Navigating my way through all the broken homes and chunks of debris was difficult. My abnormally large feet stumbling, falling, stubbing, themselves on all the excess objects littering the once empty streets.
"weve been searching for hours." yawned a tired Balin. "Can we find a place to lie our heads for the evening?" I felt helpless. With odds like these we were never going to find him.
"Lets head back to the flat Sm Err Aragon was in?" I said rubbing my aching feet. In my company was a total of four Dwarves. Balin, Dwalin, Nori, and Ori. It felt as though our search was hopeless.
"Well Mr. Baggins," Dwalin spoke softly. "I suppose we could."
The walk back seemed longer then the trudge to our previous location. The night sky was now turning into a beautiful orange twilight. I saw the trees green and red leaves brighten , causeing the little dew drops to glisten. They seemed to be little diamonds misplaced by god. It was simply beautiful.
By the time we reached the flat dawn had broken over the mountins and the sky was filled with all the gorgeous orange light. It felt like despite the ruble filled town, we were meant to be here. This was what I lived for. All the little things. Being a hobbit helped me appreciate all the little things.
"This ones sleepin'," Balin whispered loundly. "Quite loudly I might add." Smaug let out a loud, echoing snore. We all laughed. He looked as though he'd done nothing but cry forth long hours we were away. We all piled into the house. With a thudd Dwalin unloaded all of his possesions onto the badly damaged floor, plopping onto a debris covered couch. It lay directly across from the bed in which smaug was sleeping on. I yawned and contemplated my sleeping arrangements. With a great deal of thought I pulled up a blanket and settled myself down next to Aragon. Closing my eyes, it wasnt more then a few heart beats before I fell asleep.
Awakening I felt someone snuggling me into their chest. They smelled of smoke and rust... a blood smell actually. I pushed myself away and see Aragon still sleeping, a peiceful look upon his innocent face.. it was simply beautiful. In that moment I made a decision, I snuggled deeper into his chest, closing my ehes and once more falling into a deep sleep... this time dreams followed.
The sky was crisp and clear. The clouds were the only blemish that could catch your gaze in the vast, blue ocean of air. I felt the air pushing my bronze curls in every which /direction. I felt someone wrap their arm around my shoulder and nuzzle their head deep into the crook of my neck.
"I love you , Bilbo." The deep intracing voice spoke. Although deep in was beautifully melodic. I loved having him, this stranger, by my side.
"I love you too." I looked at this stanger and my heart fluttered. His lips pressed to mine, black curls tickling my forehead. He laughed as he pulled back. His ocean blue eyes resting their line of vision one mine. This was magical... I didn't know it yet, but I was in love with Smaug... This was simply perfection.
I was awoken by a loud scream. My peaceful serenity broken by a call of terror. Aragon fell from the bed and scooted his back away from me. He looked terrified... simple... Well... mortified i would suppose. He threw the closest object to him at my head. That was the last thing i remember.. His terrified face... He was scared of me...but, I loved him.