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Summary: Smaug makes the Heart of the Mountain into a woman thanks to an ancient spell. She keeps the lonely dragon company but she knows she is not his, She Belongs with Thorin, and she runs away.


Prologue: Consort to a Dragon

Smaug was a beast of fire and ash and now the gold of Erebor was his, the great dragon smiled. Smaug would daily vaunt to himself about driving the dwarves out, but the ritual got boring, he longed for something that was strange and foreign to him. He wished for company.

"Foolish Drake." He mused. He looked for the heart of the mountain and found it atop the golden sloped hill; he had just frolicked in yesterday. He sneered contrasting with his fondness at the scintillating Arkenstone.

Then he spoke in the tongue of the Ancient Istari he felt the words melt within his tongue as Arkenstone began to beat as if it were truly a heart. He found a cool spot and forfeited the gem to ground. He waited and from a sudden rain of iridescent light and quick puff of smoke the Arkenstone had been turned from a meager but beautiful gem into a woman. Her hair was raven, her skin translucent; her eyes were cobalt but maintained the opalescent tendency of her jewel-like ways.

Smaug noticed the poor thing was stark and bare. He quickly went up to upper levels of mountain and happened upon some clothes, he quickly dropped them in front of the maid. She gladly accepted the clothes without a word. She did give him the company he desired he began to teach her how to speak if only in Westron.

Smaug had been kind to her, but no others, Arkana did not think too well of the dragon despite their companionship. He forced out her people, the dwarves and men alike. Arkana was wishing for someone other than Smaug. She had seen him in her newly found dreams, He was the dwarven Prince; Thorin. She realized she had to meet him even if it meant running away from Smaug. After all she belonged to the King under the mountain not to the dragon. She ran faster and faster whilst Smaug slept idly.

She finally made it to Laketown but there she was barely sure of how to communicate and unaware the trouble she would bring to Laketown. Upon hearing the Lonely Mountain howl, Arkana kept running faster and quicker, she had made out of Laketown just as Smaug had crashed the Western half. She heard the cries of Laketown's people. She halted her steps and swore upon herself as the Arkenstone she would slay Smaug the Terrible if it was the last thing she'd ever do.