Not many knew, but Dragons had a Marked. Unfortunately for Dragons, when they couldn't find or they didn't mate with their Marks they began going Mad.

It had been a long time since Smaug had had someone to talk to, being the last of his kind and feared by all other Races.

But like most Smaug felt the burn in one of his Scales when his Matched was born. The placement of said Mark over his heart made it most difficult to see.

And so Smaug went searching for his Matched.

As he flew many screamed and all fled, in his anger at being attacked by those that didn't run as he searched for his Matched Smaug may have burned down the town.

Smaug ran through the Single Mountain excitedly as he ran toward his Matched. He dove into the piles of gold as he fought his way to the two Dwarrows, one of which was dragging his Matched farther away from him.

In a moment, when the amount of gold covered him and the during the time it took him to surface, his Matched and the other were gone.

Smaug Roared in anger and frustration and fear.

And Smaug would never know the name of his Matched, for his Mark had been on the Scale that fell when the Black Arrow hit its mark. And when his Matched died Smaug slept, to be awakened by the very Dwarrow that had taken his Matched away from him… he really couldn't be held responsible for his reaction… could he?

Okay, in case you were curious Smaug's Matched was Thror, let's say that his gold sickness was his way of trying to attract his own Marked, which was on his skull hidden by his hair, never to be found because Dwarrows and that hair thing they have going on.

Hopefully this is the last I feel compelled to write (For this series/story). I hope you like it.