The boys didn't take long to gather the things I needed. They rushed back with a long sharp needle and thread not to thick , but not skinny enough to break while I attempt to sew his flesh back together. Before I could see him up , I had to set his ribs.
"This is going to hurt… A lot." I set my large foot into the corner right beneath his misplaced ribs and pressed hard. We heard the distasteful crack of newly set bones. Smaug let out a horrid shriek of pain… My heart… Fell out of my chest… "I'm sorry…" I whispered. Next , I knelt down closer , the needle shaking in my hand. I attempted to push the string in through the eye of the needle , but with no prevail.
"Here, Bilbo," Balin spoke softly, "I'll do it." He took the abnormally large needle and thread it swiftly, placing it back in my hands .
I pull the the skin, now gaping to almost no salvation , together . I felt nothing but skin , tissue , and broken , healing ,
Bones . I pull the needle though the skin , feeling Smaug flinch his body away . First I had to sew the skin by his ribs , followed by the layer of muscle and then a stitch of the top layer . Every stitch arose a flinch or a cry of pain. Smaug bit his lip so often that I thought for sure by the time I was done he would have a hole in it . By the the time I finished , he passed out . He looked peaceful… Like he hadn't just had the most excruciating experience of his seeming long life . I kicked the black arrow to the side , angry at all the damage it , and myself had caused. I had to awaken the damn dragon didn't i ? I looked at Smaug once more… He was beautiful.
We had carried Smaug to the nearest abandoned house. Rubble littered every inch of Lake Town . Dwalin, Balin, Dori, Ori , and myself all struggled to keep him in our arms . Smaug , even in his human form , was gigantic . He still had patches of scales and nubs on his back where I assume his wings once were.
"Where to, Mr. Baggins," Balin asked grunting, trying to steady his balance.
"To the nearest flat… Somewhere we can lay him down." It didn't take much time to find one , but non were fully intact .
We laid him down on a bed, which was covered in bits of ash and window glass. But, of course , we attempted to of clean the bed of all debris before continuing to lay him down.
"Why'd we save him , hobbit ?" Dwalin asked in a stern, angry voice. "Why didn't we just let him die ? You saw what he did. Not only to OUR kin… But to Lake town." He was furious at me… Why would he help me if he was so distraught about me saving him?
"He's human, Dwalin." I spoke trying not to anger him anymore. "He may not have… Meant to hurt all of those people ." My eyes were rimmed with tears. All those horrid memories of the patrons of Lake Town burning… "He may not even remember being a dragon."
I watched Smaug, his eyes fluttering busily behind his eyes. What could he be dreaming of ? My curly hair fell in my face and I brushed it to the side . He looked so… Handsome. As though, he was an angel condemned by God to walk Middle Earth until set free …
"Do you think he'll remember, Bilbo?" Balin asked softly. My hands shook a little.
"No," i said pushing Smaug's midnight black hair out of his face . "I don't. He would have called me barrel rider if he did."
It was in that moment that Samug opened his eyes… His beautiful blue eyes