Alright here's chapter two of the thing. This chapter's kinda eh cause i was just trying to think of how to go about Smaug and getting Bilbo to help and such. But yeah... Anyway like before no beta.

I don't own the hobbit.

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Chapter Two:

In the back room of Laketown Cafe the television screen glowed a bright red as fire filled the lense and distant screams could be heard.

"BRING ME THE OAKENSHIELD!"

The booming voice shook the ground which caused the camera to shake as the flames cleared to reveal Smaug in all his terrifying glory. The dragon's mouth slammed shut, just barely missing the flying hero, who was easily recognized as The Company's Icarus. Between his feet a dark purple orb made contact with the monsters legs, exploding and gaining a howl of pain from the villain. Despite the injury the dragon carried on with his destruction, his tail whipping around to swat the bald hero, Plasman, who had attacked him through the walls of a nearby building. You could see the flying hero yelling something, but above the screams of civilians he went unheard. The camera switched from the dragon to Plasman, who emerged from the building leaning heavily on a blond comrade. Hasty gestures were made and the blond sped away with his bald counterpart.

Left alone Icarus avoided Smaugs fire and teeth, busying the dragon to stop the unnecessary destruction. Luckily for the flyer, his speedy friend returned with a member of The Company that frequently made an appearance in their fights against Smaug. WildFire commanded the beasts fire back on him, and although his own fire did not burn him it caused the beast confusion. Smaug roared and stomped, but with the fire, Icarus dizzying him above his head, and his inability to catch the speedy little bug down on the ground he seemed ready to cut his losses. As he took flight, managing to take Icarus by surprise and send him crashing to the ground with a well place swing of his arms. "You shall not get away so easily next time, fools!" Then, as if he considered his leaving to kind, he left the city in flames as-

The TV blinked to black and unhappy groans filled the small room.

"Stop the complaining," Bard stood in the doorway holding the remote loosely in his hand, "No point in watching that power struggle. Now one of you come help out front, it's getting too busy for me to make and take the orders alone."

The four men exchanged looks before Beorn stood, knowing how much the other three hated to man the register at Bard's cafe. The almost eight foot man ducked through the doorway to follow his friend into the busy front room. The three left behind sat in silence for a moment before finally Thranduil, ever ready to mock The Company, faced the two. "They are barely able to handle Smaug anymore, he will overrun them in time as he continues to learn their tactics."

"Concerned for them, Thranduil?" Gandalf teased as the platinum blond sent him a disgusted look.

"Of course not, I'm just saying it looks like we may not be bothered by The Company for much longer." His hand went to his ribs unconsciously, remembering his last run in with the 'heroes' where he'd helped them to escape Azog and yet still been attacked just because of bad blood between them. "I must say, it looks like we have you to thank for that Bilbo."

The smallest member of cringed and rolled his eyes. "Well, I certainly didn't think taking a job would result in a power hungry dragon roaming the streets. And I certainly don't want them HURT! By the looks of it Smaug will kill them if this keeps up." Bilbo bit his lip and tried not to think of Icarus and the possible injuries he would leave this battle with.

"I, as well, fear what Smaug would do if he were to get rid of The Company. What stops him once those that oppose him are destroyed."

The blond scoffed, "You are afraid of a man who takes the shape of a lizard."

"Mighty big lizard."

Gandalf shrugged, "I think it in our best interest to prevent the rise of Smaug."

"You would see me help those neanderthals!"

"I would see you saving yourself from that monster."

Thranduil rose, glaring at the older man as he scoffed, "You will burn with them with that attitude, old man. Do what you will, but do not involve me with those heroes of yours."

As the door slammed, Bilbo shifted awkwardly knowing what was to come. Gandalf, as expected, turned bright eyes on him and smiled at his godson. "Bilbo, surely you can see the sense in preventing this dragon-"

"Actually, Gandalf…" Bilbo cut off the old man, "I am a burglar, I do not fight dragons and I certainly would not be welcome helping The Company."

"Yes a burglar. A burglar who handed Smaug all he needed to become nearly unbeatable." The disappointment was obvious and Bilbo flinched under the gaze of a man who had practically raised him.

"Well, I admit-"

"Those are your friends are they not? You would let them burn!"

"No! But I-"

"Your mother would be ashamed, Bilbo Baggins. To see her son running from what is right to hide away instead of helping because he is too scared."

During his talking down Bilbo had slowly been backing up, and Gandalf quickly striding forward. Bilbo went to take another step back when his back hit the wall. On the wall appeared a black circle and Gandalf lunged forward, surprisingly spry for an old man, to catch Bilbo's wrist before the man could escape. Luckily, Bilbo was not so easily caught and disappeared, leaving his friend to bang against the wall. As Gandalf huffed and rubbed his bruised nose as his phone dinged in his pocket.

From: Bilbo Baggins

-I'll help.

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Smaug had always been a problem for The Company, but it was only within the past year that the dragon had been almost unbeatable and he was growing stronger. Thorin and the rest of The Company sat in The Lone Mountain, their secret hideout 20 floors below Erebor Towers. On the screen in the middle of their meeting table five scenes of their recent encounters with Smaug replayed. Kili's whining broke the silence every once and a while as his arm and ribs were healed by Oin, but otherwise everyone else simply pondered their dragon problem.

"He barely even winced at Dwalin's attacks. They used to be enough to force him back." Fili pointed out.

Bofur sighed, "A lot of things used to give him pause, but look at him now he acts like he's mad. He appears in flames and destroys everything in sight."

"True, he used to demand gold and jewels. Sure he'd hold a hostage, and he surely didn't care about killing someone to get his way, but at least he had a goal we could understand the places he appeared." Gloin fidgeted with the table as he brought up a map on the screen that marked where Smaug had hit last year. Banks, rich estates, and businesses lit up on the screen, before the map was replaced with one marked all over with everything from orphanages to parks.

The room erupted in a bunch of theories on what caused the change in the dragon and Thorin rubbed his forehead as the noise grew. "ENOUGH." When the room silence Thorin stood, "This is getting us nowhere, we don't need to know WHY he's doing it we just need to know how to stop Smaug."

"I quite agree, Oakenshield."

Never had The Company so quickly prepared for battle as they turned to face the intruder, all of them thrown off when they were greeted with the mysterious Wizard.