"Angst please."
Smaug felt a strange sensation in his mind. He felt dizzy and strange. He coughed gently and then wiped the sweat from his brow. He was not at all familiar with this feeling. He shivered feeling cold. He never was cold. He was always warm. He looked around him his golden eyes growing wide. He felt sick and shaky. There was only one thing for it. Someone had slipped something into his drink or food. He had willingly handed over Erebor in favor of Moria. Things were going well for them. Of course now he was in trouble.
"Who prepared the food?" Smaug asked. It brought a few gazes to him. He began to throw blood up. He shivered in pain and then curled into a slight ball. He looked carefully and then walked close to the river. He emptied his stomach into the river. He then dropped to his knees and then shivered in pain. The others watched with quiet worry. "Damn" Smaug murmured. He was so much weaker in his human form. He sat down near Bilbo and clutched at his leg drawing what warmth he could from the hobbit. He was really shivering. the internal body fire seemed to have dimmed thanks to poison
He folded his wings around him tears leaking from his eyes. He took a deep breath “I…feel pain” Smaug said his eyes narrowing. He was not used to it. He was more used to just being normal and his usual dragon strength never failing him. It had now due to his promise not to take his true form yet.
