"Timi!" Fili and Kili yelled in unison, "Thorin calls for you."

She rushed towards the main gate and found Thorin waiting for her.

"Here," he gave her a sword and shield, "The dragon might enter any minute."

"Stand firm!" Thorin yelled to his soldiers as fire burst through cracks in the gates as the dragon tried to smash his way in. Timi gulped and held her sword tightly, she could have used the spear which was in her hair in the form of a pin, but the situation was too dangerous.

The dragon soon broke through the door and started killing dwarfs, left to right, trampling them and burning them. Timi saw the king press a knob and the Arkenstone fell into his hands.

"Your Majesty!" she yelled as the dragon nearly stepped on Thorin. Thror did not pay heed to her and ran away. He was headed towards his gold filled chamber! The dragon would definitely head there.

But he didn't.

She slowly turned around and met his evil golden eyes, filled with interest and danger. Before you could say 'Erebor', he had swiftly picked her up and put her on his back.

"Timi!" Thorin yelled as he tried to jump up, which was a silly thing to do, of course. She fell off the dragon's back and fell on the ground, her head banging the floor. She was knocked out cold but her last words before she was knocked out were -

"Go get your grandfather."

The room was filled with gold coins and precious stones flying around when Thror tripped and the Arkenstone fell from his grasp.

"No!" he yelled and tried to go in the pile of gold when Thorin appeared and pulled him away.

Thorin, Thrain, Thror fled with the remainder of dwarfs from their lost kingdom.

No matter how much Thorin searched for Timi, he could not find her. He only hoped she was well and alive and hoped she wasn't stuck in Erebor. He hoped his friend had regained consciousness and had escaped from the Fire-Drake.

As the dwarfs ran from Erebor, they spotted King Thranduil and his army of elves approaching the mountain.

A small hope glimmered in his heart as he spotted them.

"Help us!" he screamed.

Thranduil merely turned away, he did not want to risk his soldiers' lives for the dwarfs' already lost homeland. Thranduil would not risk his army against the wrath of a dragon. Thorin glared at the retreating elves.

He would never forgive them. Ever.