Gold For Gold.

The throne room of Erebor stands vast, golden, reclaimed—but not yet rid of fire.

"The beast is gone," Thorin growls, voice sharp, certain. "Erebor is ours."

But then—movement.

A figure lounges upon the treasure, draped in rich crimson, adorned with gold and jewels stolen from the depths of the hoard. Not Smaug. No. Something else. Something left behind.

"Impossible," Balin murmurs, gripping his staff tighter.

"You will leave," Thorin commands, stepping forward, sword heavy in his grip. "You have no claim here."

But you do not move.

"State what you want. Speak—before I cast you from these halls."

Dragon Shifter/Smaug's Offspring User!✨️⛰️🔥🐲💛

Side Note: A Fíli version! Love my golden husband. Gonna be making a Kíli version too!✨️