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Chapter 14

I slid off of his scales and landed in the gold gently, laying my head against his scales. He shifted and mumbled, then spoke.

"Are you well, little flame of mine?"

I sighed. "I don't feel like I normally do," I admitted, "but it is not bad."

He looked at me, concern hidden in the swirling depths.

I shook my head. "I'm worried, Father." I said quietly. "How will I explain to the dwarves when they get here?"

He sighed. "It will be difficult to make them believe you, Narylfiel."

I gave him a look. "They WILL believe me. It is the words to explain with that I search for. I must tread carefully where this is concerned."

"And what makes you so certain that they will believe you?"

I sighed and gave in, telling him of my nightly visits. "I cannot control it, Father. I am just- there."

He just put his head down in the gold again. "I cannot say that I am completely pleased, but it is too late to be angry now."

I nodded and fell into musing, walking towards the chest of parchments and picking up a blank one, and sitting down to write in it.

I wrote carefully, trying to decide which way was best, and the minutes faded into hours as I continued to write and think.

I finally finished, coming to a conclusion and throwing the parchment away. No, a rehearsed speech would not do. I had another plan, instead.

I explained to my father, and he nodded carefully after consideration. "It might work, flame of mine. We will try."

I smiled and lay my head down on his scales. Yes, I would wait and see.

...

Smaug's eyes opened wide, his nostrils dilated. He smelled something unfamiliar- a foreign presence in his mountain.

His head reared and he shook gold off of his scales. He nudged Narylfiel and she awoke confusedly, looking up at him.

"Thief." He hissed. "I smell you. I hear you. I feel your breath. Where are you?"

...

My eyes widened. A thief? I hid on my Father's neck scales and peered down anxiously. I saw nothing. With a frown, I looked around again, confused.

The gold suddenly moved. My eyes widened.

"Come. Don't be shy. Step into the light. There is something about you. Something you carry. Something made of gold. But far more- precious."

There was a gasp and the hobbit appeared into the light. I gasped as well.

"There you are, thief in the shadows."

"Wait!" My voice rang out and I flew up, landing beside Bilbo.

"I am familiar with him. He is no thief."

He gave me a look of understanding, and turned away.

Bilbo looked at me, shocked. "Who are you?" I sighed wistfully.

"I am here to help. Wait here for me."

I fetched the Arkenstone and flew back. "Come." Take me to your leader."

He asked no questions. Mahal, please let this work!