"What are we going to do!?" Bilbo groaned. Toria stood, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. "You shouldn't have wasted time getting the girl!" Dwalin accused him, poking his rough finger at Bilbo's chest.
"Hey, guys." Toria raised a hand. The dwarves kept bickering. "Guys." She said impatiently. "Hold that thought lass, the men are talking." Balin waved his hand at her. "Guys!" She yelled.
The Dwarves and Hobbit, turned to her. "I can get your rock for you." Toria sighed. "And precisely how do you plan to do that?" asked Thorin. "Well, I walk in there of course." She chuckled.
"You? Walk? Into the lair of a dragon? Ha! I think not." one of the Dwarves stuck his thumb at Toria. Toria grumbled under her breathe and slumped back on the wall, as the Dwarves schemed a plan.
Smaug shifted around angrily, hissing at the Dwarves. "Where is she? If you think you can get your precious home back for a ransom, then you've got something coming for you!" He growled and spit fire wherever he saw the little mites.
"What is he screaming about?" Bilbo coughed, clinging to the pillar. "No idea, but he sure sounds mad as heck." Gloin shrugged. The company rushed to their places and readied their trap. The target was in aiming sight, ropes were in hands.
They tugged on the cords and molten gold covered Smaug. Thorin stared hopefully at the still lake of gold. Silence did not last long though, Smaug plashed out of the metal and crashed through the door.
He flew on and upwards to Laketown, growling his curse. "I am fire... I am death.".
Toria's wide, worried eyes followed her old mentor, flying towards the town which he would be about to destroy. "What's happening?!" She gasped. "The beast is going to torch Laketown!" Bilbo cried. I can fix this." Toria promised. "And how are you supposed to do that?" He demanded.
Toria ran and leapt off the overhang. Wings sprouted and scaled grew, as the white drake made way for the battle ahead.