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“What is that ssscent?”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47774050/chapters/228394151
Finally finished the next chapter of Take My Heart. Hopefully the following chapter will come easier to me.
“You are awfully quiet,” the dragon murmured, his voice low and curling with curiosity. “You've struck me as someone rarely short on words, little hobbit—chattering like a market gossip.” (Bilbo resented that.) “And yet, you’ve not uttered a single word.”
The corner of his mouth twitched with amusement. “I wonder what has your tongue so thoroughly tied?”
Again, Bilbo swallowed thickly and looked down at his hands, shame curling in his chest. He had fretted over this very moment all day, wracking his mind for what he could possibly offer in place of a story. His strengths lay in the spoken and written word—but with no voice, both were lost to him.
Cooking, perhaps—but he had no ingredients, no kitchen, and even if he did, he doubted a pie would impress a dragon of Zarakûl’s gargantuan size. Writing was no better. He had only a bit of charcoal, and nothing to write on. Even if he tried, would the dragon truly strain to read a hobbit’s tiny scrawl? No, that wouldn’t do at all.
Singing his silly songs was obviously out as well.
"I warned you," rumbled the dragon, voice thick with smug satisfaction, "did I not? To rest the only asset of use to me. But instead, you spent the night nattering away with that Man," he said, his tone laced with what Bilbo could have sworn was jealousy—though surely, it was just irritation at being disobeyed.
The growl that followed left no question—Zarakûl was not impressed. Not in the slightest.
Shrugging helplessly, Bilbo nodded, shrinking from the weight of the dragon’s displeasure. His fingers slowly unclenched from their death grip, and he decided it was time to try what his panicked mind had landed on earlier.
He let his hands speak for him.
'I'm sorry. I promise to listen next time,' he signed with practiced ease. It was a gamble, but one he prayed would pay off. If Zarakûl had truly once been a dwarf—and all evidence thus far pointed to it—then surely...
The dragon blinked once. Then again. His eyes lost focus slightly, as though reaching for a memory long buried. "You know Inglišmêk?" he asked, voice flat and bemused, his gaze clouded with something ancient and aching.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47774050/chapters/166189612
Who are you?
Bilbo startles rather violently. It’s not a voice spoken aloud. It’s in his head, deep and rumbling, and the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He stares up at the dragon’s eyes with his mouth hanging open. It is most certainly not the voice of a baby and since when can companion animals speak, anyway? Let alone only in someone’s mind.
“Bilbo Baggins,” he says faintly as he takes a few steps back. “I was… I was told you were, erm…” He gestures with his hands. “Smaller.”
Should I be?
“Well, you’ve just hatched, haven’t you?” Bilbo squeaks, perhaps a bit foolishly.
The dragon moves forward steadily as he steps closer to the sunlight. His head comes first, covered in small spikes and thick scales, larger spikes protruding from behind his jaw. He has very long horns, jaggedly curved at the sides, and Bilbo can see huge spikes running from the back of his skull and down his thickly muscled neck.
His eyes are brighter in the sun, like liquid fire, and it is like seeing his mark come to life.
A picture commissioned for @vtforpedro‘s “fly away with me”!
I had never ever drawn a dragon seriously before, and I feel honored to have drawn this one! It was honestly a lot of fun, so thank you @vtforpedro for the awesome commission!!! 🖤
Click here to read "fly away with me" on ao3! 🐲
AU where Thorin is actually a dragon
Okay sure Dragon!Thorin but consider
Dragon!Thrain.
I mean of the two, only one wore a ring of power and was tortured by evil forces from before the shaping of the world. I'm just saying.