Bilbo ran as fast as his little legs could take him, his breath echoing through the hall. Oh god! He's going to catch me! He's going to burn me! I'm going to be a pile of ash like Bofur said. Thorin! What do you have planned?! Thoughts bounced around in his head, keeping in time with the beating of his heart. All of a sudden, the booming footsteps of the dragon pursuing him faded into nothing. If Bilbo had not experienced the sensation before he would think the dragon had lost him. But this was merely the calm before the storm.
A tremendous roar filled the hall, the space above the doorway; ultimately breaking and making way for the scaled beast to fall through. Another roar made the walls shake. The drape holding the Durin's mark fell as the hard rock came down, the material closing down on Bilbo. The dragon Smaug landed and stated his disdain; flicking his long spiked tail around behind him.
"You think you could deceive me, Barrel rider!" Bilbo popped his head out from under the drape. "You have come from Lake Town!" Smaug breathed deep as he came to a conclusion. "This is some sort of scheme hatched between this filthy dwarves and those miserable tub-trading lake-men. Those slivering cowards with their long bows and black arrows." Smaug knew that the arrows were no more. "Perhaps it is time, I paid them, a visit!" Smaug turned with evil intentions racing through his ancient mind. He felt the fire rise up inside him. He went for the way he had some in so many years ago. He stamped not two feet on when the little man spoke again, this time with a burst of courage that Smaug found disrespectful.
"Oh no. this isn't their fault! Wait you cannot go to Lake Town!"
"You care about them, do you?" He said sinisterly. "Good. Then you can watch them die!" Smaug almost smiled as he filled the air with his intent. Turning away once again, he did not expect what happened next,
"They have the last Black arrow!" Bilbo found no other way to protect Lake Town than to expose their only weapon. He felt he had only bid them time. Smaug turned to Bilbo, making his heart skip a beat.
"Lies," he hissed at the hobbit. "The black arrows are all but gone!" Smaug breathed in and growled out. Bilbo shook his head and gulped.
"One remains. Please believe me, O' Smaug the cerebral." Smaug growled from his gut to his throat. Is it true? Do the filthy men have one black arrow remaining, to assassinate me with?! I'll teach them! Smaug pulled away from the cowering hobbit when the voice of his old enemy keened through the hall.
"HERE!" Smaug stopped and sneered. "You witless worm!" he turned his neck to speak to the Dwarf king.
"You." He pulled his large body around and began to step towards Thorin.
"I am taking back what you stole!"
"You, will take, nothing, from me Dwarf!" Smaug felt the fire in his belly begin to stir. "I laid low your warriors of old, I instilled terror in the hearts, of men!" Smaug raised his body up to face the Dwarf on the statue, using his wings to steady himself between the pillars. "I, am king, under, the mountain!" Thorin spoke back with defiance.
"This is not your kingdom, these are dwarf lands, this is dwarf gold and we will, have, our revenge!" the fire lit up Smaug's neck and underbelly as the rage crossed over his mind. The dwarf shouted in dwarvish tongue and all of a sudden the statue before him, fell away. It revealed a great, golden, statue. Smaug's anger faded and turned to awe. He breathed in and out, admiring the golden dwarf, letting the heat radiate onto his body. Bilbo too, stared in awe, from the end of the great hall at a safe distance.
A sudden burst of gold obtruded the peace and spurted from the golden eye. Smaug didn't understand, he took a step back as the gold became like liquid fire, lava swimming around Smaug's legs. Before he knew what had hit him, Smaug fell due to pressure and fell under with a final roar. The gold went still and the hall was silent. Bilbo and Thorin looked on with the hope that the dragon wouldn't rise. But their hopes were to no prevail. With an almighty roar, louder than any heard before, Smaug pushed up against the drying gold and cried aloud his rage.
"ARGH REVENGE! REVENGE!" Bilbo took a step back worried that the melting gold would scold him. "I WILL SHOW YOU, REVENGE!" with stiff movements and a rising rage, Smaug burst his way through the entrance of the hall and announced his awakening to the outside world. He stepped up and outstretched his wings, pushing them down and lifting him up into the sky. For a second he was falling, letting the liquid gold become rain on the ground. He pulled his wings out from under him and began to fly once again.
Bilbo had followed the dragon, out of the hall he hurried and onto to rock that over looked Lake Town. Unbeknownst to him, Smaug spoke into the wind.
"I, am fire! I am…..DEATH!" Smaug felt re-born, alive once again in middle earth. He set his sights on the defenceless water city of men. He could already hear their cries at the realisation that he was coming. This made him sneer with delight and fly faster. Like a shadow in the dark, he flew unseen.
"What have we done?" Bilbo whispered to himself as he watched the dragon fly.