It reeked of death. A smell that was once long forgotten in the burnt shadows of Dale and Erebor. The heat was sweltering. Blister causing.

The remains of Laketown burned with dragon fire. Foul and cruel, like many things that were long forgotten and crafted by an evil many people had left behind. Above Smaug, the dragon that haunted The Lonley Mountain, the evil that stirred within and caused sickness and death flew above. Fire teared from its throat as it roared with hunger greed, devoring honourable men, women, and children. The water boiled, once filled with ice and perfectly still sizzled as homes around it burned cruelly. It reeked of burnt flesh and hair, and the smoke rose through the air like a beacon of death.

Upon Erebor, the cause of the dragon's attack stood. Watching helplessly as an innocent town was being ruined and turned to ash. The group of dwarves and a singular Hobbit watched from afar. On the other side of the lake, they could smell the death and ruin as the dragon rained chaos and hell on innocent lives. They were spectators to a doom they caused. "Poor souls." Balin would whisper with tears in his eyes.

The bowman, Bard, was left with little hope and watching his son buckle in fear. They stood on the bell tower while their town and home burned beneath. Bard was clever and foolishly brave. He twisted his broken bow into a mechanism that would aid in using a Black Arrow to slaughter the dragon. While doing so, the beast had noticed, he landed with a flourish and foul flame. Growling and huffing.

"Who are you that you would stand against me?" Smaug growled, even from afar his breath smelt of decay and smoke. "Now, that is a pity." The dragon was cruel, mocking Bard.

"What will you do now, bowman?" It used the term in a cruel manner, mocking the man. "You are forsaken. No will help will come." The dragons hungry gaze fell to the young teenager standing beside Bard. "Hmm, now is that your child? You cannot save him from the fire. He will burn."

The dragon continued its mockery as it crawled and slithered over ruined homes and lives. "Tell me, wretch, how now shall you challenge me? You have nothing left but your death!" It's mouth opened, about to let out a roar that could damage ear drums. Something unexpected happened.

Upon the mountain, the dwarves had turned their gaze. Unable to watch and could only listen to the screams and smells on the wind. Bilbo had gasped audibly, raising a hand. "L-Look!" It caused the dwarves to snap with worry. Had the dragon decided to come back? To cause more ruin to Erebor?