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The Hobbit : February 27: thieves and liars
Title: Burning
Day/Theme: February 27: thieves and liars
Series: The Hobbit
Character/Pairing: Smaug
Rating:
They would pay for this.
It might take a hundred years, a thousand, but they would pay. He would rise from the water and block out the sky. He would turn the lake red with their blood. It would boil beneath his wrath. Their children would be ashes and smoke on the winds from his wings. Their warriors would be blackened bones on the lake’s bottom. Their riddles would be forgotten. All they had worked for and built would be cinders.
Not yet. He wasn’t strong enough yet. The arrow might’ve killed him if he hadn’t been so blazing in his own fire. He had been raging. The air around him had ignited. He had descended on Laketown like a comet. The arrow had hit him, digging deep, a cold, stabbing pain in the midst of fire.
His heat had burned the arrow away, even as it struck. The pain of dwarf-made steel in his fiery heart had stopped him for a moment. He had fallen, from blackness of sky into blackness of water. He had screamed jets of flame, but the black water had poured in and he had sank to the bottom.
He was there still. Waiting. It took more than an arrow to kill a dragon. The arrowhead had melted long ago. The thieves would burn. The liars would roast in his belly for every bit as long as he waited on the lake bottom. He had been robbed, but he would take back. He had been lied to, but now he knew. He was hurt, but he would heal. They would pay. They would burn. Every one of them.
Day/Theme: February 27: thieves and liars
Series: The Hobbit
Character/Pairing: Smaug
Rating:
They would pay for this.
It might take a hundred years, a thousand, but they would pay. He would rise from the water and block out the sky. He would turn the lake red with their blood. It would boil beneath his wrath. Their children would be ashes and smoke on the winds from his wings. Their warriors would be blackened bones on the lake’s bottom. Their riddles would be forgotten. All they had worked for and built would be cinders.
Not yet. He wasn’t strong enough yet. The arrow might’ve killed him if he hadn’t been so blazing in his own fire. He had been raging. The air around him had ignited. He had descended on Laketown like a comet. The arrow had hit him, digging deep, a cold, stabbing pain in the midst of fire.
His heat had burned the arrow away, even as it struck. The pain of dwarf-made steel in his fiery heart had stopped him for a moment. He had fallen, from blackness of sky into blackness of water. He had screamed jets of flame, but the black water had poured in and he had sank to the bottom.
He was there still. Waiting. It took more than an arrow to kill a dragon. The arrowhead had melted long ago. The thieves would burn. The liars would roast in his belly for every bit as long as he waited on the lake bottom. He had been robbed, but he would take back. He had been lied to, but now he knew. He was hurt, but he would heal. They would pay. They would burn. Every one of them.