Three years passed and Timi lived happily with Smaug. They had been companions and she didn't mind one bit. Smaug always had kept her on her toes and kept her entertained with his riddles. She absolutely adored them. Never had anyone kept her so entertained, she actually wanted to stay.

They fought over the littlest things and yet it kept her amused.

It was her birthday and it didn't really bother her. Birthdays just came and went. Ravens fluttered about the halls, bearing gifts from different places for their princess. They dropped little souvenirs from the different parts of Ea.

"Drage, let these wretched birds return to their masters or I'll eat them up!" growled Smaug, clearly very angry, his tail whipping at the birds.

"You clearly haven't heard of gifts, have you?" she chuckled as a raven dropped a box of paints and flew out.

He scoffed at her and went back to sleep.

"Hibernating half-wit," she mumbled, getting up and started to walk the stairs.

"I am not deaf my sweet," he rumbled, his eyes still shut.

"It was meant solely for you to hear my dear," she smirked and left quickly to her room.

Once she entered her room, she dropped the box of paints in a corner and she sat upon the bed. She was awaiting a gift from the people she treasured the most.

A tap on the window shook her out of her thoughts. A young baby eagle was outside and it looked so lonely she had to let the poor thing in. A small scroll was attached attached to it's leg. She let a small tear escaped as she untied it from the eaglet's leg.

May Eru give you happiness on the day of your birth. We miss you deeply and hope we will be reunited once more as a family.

Mother and Father

She rolled up the scroll and kept it in a box which was filled with more than a thousand scrolls, each of the same size, but different words adorned the pages. But all from the same person.

Mother and Father.

"Timi?" a cold voice came from her door.

She snapped her head towards the door and found Smaug leaning on the door frame.

"Dragons do not shed tears," he sneered slightly and dropped a bag near her and quickly left.

"Tears of fire," she murmured as the eaglet nipped at her fingers lovingly.

The eaglet then walked over to the bag and pulled a thread from the bag and a delicate brooch tumbled out.

She fingered the sapphire brooch and smiled to herself and watched the eaglet fly out of her window. He was proving himself to be a faithful companion.

She chuckled at the memory and flipped another page of the book. Her head rested on Smaug's enormous belly as he lay asleep.

"If you have me, you want to share me. If you share me, you haven't got me. What am I?" Timi confidently asked the dragon as they played a game of riddles.

"A secret," he mumbled lazily.

Timi groaned and threw a golden cup at him which didn't affect him at all. He was clearly winning, and was far ahead of her. He had twenty-two right and Timi has only five.

"The trick is to befuddle the person Drage," he gave a wicked smile. "Then you can win the game of riddles. Twist your words in such ways that your enemies' tongues fail them."

"Why do you laugh Drage?" he murmured sleepily.

"Oh it's nothing," she smiled, patting his jewel-encrusted abdomen.

"What on earth are you doing?" he raised a scaly brow as Timi sketched something on a piece of parchment.

"Drawing of course," she replied with a monotone.

"Drawing what?"

"Your eye. It has magnificent shades of yellow and orange. Your kite provides a brilliant contrast."

"Flattery?" he smirked.

"No," she went back to her sketch as his tail rested on her shoulder.

"You never grow tired of the riddles," he spoke, his eyes still closed.

"They interest me," she shrugged, playing with a diadem she found.

"If you wish," he rumbled, unfurling his wings so that they covered her, "you may keep it."

"It is very kind of you," she spoke sweetly. "But I desire true happiness. Gold and jewels can be destroyed, this is all materialistic happiness."

"What is true happiness to you then?" he asked quizzically.

"You'll find out soon enough," she grinned mysteriously.

Timi and Smaug had returned from a hunt and were feasting on their kill. She was a bit reluctant at bit since she had never learned to hunt, in spite of her being a dragon for many years. Most of the time she preferred to stay while he brought the meat.

"Golden scales do not suit you Timi-Drage," he spoke, looking at her. "A dark hue of blue would have suited you much more."

"Oh you just are envious of my scales," she gulped down the carcass. "They have the golden hue you shall never possess."

"I will possess that hue one day," he had an evil glint in his eye as he observed her, nestled down beside him, her head now lying on her wing. After some time he too went to sleep, comforted by her presence.

He liked her much better as a dragon rather than a measly human.

"Do you wish to hunt today Drage?" Smaug suddenly spoke, rising to his full height.

"Not today," she descended down the stairs gracefully after keeping her book on her shelf. "I'm in a mood for fruit today."