A/N: Guys, you are not being shipped with a dragon, I promise. It's not some creepy relationship. It is safe to read. No dragon x person sexy-time. Just a backup thief and a dragon grumpy for being woken up. It's cool. xD
I can not believe that they've sent me in here alone with absolutely no warning.' You think to yourself glumly, heart pounding hard in anger and fear. You're nearly afraid that that will wake the dragon and not your footsteps that will soon be accompanied by the loud jangle of coins. You don't see a dragon anywhere though; it must be quite a small pest if you can't see it in this room. You stifle a chuckle at the thought of a tiny dragon hiding behind a pillar or mound of gold. Your smile falls when you think of any dragon burning you to a crisp because it woke to the sound of your laughter.
With that image plaguing your mind, you take a first, extra-cautious step into the gold. You flinch at the sound, unbearably loud in the silence of the cavernous room. Deciding it best not to dwell too long on your worrying, you continue onward, pausing every so often to check a white gem or two. You curse Bilbo for disappearing in the troll caves with every step you take. If only he hadn't gone missing, you wouldn't have had to take the roll of backup - a position with you hadn't known was intended for you until nothing more than 20 minutes prior. You had actually thought you were brought along as a food supplier, given your expertise on finding - and also stealing - it.
But in that moment, you're snapped out of your thoughts by the glow that your [e/c] eyes can't help but soak up. Above you on a mound of gold lies the Arkenstone, you just know it. You jump lightly forward, up and up, but in your haste, a whole slew of coins is pushed down. The noise is tremendous, and you freeze, your fingers still outstretched towards the stone.
Another coinslide starts up to your left, and then your right, and a low rumbling begins - a deep, throaty sound that causes your blood to run cold. Before you have time to move, the dragon Smaug bursts from the gold, knocking you off your feet, causing you to slam your head on the hard metals.
"Who dares awaken me?" The creature booms, eyes sweeping the room, before landing on you.
"Why, just a wee morsel… what origin are you?" His scaly face draws near you, and you hold your breath until he moves away just slightly. "You are not Dwarvish, you do not reek how they do. Not Elven… there is not enough moonlight captured in your bones, in your hair. Clearly not a Goblin. So what are you…?" After a short pause, he breathes, "Ah, human! A small little human girl… little pet, why have you come? You would do best to answer me truthfully, girl, unless you wish to become a snack."
With that statement, your [e/c] eyes grow large, and you stammer, "I-I've be-been sent for-for the Ark-kenstone, Oh Great Smaug… I want no trouble…"
"If you didn't want trouble, pet, you should not have come to the home of a dragon. I will give you the Arkenstone," you breathe a sigh of relief at these words, before he continues, "but those who sent you will have to pry it from your charred hands."
[Hang my head, drown my fear
Till you all just disappear]