Brooklyn made his way through the dark narrow tunnel that wasn't quite the main entrance of the mountain but thankfully he was the right enough size to fit inside. He panted heavily, realizing how close he was to at last see his father face to face.

"Just breathe, Brooklyn…" mumbled the red hybrid softly as he managed to make it out of the tunnel and found himself standing inside the great hall of the dwarf king. His eyes rounded at the old tapestries and pillars, his footsteps echoing in the ringing silence. It felt so lonely and empty, wondering how long his father had been by himself for.

Brooklyn wiped his brow upon finding another doorway, knowing he had to find that treasure room where he kept seeing Smaug. Another few more hours of wandering around through the main mines where they melted gold and soon, at last, he found it.

He made his way down a few steps and then his mouth fell open at the sight of all that treasure that was from his dream. It practically flooded the place, all shimmering, awakening his desire to guard the treasure like how a dragon would want to. Swallowing, shaking, he set foot on the coins, making small sounds with his foot.

"F-father?" Brook asked in a small voice, wings wrapped around his shoulders, still shaking quite a bit, eyes darting around, so nervous. He clambered about on the coins and jewels for a while, feeling exhausted, and still hadn't found his dad yet. He sighed in disappointment, sitting with his back against the coin pile against the wall, wondering if his dad will even show himself.

That was when a loud snort echoed, making Brooklyn jerk up, the hair on his neck bristling as he scuttled back onto his feet, panting heavily, ears flat for behind him was a snout; a large one. He also saw a bright yellow eye staring at him. And Brooklyn knew this was really Smaug. The mighty dragon lifted his head, baring his fangs, as he smelled an intruder. His yellow eyes spotted Brooklyn who felt frozen, unable to speak now.

The large dragon hissed at seeing an intruder in his home, swiping his clawed wings at Brooklyn who hardly had time to move and yelped when the claw scratched his side, falling down on the piles of coins.

"You dare to enter into my kingdom? And what are you supposed to be? Your scent isn't what I am expecting!" Smaug snarled dangerously, waving his wings then lowered his head down to Brooklyn's height. Brooklyn gripped his side, shaking badly.

"I'm not here to steal, I came to return home." Brooklyn gasped out loud, his inner dragon trying to escape. Smaug growled, backing away, a laugh coming from him. "You don't deceive me little pest, you're not even a dragon!"

Brooklyn's eyes glowed his yellow color. "But I am! I'm your son! And I have no desire to challenge you! I saw you in my dreams!" He was pushed against the wall again by the tail. "Lies!" Roared Smaug. "You are a deceiver! I lost my son!"

The hybrid shook all over as he knew he had to transform to prove to his father it was really him. A low growl echoed in his throat, as his body began to morph. Smaug was suddenly taken aback when seeing this strange winged creature grow bigger, arms morphing into his larger wings, and growing more dragon-like in appearance, and just as large as Smaug but only half the size.

Smaug couldn't talk at first as the intruder spoke in desperation again. "It is really me, father, please, look at me!" Brooklyn begged, his dragon ears flat on his head, tears in his eyes. He didn't want to come all this way for nothing. "A trickster named Puck told me how he saved me as an egg after you dropped me! I was raised by gargoyles!" Shouted Brooklyn, voice growing shaky and desperate.

The dragon before him gave a low rumble, fierce yellow eyes narrowed. He moved closer, sniffing the scent of this intruder. But to his surprise; a familiar scent hit his nose. It was soft, sweet, like the egg he had carried and dropped all those years ago.

Brooklyn crouched, waiting for what his fate would be, shaking more, while Smaug sniffed him over, and studied the wings that looked like Smaug's. Soon, something sparked inside of him, finally realizing that this was his long lost egg, now a grown hatchling.

Smaug used his right talons to lift up the scared former gargoyle's face. Tears were in Smaug's eyes now. His son had really come home. The older wyvern suddenly gave his son a much needed father hug. Brook had tensed a little after the violence of before but soon melted into his father's hug, nuzzling his face into his neck.

Brooklyn felt himself crying, his father's warm wings wrapped around him as the two kept on embracing each other after so many years. The young dragon was happy that his father was able to recognize him.

After a minute or so they broke apart. Smaug wiped the tears from his son's face. "You have to tell me your story of how you came here and how you survived my son. But first you need to rest; for you look tired."

"Guess I am," Brooklyn mumbled, yawning and glad that he didn't need to travel anymore, having slowly nearly forgotten about the dwarves, Fangspirit, and Bilbo, too enveloped by the reunion of his father to pay attention to.

Smaug casted his tail over the treasure. "This is our home, hatchling. All this treasure belongs to us." Brooklyn was gazing around, eyes lighting up in excitement, the feeling of treasure feeling better on his dragon feet than his gargoyle feet. Smaug grinned at him. "Go on." Giving a yelp of excitement like a little hatchling, Brook dove into the mounds of endless treasure, swimming through all the soft gold coins and jewels. It felt heaven to him.

He tossed his head up in the air, some coins scattering about from it, smiling playfully at Smaug, flicking his nose slightly with his tail. Smaug rumbled in laughter, nuzzling his hatchling's cheeks again, as the two dragons soon began to curl up together, Brooklyn giving little purrs of happiness, snuggling against his long lost father, but unaware that at this moment; the dwarves were in Laketown right about now, getting ready to cross the lake into Dale and to the mountain.

On the eve of Durin's Day, the Company went on their way from Laketown while Brooklyn slept with his father and by now Gandalf was captured by orcs. Brooklyn felt at peace for most of the evening he was sleeping in, his father's body and wings warm and comforting. But that was when he had a disturbing dream again.

In his dream he was at that old castle that he was in once before, hearing growling noises. Brooklyn turned around, his eyes wide, as he spotted the Eye of Sauron once more, glaring down at him.

"I see you…" It hissed viciously. Still in his dragon form Brooklyn whimpered, wondering where his father was, backing away. "And you found your father…"

Brooklyn growled back. "You won't separate us! I won't let you!" He shouted out loud, holding up one of his wing hands to shield himself from the eye's burning feeling.

Sauron's eye glowered, looking more vibrant and evil. "I will find you…" He hissed, causing Brooklyn to cry out for his father in a scared voice, trying to run away before being cornered by strange hooded beings that shrieked in an unearthly way.

A sword stabbed from the leader, making him howl in agony…

Brook jerked awake, still in the warm treasure room in his father's embrace, whimpering and trembling. Smaug had heard him, nuzzling his son's head. "My hatchling, are you alright?" Brooklyn nodded, shaking. "Think so, just a nightmare," He mumbled, burying his head into his father's wings again, wanting to fall asleep once more.

That was when Smaug heard the door that opened on Durin's Day open. His eyes glowed as he growled. Brooklyn looked up in confusion. "Father?" The young dragon asked. "Intruders. I need you to hide my hatchling," Smaug whispered, nudging him to hide in the treasure. Brooklyn nodded though at first he smelled some familiar scents; causing his eyes to widen. It was Thorin, Bilbo and the others! He thought he'd have more time to tell his father what had happened to him!

Without trying to argue with his father Brooklyn found a place in a far corner and buried himself in the treasure pile, scared of his old friends seeing him, and wondered if Fangspirit was still out there too, for he could smell the warg scent.

Smaug himself too at first hid in the treasure, wanting to pounce on any dwarf or man in here. He remained quiet, not making a noise, as Brooklyn could smell the hobbit scent growing stronger, like as if Bilbo had been tasked to come in here. But for what?

Brooklyn couldn't help his trembling as he realized that Smaug had never smelled Hobbit before like him, so it would be all too new. He could hear the clatter of coins as Bilbo clambered down inside. Bilbo stared around in amazement at all the treasure, unaware that his friend was here and Smaug too.

It was a few minutes of Bilbo wandering the treasure, trying to find the Arkenstone until he heard Smaug's nostrils make noise, sending some treasure on his nose flying. Brooklyn flinched a little from the sound as he heard his father rumble, arising from being in the treasure, Bilbo running behind a pillar.

Smaug glanced over to make sure his hatchling was still hidden before speaking. "So, thief… I smell you. I hear you… I can feel your breath. Where are you hiding? Where are you hiding?!"

Brooklyn had peeked through the gold pile when to his surprise Bilbo happened to have vanished, but he could still smell him in the room. "Come now, don't be shy, step into the light…" Smaug purred, in the same tone he spoke with to Brooklyn but in a tad more mocking way that chilled the former gargoyle. What had been going through his poor father's head while he was gone?

Smaug then grinned in a smirking way and Brooklyn knew he had to soon jump into the fray. "Hmmm… there is something about you. Something you carry. Something made of gold… but far, far more… Precious!" That word chilled him further, for only Smeagol had said those words. What had Bilbo found in those caves? Had he somehow run into Smeagol too and taken something?

But fear was coursing when hearing his father sounding somewhat possessed when speaking that word evilly. Brooklyn jumped up, startling Smaug in shock and Bilbo had taken off his ring, hearing that word echoing in his mind.

"My hatchling, go hide again!" Smaug said sternly, glaring. Brooklyn stood in front of Bilbo. "Please, Father, he hadn't come to steal either. I wanted to tell you before they came, but I didn't have time!"

Smaug raised his brow, staring at the little human before him then back at his son. "What?" Snapped Smaug. Brooklyn then knew he was in trouble, for both his and Bilbo's sake, he had to somehow convince his father that the dwarves weren't evil.