Timi painfully tried to open her eyes as rays of sunlight crept through the gaps in the walls.

Why was she on the pile of gold? Where was everyone? Why was her dress in shreds?

She then caught sight of the humongous dragon sleeping just a couple of feet away from her. Oh right, she gritted her teeth as she sat up, she was a 'prisoner' of his. She sighed and rubbed her face.

"Good morning," a deep rumble interrupted her thoughts.

She jerked slightly and looked at the dragon. A thin red crescent shone from underneath a pile of gold.

"Good morning," she stammered, getting up and unfortunately her ripped dress nearly fell off. "I'll just go..."

He merely seemed uninterested and sank back into the gold.

She ran across the hallways and up the stairs to her room. She pushed open the doors and shut them, sinking to the ground with her back against the doors. She didn't care about her ripped dress, she didn't care of all the dresses she had. A small tear ran down her cheek. Her freedom was gone, gone forever. That was until the dwarfs came back, but they wouldn't. She stayed there for a long, long time.

She sighed and got up and opened the doors to her wardrobe. Being royalty she had many privileges. She had one of the largest rooms in the fortress which had a spacious balcony, an enormous wardrobe filled with robes and jewellery and two bookcases built into her wall filled with books. Paintings, statues, carvings and tapestries covered her walls, just giving a small hint of how important she was, with a separate room for meetings. She also had a harp of her own and paints and easels in one corner. A vase of lilies was on her desk, the only simple thing in the room of luxury.

She picked out a violet coloured dress from her wardrobe and slipped it on, allowing her to be more flexible. She hummed a small melody as she removed a pin from her hair and brushed it, wincing at the knots and deftly made up her hair once more.

She made her way back into the hall where Smaug had indeed woken up and was looking at her.

"Is there something wrong?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow, feeling her courage rush back.

"You've been away for two hours," he growled.

"I apologise," she muttered irritably, cracking her knuckles.

"Go get some food now," he ordered.

"Why don't you get some?" she snapped, settling down on a pile far away from him, "you are my captor. Captors should get their prisoners food."

"I am your captor," he rumbled, whipping his tail, "you will do what I ask of you."

"I'm royalty," she tossed a coin in the air, "You are my servant."

"Royalty held against her will," he added shrewdly, "Go now."

She fumed and got up and walked all the way where he was resting, "No one tells me what to do." Scales started to slowly outline her neck.

"Now,now," he teased her, aggravating her further, "Go and do as I say."

She let out a frustrated roar and stomped away to the war room, but not before shooting him a poisonous glare and retrieved a bow and arrow. It took her full fifteen minutes since the fortress was enormous.

Smaug smirked to himself and settled down in the gold once more.

After two hours it was late afternoon and she returned with a dead buck on her back.

"Took you long enough," Smaug grumbled, "I was beginning to wonder if you had ran away."

She was extremely hot, flustered and angry. "Will you ever keep your mouth shut?" she snapped.

Smaug had noticed the change in her tone and was a bit cautious and kept quiet. He let out a small growl, as if to tell her to tell her to keep the buck near him.

She bit her tongue and kept the young buck near him. She then retreated to a pillar and watched as he finished the dead animal in one gulp.

"You have to eat," he nodded at her, licking his lips.

"Not hungry," she said bitterly.

"Stop being stubborn," he spoke, his tail neared her, "you'll die if you don't."

"Leave me alone!" she yelled, standing up, now her patience completely gone. Scales started to rapidly appear on her and her once warm brown eyes were replaced by reptile-like golden slits. Her arms were now replaced by wings and Tími-Drage was human no more. She was a dragon yet again, but in a much more dangerous form. Spikes grew on her crest and tail, her claws grew sharper and she became more deadly, more powerful.

"Stop telling me what to do!" she snarled, biting his neck. "I am the Princess of Arda and no one tells me what to do!"

Smaug recoiled from her bite and tried to shake her off, letting out a hiss whilst doing so.

"Have you lost your mind Drage?!" he roared, slicing her wing with his talons so she couldn't escape. It was his preferred form of attack, he used it all the time, even at the Withered Heath.

"Maybe I have!" her voice level raised and swiped at him with her spiked tail, with him sustaining a few cuts.

They continued to fight aggressively for the next few hours, Smaug having the advantage and leaping on and off pillars to deliver blows to Timi, who could not fly due to her torn wing. Timi had the deadly claws, but she was a Cold-Drake, she could not breathe fire. Her skin was like iron armour, and had wicked fangs, but her weak spot was her wing. Someone much powerful had delivered a near fatal bow to her wing, and thus, any injury to the wing would prevent her from flying.

After a while, she began to grow tired and seeing this, Smaug took the opportunity and pinned her down and let out a roar of victory. "Think twice before crossing paths with me," he growled and left her to succumb to her wing injury.

Timi was exhausted yet grateful he left her. She shot him a look and let out a breath of vapour mist at him. "You have crossed paths with a Cold-Drake fool," she spoke, struggling to get up. "Be thankful I didn't bite you."

"And I am indeed Drage," he flicked his tail at her and climbed on top of another pile of gold.

Hours Later

Timi was still in the same corner Smaug had left her after their brawl. Her wing was still injured, she feared the skin was torn and the wing bone broken. After multiple unsuccessful attempts to get up, she just decided to lie there.

"You haven't gone to tend yourself?" his voice came after a long time.

"My wing is broken," she snapped, "in case you haven't noticed."

"Speak more rudely I'll break the other one," he threatened, rising to his full height.

She rolled her eyes and snuggled to the corner. "I apologise."

He snapped his head at her as though he hadn't heard her.

"This doesn't normally happen," she spoke quietly, licking her wing. "It is very rare. After all this I stay a dragon for one whole day."

"Apology accepted," he spoke gruffly. "I will help you to the Lake."

"Not Long Lake," she spoke, trying to get up.

Smaug then put his head under her neck and allowed her body weight to fall on his so he could support her. "Not Long Lake my treasure."