"Have you got the weapon?" I heard one elf ask the other. Thranduil and the Mirkwood elves had been called in to help Erebor, which was being attacked by a dragon.

I was kept in a big wooden box with a chain and collar around my neck and when I was needed I had five elves walking with me each having to hold a chain, thinking they could control the beast which resided deep down in my body. The door of the box slid up and I raced out, stretching my limbs and clicking my bones. I always walked next to Thranduil who probably forgot I was an elf and not a beast. We made our way to Erebor, I could hear the dragon, using my strength I broke the collar all five elves fell over making me snort in laughter.

I galloped down the hill and into the Dwarven hall of Erebor where I attempted to attack Smaug, I knew I was being watched by two dwarves the king and his grandson. "Go" I barked, I leapt up off the ledge and  tried biting into Smaugs head, I climbed on to his face and dragged my claws down his eye and he cried in agony as I slid down his face.

"You beast, think you can defeat me?" He growled.

"I can try" I answered, trying to bite into his head, but he chipped my front fang, Smaug clawed me off his face cutting my side, and then threw me into a wall, I pined as I hit the wall and I collided with the gold which sent me tumbling down the hill of coins, smacking my head against the wall again.

He lowered his head down to me and tried to bite me again so I kicked out at his jaws knocking them away from me. I stood on the mountain of gold, my hackles standing up, my head lowering and my teeth began to show.

"Ooh very threatening" He mocked me. "I can do better" He added. I shook my head as I was a bit dazed, Smaug breathed fire at me, Smaug caught my collar around my neck and he threw me into a wall cracking it, but he managed to brake my collar which fell with a clang, Smaug then breathed fire at me so I found a corridor to shelter myself from the fatal flames, I had no chance now so I had no choice but to abandon my mission.

By the time I got outside I saw Thranduil abandoning the Dwarves, Erebor and me. So I followed the Dwarves who soon led me to Dale, my wound soon festered and became infected, but I just powered on through the pain.

I willed my paws on and I didn't know where to go, I was frightened and I kept my ears laid against my neck, I didn't pine but I just growled at everyone who looked at me. I walked in to someone as I hit their legs.

I looked up at them snarling and he had tattoos on his head, and around his wrists, he was dressed in armour, and he had a beard. My lips lifted up over my teeth and my hackles stood up.

"Easy girl" He told me with a Scottish accent. So I backed off growling and snarling. But it was then I saw it was The grandson of Thrain, Thorin, he came charging over to me.

"She attacked Smaug" He said.

"This beast!" The Dwarf asked, I nodded losing my balance and dropping to the ground.

"Dwalin bring her to Oin" Thorin demanded, I wouldn't allow him to touch me I just snarled and growled.

"You're safe now" Thorin said trying to comfort me.

"How do I know that you won't heal me and then abandon me like Thranduil?" I quizzed him.

"Because I am not like that elf filth" He told me, I turned back into my elf form, he seemed a little surprised but I guess he was pitiful as I was only an elfling and I had just been abandoned by my own kin and took me by the hand gently wrapping his coat around my shoulders and helped me walk to Oin.

"I am glad you bought her to me when you did, her wound is in an awful state. You know lass this is going to hurt" Oin said.

I just nodded, but in the end I had both Thorin and Dwalin holding me down. I screeched as soon as the warm water made contact with the open skin on the large scratches on my body.

"You're brave for taking on a dragon, I'll give you that" Dwalin complimented me.

"I wanted to help but Thranduil didn't, I couldn't watch you city be burnt up like that, I felt it was my duty to help you" I told them.

"Well we thank you for attempting to take on Smaug" Thorin said who I realised was probably about a year older than me. I just smiled, but that soon disappeared when Oin sowed the claw scratches on my body shut, I had a very tight grip on Thorins hand, I apologised as much as I could but he kept telling me he understood.

Once all stitched up, my torso was wrapped up in a bandage and I was allowed to rest but Thorin wouldn't leave my side.

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