A/N: I see a lot of stories about Smaug/Bilbo because of both actor's previous work together on the fabulous BBC Sherlock television series. And as excited as I am about wanting to see Cumberbatch go all dragon and hellfire on us eager fans, I actually like to turn this story into something no one has ever tried, and I'd also like to be the first to do so! You can see from the summary alone what this is all about, so tell me what you think when this is all over, yeah? Thank you!

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beasts be not twisted creatures,

for they hide within the flesh of men,

be wary young virgins who are privy of the world,

do not tread in the dark where men becomes beasts

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Esgaroth

Laketown, as it had always been, was on high alert.

'Probably because Bard once again stole something priceless from the Master.'

"Ingrid! Don't dawdle now, hurry along!"

The city that was built in the middle of a large lake was bustling with activity, mostly because the guards were swarming through the city in search of the thief: Bard the Bowman. However, it did not stop people from their work, they were actually used to that sort of excitement that happened practically every day.

"Lady Hilda, wait for me!"

I followed after the older woman, carrying different sort of fabrics that would interest the potential buyer. There was only one customer that could afford the best of the best fabrics Lady Hilda had to offer, and that was the very man the infamous bowman had taken a liking to stealing from.

Speaking of which...

The older woman squawked when Bard ran through the thick of the crowds with guards after him. I nearly fell back on my rear when the older man grabbed a fabric from the pile in my arms, offering a quick smile at my astonished face that morphed into a dreamy smile. Soon as Bard had come, he disappeared in the next corner with the fabric.

Like any unmarried (and occasionally married) woman, we swooned at the sight of the handsome thief who stole from the greedy Master to provide for those less fortunate. It was unfair how the Master treated everyone, getting fatter by the years from feeding himself a feast when he could have used his fortune and power to help others. Instead, he simply helped himself.

His heart of gold just made our own hearts beat faster in his presence. It was any girl's dream to tame the man and become something more to him...

"That thief!" came Lady Hilda's cry from ahead. "He stole my best linen sheet!"

My daydreaming came to a halt from her shrill voice and I had to work quick in placating her before she took it out on me once again when something went wrong. Being an apprentice to a woman who makes custom clothier was not easy, especially when she thinks so highly of herself when the Master likes to order and purchase her work. I personally wouldn't like to work for the Master, but he would pay good money for extravagant clothes, so I learned to keep my tongue.

Besides, Bard always took vengeance for everyone by taking off with the Master's jewels.

"Ingrid!"

"Coming, Lady Hilda!"

We hurried along on our way to her shop, having just come from another shop of a passing merchant that sold fabrics that caught Lady Hilda's eye. The older woman somehow knew what sort of cloths would interest the Master, and it was something I didn't intend on finding out.

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Deep inside a mountain that stood alone in the East, an endless ocean of glittering gold moved as if it were alive... or something was swimming beneath the bed of treasure...

Erebor was silent, and as all had pointed out, lonely. All knew of what lay hidden within the bowels of the mountain fortress, what had destroyed Dale and driven out the hardy Dwarrows, what slept in the dark surrounded by fortune for many years to come.

Smaug

Smaug could have slept on without disturbance, he didn't care for anything but the gold and he would continue to do so until the end of his days or when some fool was lucky enough to kill him. Not that, that would ever happen to him.

But, there were some things that Smaug never liked having, and that was having all the time in the world. A new Age was like a new day to him, just a blink of the eye and it was all gone. Smaug knew since claiming Erebor that some long years had passed, but to him it was just a flash really.

Hibernation was at fault. Next time he would awaken, the colossal red dragon mused, would be when the day the world was renewed.

Now wouldn't that be an interesting day indeed?

His brothers warned him about his impatience, but he never really did like listening to others. Just did as he pleased and got away with it, too.

However...

Wouldn't it be nice, Smaug pondered on, if there was something to do rather than simply lie inside a lonely mountain for all eternity?

Gold flew from the dragon's snort and a head barely peeked out of the gold, letting a leather-skinned face open a golden eye for the first in over a century.

'Well, lets have a look outside, then.'