Sun, Shadow, and Smaug

Of Fire And Flame

1. I

   
   
   

The dwarves are fools.

Sitting upon my throne alone but for my memories I brood upon their words.

They have faced a single dragon.

They know nothing.

The torches flicker and dance, throwing odd shadows about the hall.

They know nothing.

Smaug the Magnificent… I saw what he did to Erebor, what he did to Dale…

He was but one dragon.

On the day my father fell…

I close my eyes and bitterness washes over me like a wave.

*

The dwarves, the dwarves, where are the dwarves?

 

The sky is red with fire, the earth red with blood…

 

I watch horror-struck as my father's soldiers fall like wheat before the thresher.

 

Dragons scream, men howl, elves die…

 

…and the dwarves are nowhere to be seen.

*

My face- what is left of it, at least- twitches involuntarily.

I offered them my hospitality, offered them my aid…

They throw it back at me as if it were a dead dog.

They mock me, mock my suffering, my loss…

*

All Middle Earth is ablaze, it seems…

 

…and the dwarves are nowhere to be seen.

 

Dragons swoop and shriek above the battlefield, the goblins of Sauron echoing them in hideous harmony, a cacophonous, chaotic chorus…

 

My sword sings with the savage, simple joy of slaughter, but I cannot sing- my father's army shrinks with every moment.

 

Where are the dwarves? They promised to help us, promised their axes, promised their aid…

 

Where are they?

 

Where are they?

*

Tears run down the ruin that used to be my face, but no-one sees them.

My glamour holds fast.

It always does…

…unless I forget myself.

*

As I watch, one of the dragons lands- a great, golden, gore-streaked grotesque, all talons and fangs and burning, boiling breath- and my father howls a battle-cry.

As I watch, the dragon howls in return, and I know that unless I do something my father and his soldiers are doomed.

I howl out a battle-cry myself and charge, my men behind me.

*

The dwarves are fools.

The dragon rules that mountain now and always will.

*

As I watch, the dragon rears up to his full height- a veritable mountain of fire and fear and fury- and even as I charge him I know it is useless.

 

Sparks spit between his outstretched jaws and then…

 

…and then…

*

My face flickers in the torchlight.

Gold and glamour becomes gore and gristle and back again.

The dwarves clamour for their mountain kingdom back.

I want my father back, my face back…

*

An apocalyptic firestorm engulfs us.

 

I shriek and turn away, clutching my face even as it sears and scars and melts, letting go of my reins, falling to the floor…

 

I hear my father scream.

 

I do not see him die.

 

I dare not see him die.

*

Where were the dwarves that day, I wonder?

A thousand excuses- a million excuses- dance in my brain, but I will not listen, I cannot listen.

I know where they are now- in my cells.

They will not beard the dragon in his lair, will not bring wrack and ruin upon Lake-town, will not

The dwarves are in my cells, and there they will remain.

*

The stink of burning flesh assails my nostrils, the screams of dying elves drown my ears…

 

…and the brilliant, brazen, burning beast that slaughtered my friends- that slaughtered my father- fills my vision.

 

Where are the dwarves?

 

Where are the dwarves?

*

The dwarves are fools.

Sitting upon my throne alone but for my memories I brood upon their words.

They have faced a single dragon.

They know nothing.

Nothing.


This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

   
   
   

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Author: Aruthir

Status: General

Completion: Complete

Rating: Adult

Last Updated: 01/04/14

Original Post: 01/04/14

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