Authors Note: So this chapter is a little different from what I normally write, but I really wanted to write the idea because its actually kinda cool and funny in my opinion. Then again, I'm the author so I'll leave the opinions for you :) Anyway, hope you like it!

Molly was just a normal elf. She got along with others well and obeyed the laws and orders of her king like everyone else. There was just one tiny problem. She could tame dragons. Ever since a baby dragon got loose in the town square, Molly has known she's had the gift. Only a few other people knew, but Molly was nice enough that people tried not to spread rumours about it. The only person who had really talked to her about it was Taurriel who just so happened to be visiting. but Molly knew all to well that Tauriel was on to something else.

"Tauriel, I know your not here just to visit. Your very nice but I know you've been busy with whatever is going on with the king. Please just tell me what is troubling you." Molly begged.

Tauriel looked at her oddly, as if that was not what she was expecting Molly to say."There's a dragon in the Misty Mountains and if you could tame that rambunctious beast in the village, you can tame this dragon." said Tauriel confidently. Tauriel was far more confident that Molly, but Tauriel wasn't the one being asked to tame a dragon.

"How old is it?" asked Molly uncertainly.

Tauriel shrugged. "A hundred or so years old."

Molly almost choked on the tea she was sipping. "A hundred years old! Tauriel, the dragon I tamed in the village was a scared baby dragon. This would be a fifty thousand ton fire breathing dragon we're talking about! He would kill me in an instant."

"Please. You've been requested by King Thranduil himself. Besides, if you don't do this, millions of innocent people will die." Tauriel begged.

Molly sat in her seat and just looked at ground. She could go see the dragon and save millions of people or she could sit in her quite little house and sip tea while millions of people were being murdered. Molly sighed.

"When do we leave?" Molly asked.

"Right now."

"Right now! I need to pack my things and make sure my home is secure! We can't leave right now!" Molly said frantically.

"Go pack. Your house will be carefully watched over by the kings guards. The journey will take three days time, but the dragon is awakening and we need to act fast." explain Tauriel.

"But-" Molly want to protest, but Tauriel had already shoved her into her room. Excepting that she had no other choice, Molly gathered all of her things and met Tauriel outside. Tauriel was already waiting on her horse with two other guards. One of the guards got off their horse and put Molly's things on the back of a beautiful while horse that was without a rider.

"That horse isn't for me is it?" asked Molly while slowly backing away from the horse.

"Yes. Please don't make this difficult and just get on the horse." Tauriel begged.

"No, I think I can-Hey!" Molly was interrupted by one of the guards picking up her small body and putting her on the horse.

"I didn't really appreciate that." Molly said to the guard and Tauriel.

"Well we didn't appreciate your stubbornness." Tauriel retorted. Molly rolled her eyes and grasped the reins tightly as her horse began to move forward.

The journey was long, but beautiful. Molly loved the beautiful leaves in the trees, and the glimmering lake that surrounded laketown. But finally, they arrived at the mountains, and unfortunately they found something they weren't expecting.

"Thorin Oakenshield, king of the dwarves. Might I ask what you and your noblemen are doing here?" Tauriel asked politely.

"That is none of your concern." Thorin said rudely.

"Your trying to get your kingdom back aren't you?" Molly asked. Everyone in Middle Earth knew the story of how Thorin lost his kingdom, but Thorin's long cold stare made Molly want to hide.

"And if we are?" Thorin said looking back towards Tauriel.

"We won't get in your way. Molly here has a special gift for calming dragons. If Smaug awakens, you have no chance of reclaiming your kingdom."

Thorin thought about this. What or who was inside that cave besides the dragon and why didn't Thorin want them to know?

"Fine. But we have a hobbit in there who is retrieving something for us. Let him get out of there alive and you may speak to the dragon as much as you please."

"Done.' Tauriel agreed. "Molly, go in there to make sure the hobbit gets out alive."

Molly just shook her head and entered the cave. It was somewhat dark and the cave was still being supported by the huge pillars of the buried kingdom. Molly walked on for a bit until she found herself in an enormous room with waves a gold and jewels in every direction. She peered her head around the corner and spotted the small hobbit. But in very bad timing. The dragon was already awake, but not very happy. Then, all of the sudden, the hobbit was gone. Vanished into thin air. How was that even possible?

"Stop!" Molly shouted before the dragon could slide around any further. And the dragon did. but then it started coming after her.

"And who might you be?" asked the dragon in the most deep and sinister voice Molly had ever heard.

"I am Molly Hooper of Riverdale. And I don't mean to bring any harm to you or your pile of gold. I just want to talk." Molly said bravely. She had never felt this surge of bravery before. But the dragon just laughed.

"You? A small elf wants to talk to me? A fire breathing dragon?"

Molly smiled. "Well why not?"

The dragon laughed once again at her cunningness. "My dear. I have destroyed millions of towns and cities. Why on Earth would you want to talk to me?"

Molly thought this through, but the answer was sort of obvious. "Because I think your lonely. And don't say you like being lonely because no one, not even a dragon wants to be lonely. I think you just need someone who cares."

And the dragon did something Molly was definitely not expecting. The dragon morphed into a man. He was very pale with black curly hair. The hobbit who disappeared was back and met Molly by the man.

"What-What just happened?" asked the hobbit.

"I-I don't know. I just told him he needed someone who cared about him and he morphed into him." Molly explained. But she jumped back in fright as the man started to awake.

"Where am I? Where's John?" But Molly panicked. She grabbed a vase and broke it on top of the mans head which resulted in him getting knocked out and collapsing on the huge pile of gold.

"What did you do that for?" asked the hobbit frantically.

"I don't know! The man just transformed from a fire breathing dragon to a confused and very attractive man. Oh, ignore that last part." Molly said while her cheeks began to blush red.

"We need to get him out of here." said the hobbit.

"Agreed."

Molly woke up with a jolt. She looked around the room. The other side of the bed was empty. Sherlock's coat was hanging on the closet door and Molly's clothes were in a pile in the corner of the room. She walked outside to find Sherlock sipping tea and John on his laptop.

"Molly, glad to see your awake." Sherlock said before giving Molly's hand a quick kiss.

"Sherlock, you were never a fire breathing dragon were you?" Molly stupidly. Sherlock and John gave each other a concerned look.

"What on Earth made you ask such a ridiculous question." asked John.

Molly laughed. "I had the strangest dream that Sherlock was a fire breathing dragon and you were this thing called a hobbit in a place called Middle Earth."

John and Sherlock laughed.

"Go back to bed love. You don't seem to well." Sherlock instructed. Molly did as she was told because she did have a headache.

"Okay. Night loves."

"Night." Sherlock and John both said. Once Molly was gone, Sherlock and John had a conversation by themselves.

"Should we tell her?" asked John.

"No. I tell her after we're married." said Sherlock with a grin.