Steel And Flame.

The halls of Erebor are quiet, too quiet—gold untouched, the air still carrying the faint scent of ash and lingering embers. The dwarves stand amidst the reclaimed hoard, weary but victorious, believing that the dragon has been vanquished, that the mountain belongs solely to them once more.

And then—a shift. A presence. Movement where there should be none.

A flicker in the dim torchlight, a shape weaving through the shadows, slow, deliberate—circling.

"Thorin," Balin murmurs, tone tight, unease creeping into his voice.

"I see it," Thorin answers, turning sharply, hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Show yourself!" His voice carries through the chamber, commanding, unwavering.

Dragon Shifter/Smaug’s Offspring User!🪓🗡🔥🐲

Side Note: A Dwalin Version! Love Dwalin!✨️