I couldn't believe my eyes. Before me, in place of the monstrosity of Smaug, there was a frail, broken human. He had dark, curly brown hair, and deep blue eyes. They seemed to darken in color as the man began to fade into nothingness. His skin had pale scales, slowly disappearing with every shallow breath he took.
"Thorin…" I looked at him, my eyes filling with tears. "We have to help him."
"Master Baggins," He thundered. "This beast leveled Lake Town. He killed thousands of my kin… my friends… my people! And you, the burglar whom awakened this devil, says we must aid him in his suffering?!"
"Look at him, Thorin! He's human. Something had to have befallen him, how else would he turn from beast to man?" I took a step toward the beast, the odyssey's eyes boring into my back. At my feet the impaled man, the black arrow drawing all of my attention. It protruded from his side, the majority f the shaft was embedded into the shin around his rib cage. Smaug's eyes began to glaze over. "We're loosing him! C'mon… guys? He needs us! We do not lack honor!" A tear streamed down my face… I cannot tell you why I felt so sorry for the fallen dragon, but I did.
"Move," A familiar voice spouted. "Let us see." And from behind the company came Thranduil. His white hair glistening, his crown sitting dominantly atop his head. "This," he spoke softly "Was the beast everyone was so afraid of? Who caused all of this destruction?" he stepped towards the fading life of Smaug. "What a pity."
King Thranduil knelt down by the wounded man. "Well hello, Might King Under The Mountain." He stepped on the inside of Smaug's chest. He placed a hand onto the arrow in his side and with a violent tug he pulled it out of his chest. Blood splattered across the front of Thraduils robes. A blood curtailing scream spread through the air, Smaug folded his body inward, cradling his abdomen.
"Help me…" Smaug whispered. "Please? someone?" It was as if he didn't remember anything he'd done.
"Save yourself demon spawn." Thranduil threw the black arrow down at his feet and walked away. "You dwarves owe me something. Go get it." He threw down swords and axes. "Not that you'll need them, but a pack of orcs was spotted near by." Simple precautions for extreme measures. "we have far worse to worry enemy is rising, Throin Oakeinshield . Ready your men…" Thranduil looked once more at the boy now bleeding to death . "Filth" he walked away… Leaving nothing but an upsetting silence . "We have to help him , Thorin." I spoke. I knelt down beside the almost dead dragon. His blood was coating the ground in a thick red pool , filling our air with a rust smell. My hands moved hurriedly over Smaug's body. Bone pieces and skin fell in around the wound. As far as I could tell his lungs were functioning as they should . It was just the flesh around his ribs that needed tending to. That and a few ribs on his right side just under the wound . I felt around for something sharp, in which I could use as needed… I couldn't do this by myself. "Balin… Help us… Please?" Balin just stood there for a long while … Looking at me as though I was crazy. "Mister Baggins," Balin spoke softly. "What do you need?" I felt a small amount of relief . "Something sharp… Like a needle. And twine." Balin rushed off two dwarves , I didn't get the chance to see who, following. "Thank you," the weak voice of Smaug spoke. His eyes closed and his breath shallow… If we didn't save him soon, he would surly die .