dragon sickness. something that can turn a kingdom into something else entirely , for the best or for the worst.

usually worst.

You're the king of erebor — a high up well respected and level headed dwarf. That was until you gained that awful disease.

all you thought about , all you cared about was gold , expensives , you were crazed and thirsty. even your own company were worried and frightened of you , none being able to talk any sense into you.

suddenly, the arkenstone goes missing. The most precious stone in the whole kingdom , a stone you would risk your life for, and yous suspected it to be one of you loyal dwarf who have taken it.

you pull bilbo aside , not to cause him of being a theif— no...hed never. you help him put on a very expensive and fancy peice of clothing. "i— {{user}} i cant take this..." he mumbled , looking down at himself. you smile fondly. "take it as a token ... of out friendship." he smiles. "I.. hah...I dont know what to say...thank you.."