I hmm know, this is sad, but this is the last chapter for this particular story. Please see AN at the end. Thank you everyone for the reviews and following my story, love you all.

Ch 32 Ends in a Blaze

The mountain seemed to shake and Lapis held Dis to her as she stared wide eyed at Frerin who was looking around confused. She could just barely hear screams and knew the other two hadn't, her senses being more advance as a dragon. Frerin stood and walked to the door, opening it to speak with the guards outside.

"What happened?"

The one on the left answered first, "I'm not sure. Unless someone comes, we are to stay here."

With a nod, Frerin stepped back and paused as he was about to shut the door at the sound of footsteps running towards them. He leaned back out and waited for the person to arrive. A minute later, a soldier came running at them, skidding to a stop, out of breath.

"D-dragon."

No one moved, unsure if they had heard the other dwarf correctly. A few seconds later, it was confirmed.

"There's a fire-breathing dragon attacking Erebor! An evacuation is in place, including the girl."

Frerin spun in place and found Lapis staring at him in the same shock he was feeling. "You're the girl, come on!"

Many thoughts ran through her mind in that moment, but the one at the forefront was that there was another dragon other than herself. Her and Thorin had postulated that there might be, but there wasn't much standing evidence that could be found. When Frerin physically shook her to move, Lapis scooped up Dis as she stood and they were ushered out, the guards flanking on either side of them with the other leading the way.

"What about Thorin?" Frerin shouted to the soldier in front.

"He's leading the army with Captain Gatik and your father, we are to make sure you three get to safety."

Lapis came to a halt, along with her breathing. No. She wouldn't leave Thorin to the mercy of a dragon they knew nothing of, especially one that could incinerate him. She could feel Frerin tugging at her arm but paid no attention to his words as she shoved the dwarfling into his arms and took off running. Whatever shouts followed her were ignored.

"Lapis, no!" Frerin wanted to chase after her but with his sister quivering in his arms, he stayed watching as she disappeared around a corner.

"Your Majesty, we need to get you both out of the mountain in case it falls. Come along."

All he could do was pray Lapis wouldn't die along with his brother as the guards pulled him down another hallway.

Running passed dwarves, Lapis began to shed her clothes. If anyone noticed in their panic, none said a word; until she was completely naked and jumped over the ledge in an open hallway that overlooked the grand entrance. More screams were heard as she shifted into her dragon form and soared towards the red and black spiked tail she saw disappearing. Nothing crossed her mind except for the need to find Thorin and destroy whatever got in her way.

Thorin ran down the hall to the throne room with his sword in hand in search of his grandfather. The dragon had broken through the entrance, smashing the stone wall to bits, before continuing its way through Erebor, killing dwarves as it went in search of the gold hidden in the middle of the kingdom. Ahead of him, Thror ducked into a doorway that led to the treasury and Thorin ran faster. He arrived in time to pull his grandfather away from the river of gold that swept the Arkenstone away before their eyes. A sound like rumbling thunder shook the walls and Thorin dragged Thror up the stairs with his sword pointed at the dragon he could see under the gold.

"No! We cannot leave it behind!"

Thror tried to fight off his grandson to run back and retrieve the Arkenstone but Thorin held fast and was joined by another soldier who helped carry the King out of Erebor with the rest of the fleeing dwarves. Just before they reach the broken entrance, another roar echoed and Thorin spun in place, immediately recognizing the sound as Lapis crying out as a dragon. She was supposed to be guarded and out of Erebor by now, what had happened? He took a step back into his ruined home, dropping Thror's arm in the process, intending to run back inside to find her.

"Thorin?"

He turned back at his name, knowing it was Frerin calling him. Had he gotten out through the back passageway? Maybe he was wrong and Lapis was outside. Thorin picked up Thror again and with help, rushed out the gate and over the bridge, searching frantically for Frerin.

"Thorin!"

Frerin came running up from the right holding Dis and Thorin's heart sank. That wasn't where the secret passage his ancestors had made, the tunnels Lapis had made for him were over there. And she wasn't with them. "Where is she?"

Dis clung to him tighter at Thorin's yell and Frerin paled further. "I don't know, she ran off once she heard you were facing off with the fire-breather."

His breathing quickened, slowly turned back to Erebor where some of his people were running out, some of them yelling about another dragon, one that roared ice instead of fire. In that moment, Thorin would remember that his blood ran cold and fear overtook his senses. She wouldn't go fight the dragon he had seen, it was five times the size of her own form. A tug at his sleeve grabbed his attention and Frerin pointed to the ridge line. On the horizon, there stood an army of Elves with King Thranduil astride an elk.

"Help us!" Thorin waved his arm, silently pleading the Elf would do so, but it was in vain. They watched as King Thranduil tuned away, leading his people away from the carnage of the dwarves. He wouldn't risk the lives of his kin against the wrath of a dragon, leaving Thorin to glare after him hatefully. Screams mingled with the crackling of flames and Thorin felt his stomach sink further at a wailing cry coming from within Erebor. "No."

Frerin turned around with his brother at the anguished roar-like cry. "Was that…"

Thorin's knees gave out and he crumpled to the ground. "Lapis…"

"We don't know she's dead, we can go back and look for her." Frerin said desperately, try to hold onto hope.

He didn't hear his brother's words though, all Thorin heard was the mirad of two dragons roaring at the same time. The rumbling sounds were different and he could hear the one in pain above the echoing triumph call. It wasn't possible, he had just found her. They were going to have a family. She was going to be his wife. And now, there was nothing. Thorin let out a war cry and tried to run back into the mountain, only to be stopped by his father.

"Thorin, stop."

"No, I'm going back for her."

"Son, there's no one left in Erebor alive." Thrain held his son back, struggling slightly.

"I need to get her, she's mine." He kept trying to break his father's hold on his arms.

"Thorin, think of our people." Thrain pulled Thorin into a hug, whispering in his ear. "I don't know what you know, but a dragon cannot be your One. It is impossible. I watched her jump and change, attacking the red dragon with her ice. If she is alive, not only would it be a miracle, but you could never be together." Thrain pulled back, "We have to lead our people Thorin, it's time to step into your place at my side now." He walked away, to Thror, helped his father up and called for the dwarves around to head to the lake.

Thorin stood in shock, staring at his broken home, Frerin coming to his side. There was no other noise coming from the mountain now, just the sounds of dwarves running from their home and the bells of Dale ringing in the distance. His whole world had crumbled in such a small amount of time, his whole future gone in a flash of fire.

"I'm so sorry, Thorin." Frerin whispered to his brother. "We have to leave, there's nothing else for us." Dis was crying into his chest and he was scared what was going to happen now, winter would be here soon. Adjusting their sister into one arm, Frerin placed his hand at Thorin's elbow and tugged to get him moving. When his brother faced him, he watched as all emotion left Thorin's face and was replaced by an emotionless mask. Before Frerin could say anything, Thorin walked away and joined their father at the head of the group. He watched as the Dwarves of Erebor staggered away and adjusted Dis in his arms again before joining the last of them as they walked away from their home.

Lapis stirred, waking slowly, as pain throbbed in her head. There was pressure on her chest also and she opened her eyes to see a large clawed wing pinning her down. Anger coursed through her body as a growl vibrated up her throat, but before she could spew her ice at the much larger dragon, he spoke.

"Do not try, little dragon, you can not harm me with water." The claw shifted and flexed. "The only reason I did not kill you was from intrigue, nothing else. Now tell me, how did a dragon mate with a dwarf? I can smell his spawn in your belly."

Fear took place of her anger and Lapis growled, no one insulted her mate.

"Calm yourself or I will not hesitate in crushing you. Answer my questions and you might live. How?"

As an answer, she shifted into her human form and started at him defiantly, glaring at him while laying on her back.

"Well now, isn't this fascinating."

Hey everyone! So yes, this story is done, but look out for the next one, The Jewel of the Lonely Mountain. It will contain Lapis and smaug interactions, thorin snippets, and possibly the end of the journey to reclaim Erebor. Stay tuned!