"What do mean I have to spy out the path?" you asked nervously.
Thorin gave you a look, "Since our original burglar took a fall and twisted his ankle, you'll have to do the plundering. Since you are a hobbit, aren't you?"
"Yes, yes. I am. But I do not have a magic ring like he does, and I don't want to take it without his permission," you were just wanting an excuse so you didn't have to get blown to ashes.
"Magic Ring or not, you're still a hobbit, and you can still sneak around like one, so go and scout ahead," Thorin replied.
You inwardly sighed. Bilbo had dragged you along with him when Gandalf and Thorin and his company went out on an adventure. Bilbo said if you did not come, then he wouldn't even think of going. Since then, you'd been captured by mountain trolls, goblins, a troubling fellow called Gollum, spiders, and wood elves. Oh, how you wished you were back in your Bag End with Bilbo.
You turned to Dwalin and Balin, who were currently wrapping-as best they could-Bilbo's swollen ankle. Bilbo looked up at you with worry and concern, 'Will you be alright?' he seemed to ask.
You turned back to Thorin and nodded, "Alright, I'll go."
"Rock wall, black hall, oh how I wish it could end," you quietly whispered to yourself.
You were feeling your way along the pitch-black darkness. You were worrying. Yes, yes, worrying. Worrying about whether you'd ever meet the end of this hall, worrying about if you did meet the end of the hall that you would only get burned to a crisp by Smaug (if he was still alive).
You finally saw a light not far away from you. You picked up your pace slightly and pretty soon came up to the entrance to Smaug's Layer. A deep rumbling sound made you leap back into the shadows, "Come out, little thief. Why do you hide from me?"
You slowly peaked around the corner only to whirl it back when your (e/c) eyes met golden-red, "Do not be shy, little thief. Come out in the open where I can see you."
You waited for a moment before cautiously stepping out, ready to leap back in a second's notice.
The great dragon was magnificent: orange-red scales covered his body from scaly head to scaly tail. Golden-red eyes glowed with a mysteriousness you could not explain.
You look around at the gold surrounding the dragon, who was coiled up like he was sleeping. Although you knew he wasn't because he had just spoken to you, which he did again, "You have great wits to come and seek me out. Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"I-I am...I am..." you thought a moment before replying, "I am the Wind Rider, I travel over hill and under hill, through mountain and under mountain, across plain and through forest."
Although it was mostly true, you still felt it was a lie in your heart.
The dragon rumbled, "Well then, Wind Rider. What brings you to my Great Hoard?"
You knew he was prepared to attack at any second, so you tried not to panic, "I did not come alone." You mentally kicked yourself.
"Oh? Who else did you bring?"
"I brought a band that seek something from you."
"And that is my gold, I assume?"
You gulped, "That is one reason. But really it's revenge they seek?"
The dragon tilted his head, "And what of you, Wind Rider? What do you seek, if not my gold or revenge?"
"I do not seek anything."
"Then why have you come?"
You paused, although for a second too late. Smaug crept forward slowly until his giant snout was only feet away from you, golden-red eyes gleaming, "I do not know what you are, Little Thief. I have never smelled one of your kind. But I do not trust you. Tell me, do these others, are they Dwarves, by any chance?"
You did not answer, and Smaug surprisingly did not respond all except for this: "You have...interesting eyes. Almost like gold and silver and jewels combined in one."
You did not expect that. Then Smaug drifted away, leaving you, "Leave while you can, Little Thief the Wind Rider."
You obeyed him and scrambled up into the tunnel with only one thought on your mind, Why did Smaug let me live?