This world, unlike many i've been to, was filled with a warm happiness. It's incongruous a feeling i've ever truly experienced. Happiness, light, warmth, are all things The Shire had, yes, but it wasn't like this. This was a happiness all on its own. My chest was flying with a strange tingle. Life, much unlike it is currently, was fun and welcoming.

"Bilbo!" someone sang softly, "Bilbo Baggins." It was soft and charming. Off to my right I heard a soft echo of laughter. It was a soft sweet balance of cheer and humor. "Bilbo, dear. Come inside. You've been out on the hill for ages!" My heart fluttered as arms wrapped around my waist. The dark curly haired man nuzzled his head into my neck and took a deep breath. "You haven't any time for me anymore." I smiled and rested my head on his.

"Oh dear, Smaug. Where have you been?" I kissed his head gently. Was this the happiness that everyone felt when falling in love? "You're the one who has been away for ages." Smaug laughed, It was like the singing of birds in the morning. It was beautiful.

"Well, then here i am." He pulls me around and I kiss his cheek gently.

"Here you are." He pulls my face to his and looks deeply into my eyes. His smile leaving the slightest of wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. It was the most beautiful thing in the world. His blue eyes boring deep into my soul. Is this life? Is this what it will be like forever? I pull his lips to mine and kiss him softly. "You're my weak spot, Smaug." I say his lips slightly touching mine. I pull him in for another kiss and lead him into my hobbit hole, the soft smell of burning wood and grass fills my nostrils. The sun was setting on the edge of the Shire and it was leaving an orange halo in its wake.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Smaug said wrapping his arms around my waist. An electric shock spread throughout my entire body, it was like a charge of energy. I felt it throughout my body. From my fingers to my toes.

"You're beautiful." I smile and kiss him once more. This was heaven. This was heaven for sure.

My eyes shoot open, my head throbbing as though I'd been clubbed. I feel as though i'd been beaten. I sit up slowly as my eyes adjust to the darkness around me. I was surrounded by thick stone, all meeting at the same wooden gate. I was in an elvish prison.

"Bilbo, Bilbo, Bilbo." Someone wickedly spoke from behind the gate. The voice was dark and menacing. "We told you the dragons fate." The gate creaked open. "Why are you always trying to mess things up." Thranduil walked in and closed the door behind him. "We are a civil race, . You should know we do not fight what is unjust." I couldn't help but laugh.. "Something to say, Bilbo? I would think wisely considering you haven't much wiggle room. My heart felt heavy.

"He didn't know what he was doing, King Thranduil." It sounded sick and pitiful. It was my last strand of effort before all out war with the woodland realm broke out. I wouldn't let them hurt him. I love him… Don't I? "You can't hurt him. Bad things happen to good people."

"Yes, my point exactly, Hobbit. Bad things fall upon those who least deserve it. So, hold onto that, as i make you slit his throat…" He walked out and shut the door behind him. I heard the click of the gate and i cringed. How am i going to get out of this?

Smaug's Point of View

(yes, i know this is a bit different. I thought it would add something different to the story! I hope you guys enjoy…!)

Theres places in this world where one can feel at peace, and although this dark hole in the woodland realm meant my imminent death, I was at peace. I still had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. It felt as though I was missing something. Something i hadn't quite got to know yet. The dark that surrounded me was only a comfort, I didn't want to see what i had become. Nothing good would come of it. I ran my fingers through my dark curls and smile. Maybe this was the end… But, maybe that small fellow would come and save me… My smile fell. I hurt him.. Why would he want to come and save me?

"You seem to be deep in thought, dragon." A voice spoke from the other side of the chamber. "May I know what you're thinking?" The voice belonged to a dwarf.. I could smell him.

"I wouldn't tell you if my life depended on it, dwarf. Your kind is the reason I'm in here… Why I'm stuck like this." I sniffled, my nose begins to run a bit. "But, do tell me why it's so cold in here."

"Dragon, watch your words. They are pointed in the wrong direction. We're here to save you. But, if you keep it up like that Balin and myself will take this mission somewhere else." I could hear the strain in his voice.

"Why're you helping me..?" If what they say is true… I killed off his race almost… who would help someone like that?

"A dear friend… A hobbit, had taken a liking to you. He told us not to help after getting him to the city, but Thranduil got him… We need your help getting him back." I got to my feet and smiled.

"Lets go save him."