AN: I do not own the hobbit or any of its characters; they all belong to the brilliant writer

John Ronald Reuel Tolkien and his family. This is just a fanfiction about Smaug not being completely heartless, otherwise the arrow couldn't have killed him. Also minor Skyrim references.

Chapter I

THE ORPHAN AND THE DRAGON

Fire blazed through the mountain sides, an army in gold armor rushing toward a large cave. Inside resided to dragons, a mother and a small baby just old enough to fly. "Dii kul Yol Kiin, iliis! Zu'u fent horvut niin hond, fey tirahk." Spoke the older dragon ushering the young one to a small hole just at the back of their den, her son's only escape. "Monah Zu'u los zofaas!" the young dragon cried , hearing the men draw closer. She drew him close and then pushed him into the hole.

"Nu bo ahrk lahney, meyz mul med hin bormah. Wahl zey zokah ahrk siiv hin meyar ruuv." She then sealed off the small cave, turned to the men, a tear running down her scaly face. Young Yol Kiin could hear his mother on the other side of the wall, releasing the unrelenting force upon the army she faced. He was terrified, he had no idea what to do or where to go. Suddenly a shill screech rang throughout the mountains, his mother had been slain.

"Monah! Monah..." Smaug's eyes Shot open, he lifted his head up quickly. Coins spilled everywhere as he moved, he looked around the Dwarven treasury. The gold gleamed throughout the whole room, he was breathing heavily trying to calm down. "A nightmare! Just a nightmare." He said to himself in a hushed tone, he looked up at the small crack in the ceiling. It was about mid-day, he had been asleep for about two months.

He needed to feed, and he wanted a large meal. He rose from the gold, it running off his back like shining waterfalls clinking on to the larger pile. He growled with satisfaction as the uncomfortable gold slid of his scales, he stretched his wings and yawned showing his enormous sharp teeth. He slunk through the large corridor, his long tail dragging behind him swaying back and forth.

As he walked down the dark hall he thought to himself, distressed over the nightmare he just had. "Why now? I haven't thought of that day in centuries, why think about it now?" He stewed over his thoughts until daylight burned his eyes, he had reached the gates where he had crashed through to claim his treasure. Once outside he spread his large leathery wings, launched himself up and took to the skies.

"I'm happy? I have a mountain of treasure, just like she said to find and… And she would be proud." He said trying to convince himself that what he was saying was true, he then decided to just forget the dream altogether. As he soared through the skies, he scoped the land scape for anything to eat. "There!" he spotted a large group of cattle in a large grassland, he began his descent. As soon as he landed the cattle scattered, quickly he reared his head and then the grasslands erupted in to fire.

He scooped the now dead cows into a large pile, he had discovered decades ago that cooked food not only tasted better but digested better. He began to gorge himself on the cooked cattle, until a small scent caught his nostrils. It smelled human but it was faint, he looked around to locate the owner of the scent. His eye landed on a little human curled up by a wrecked house, it was not ablaze, so it wasn't his fault.

A smirk crossed his lips, as he watched this child in misery. It had been a while since thieves entered the mountain, and he had almost forgotten the taste of man. But he would not simply roast the child like he did the cattle, no he would toy with the young one before devouring them. "What's the matter young child?" he said as he lumbered over to the crying child, licking the gristle and grease of his lips.

The child looked up to see the giant dragon, his huge eyes glowing golden and staring into hers. She had eyes as blue as the sea, her platinum blonde hair in disarray. She was covered in dirt and wore rags, and a large gash adorning her forehead. She looked back down and simply replied. "Hey." As if this were an everyday thing. Smaug was taken aback by her reaction to his presents, he expected her to be at least frightened. This caused him to grow curious, he sniffed her again.

She gave of a pheromone of sadness, but not fear. "Child." He spoke a bit louder. "Are you blind?" she didn't look back up, but answered. "No." Smaug frowned, disappointed in her attitude. "Do you not fear death?" he said a little more menacing than before, still no reaction. "No, I don't. I've lost all, I welcome deaths embrace." This caused his large cold heart to crack ever so slightly, she was only a child and she was already so broken. He asked. "Where is your family?"

At this she broke down in tears, sobbing into her hands. Her whole body jerking and trembling from her fit. "T-they were k-killed by the duke! He (Sob!) he sent a s-small army in g-gold armor and they (Sob!) they… th-(Sob!)" Smaug's eye's narrowed at the mention of golden armor, his home was raided and his mother slain by an army with golden armor.

Was this his chance to get revenge on the offspring of his greatest enemies? He looked at the small weeping girl before him, it was pitiful. And yet she reminded him of himself when he lost his mother, small, scared and broken. "Where does this duke live? Nearby?" he asked anger in his voice, she pointed South-West with a trembling hand not looking up. Smaug stood to his full height, and used his talons to grab the sill crying girl.

She squeaked in surprise as the dragon lifted her from the ground, instinctively she grabbed his enormous toe. "Where are you taking me?" she shouted tears still running down her wet face, She buried her face into his ankle. "To my mountain" her eyes widened, 'Is he going to take me in?' she thought to herself, but then she thought otherwise. "You're going to eat me… aren't you?" she asked.

Smaug retained his stoic look, once he reached the mountain he set her down on the stairs. "Go inside and you'll be safe, but don't wonder. There are things you should never have to see in certain areas." He then turned around and was about to fly off when he heard her shout "Where are you going?" He turned his head, hate filling his eyes and spoke words of ice.

"Seeking Vengeance!"

AN: I hope you liked it, and this will be a multi-chapter fic

The dragon language is from Skyrim, and for those who don't know it by heart here's a translation.

Mother:My son Fire Born, hide! I shall lure them away, stay safe.

Smaug: Mother I'm scared!

Mother: Now go and live, become strong like your father. Make me proud and find your own hoard.

Smaug: Mother! Mother...