Silence.
It seemed to cling to every essence of the dark cave, he could sense his next sentence, or at least sense that it wasn't going to be good. The dragon stayed silent for as long as possible before slightly tilting his head in Bilbos direction. "You were never meant to come out of this alive."Bilbo wasn't that shocked but he felt for the archway once more so he could perch his weight upon it. "I'm surprised I have." Bilbo replied quietly, it seemed more like he was talking to himself than the dragon. Bilbo avoided the dragons eye contact and stared straight off into space.
"How does it happen?" Bilbo said after some more extended silence. The dragon shifted and couldn't decide how to reply. "How does it happen!". Bilbo repeated, loudly and with force. It only took seconds for him to realize he was talking to a dragon again and then he folded his shoulders down and his head into his chest. Bilbo sobbed silently, in fact it was so quiet, and so innocent that only up close, or with eyesight as good as the dragons, would you of been able to tell. "You was not meant to last this long, but death is inevitable, you and Thorin cannot live if he is to be king."
"How do you know?" Bilbo sniffed
"I did not see you in the vision, therefor it cannot come true with you still here." Bilbo staggered slightly as he fell closer to the floor and quickly pulled himself up. The darkness and dampness made Bilbo think of home more than ever as it was so horrible in comparison, at this moment, he wanted nothing more than to sit outside his hobbit hole smoking a pipe, until the sun went. The thought alone would of made him cry if he wasn't already in tears.
"Thorin would die for me , he will prevent it, which inevitably will kill him." The dragon considered the thought and simply replied with a roar that resembled a sigh. " I can't die...I can't die... I can't die." Bilbo repeated over and over again. It echoed around them and haunted Bilbo each time he said it. Bilbo started pacing, but getting further and further away from Smaug as he did. "Kill me!" Bilbo eventually concluded. "Kill me now, it will be quick, painless and i will die a hero."
"I cannot, that would unbalance my destiny young hobbit. I couldn't dare to slay anymore innocent creatures." Bilbo was becoming angry, he had heard the tales of him killing hundreds of drawves and was reckless! Ruthless! "You have already done your damage!" Bilbo shouted. He was losing his mind, and his temper. "Don't worry hobbit, its already done it damage on me".
The Hobbit paced again and started to speak quickly. "So what now? I leave here empty handed, without gold. The drawves hate me. I walk off in the night. Some drawves look for me and probably die. You fly off to another land and leave them debating whether you will return for months. Kili and Fili have to look after Thorin as they are the only two young enough to do it. I leave Gloin, Oin? The others. I walk and die a coward. Disappear in the night and the only contribution the hobbit will have in this tale will be single handily leading the rest of the drawves to die looking for him?
"I will protect Thorin." The dragon replied. Bilbo felt weight push down on his chest.
"I suppose you're right. Whats a adventure without a little heartbreak." And with that Bilbo solemnly picked up one gold piece and staggered back up the slope to meet his fellow travelers. To meet his friends.