Eruwen (Part 1 & 2)

The Dragon at the Gate of Erebor

I flew over the forests and mountains for several days. I was admiring the beauty and mystery of the surroundings when my winged horse Feon started to look a bit uneasy. I could feel his nervousness.

"Feon?" I asked, listening to the scenery.

My father had created him from one of the stars in the sky. He created the horse first, before giving it wings and the ability to communicate with me in Elvish.

"Lúg (Dragon)," the horse replied, picking up speed.

My elven ears heard the movement of the great dragon's wings and before long the sound of roaring and chaos joined them. The intensity increased with greater proximity to the dwarven kingdom of Erebor. The dragon longed for the gold within.

The Norse dragon lusting after the dwarven wealth was one of the greatest of dragons, he bore the name Smaug. He sent his mighty flames upon the royal gate, leaving widespread destruction in its wake

I saw a group of dwarves, almost all of them wearing full armor. Only two of them were dressed in something else. I dismounted my horse and wrapped both men in my long cloak, which protected them from the fire.

Smaug caused chaos among the dwarves and then focused his attention on the nearby town of Dale, where the humans lived.

"You must leave!" I said to the young dwarf, "Your powers will not be enough against this dragon!!!"

I didn't wait for a reply. I ran back, jumped off the walls, and landed back on the back of my winged horse. My face was covered, and the only thing that could be seen was my eyes - I was wandering around Middle-earth wrapped in a cloak so that people wouldn't recognize me at first sight.

Dragons weren't my favorite, fighting them was hard and difficult, requiring a lot of my energy and concentration. I didn't dare take on such a large individual in such a populated area, one small mistake could prove fatal to a large number of mortals.

The gates of Erebor were destroyed and none of the dwarves could stand against Smaug as an equal opponent, they could not win even with my help, I was no match for such a powerful creature.

I helped the dwarves escape the fortress. I was reunited with the young dwarf I had hidden in my cloak. He was helping an older dwarf, whom I recognized as the king by the crown on his head.

Feon ran off and I took both dwarves from behind before letting them back outside. The ring that my father had given me centuries ago had come loose from my right middle finger - I noticed it later, and in the fleeing crowd, the young dwarf in whose clothing the ring was hidden was lost to me.

At the top of the hills, the presence of Thranduil, King of the Wood Elves, and his soldiers did not escape me. The elves did not help with the fighting, cowardly though it may have seemed, I understood his decision, though it greatly soured relations between elves and dwarves. However, I also took to running afterward.