Smaug! Sherlock x Reader COMMISSION

“Gods, (F/n). How did you get yourself into this?” you outwardly asked yourself, trudging aimlessly through the charred, dead forest that you had come terribly accustomed to. The only landmark that you had to go on in this desolate land was a monstrous mountain, its beauty juxtaposed by the ugly woods that dotted the countryside. “There is an enormous mountain to guide you and yet you still managed to get lost!”

This wasn’t the first time you had become hopelessly lost in a completely foreign landscape, and you sincerely doubted that it would be the last. That’s if I ever find my way about of here, you thought miserably, slumping onto the ash covered ground with a huff.  It was at times like this that you regretted your decision to leave the comforting boundaries of the Shire to pursue the mysteries and legends of Middle Earth; the thought of the calmness and tranquillity of your hobbit hole making your heart ache slightly as you watched the ash you had disturbed shimmer in the crisp air, before settling back from whence it came.

You had never intended to travel, in fact, you had once been a perfectly regular, respectable, run-of-the-mill hobbit, completely content pottering around in your garden. That was, until, you had begun to associate with Bilbo Baggins. He had regaled you with tales of adventure, of monsters and treasure and lands so beautiful that they would permanently be etched into your mind. Eventually, hearing about it just hadn’t been enough, and your garden lacked the thrill that it had previously possessed. And so, you had set out on an adventure of your own, with absolutely no idea where you were going or whether you would even make it back home to regale Bilbo with a tale of your own.

Knowing that sitting there and reminiscing was getting you nowhere fast, you stood with a groan as the texture of the ash on your extremely sensitive feet sent causing sickening waves of discomfort up your spine. You took in your surroundings once more, trying to decide how you should proceed. But there was nothing to be seen that you hadn’t seen already; everything in this gods-forsaken land looked exactly the same and everything was so immense, and you were just so puny in comparison. “That’s it!” you exclaim, brushing the dust from your clothes and scrambling over to the closest tree. “All I have to do is climb a tree and I can see everything!”

You grabbed a gnarled, black branch eagerly; for once things seemed to be going your way. But before you could even put any weight on it, it snapped off and crumbled into dust. Uttering a colourful curse, you spun away from it and stared once again at the mountain, frowning at it. It was the only thing that would allow to get high enough to see where on Middle Earth you were, but even so, a sense of foreboding hung off of it, filling you with uncertainty as you approached it and grabbed its face. ‘I’ve got no other choice’, you thought with determination, blowing a (h/l), curly, (h/c) lock out of your charcoal-covered face as you began to heave yourself up the mountain.

It was a truly terrifying experience; the air was bitterly cold and numbed your hands and large feet to the bone, and did nothing to aid your slow ascent. Every once in a while, a part of the rock would crumble or shift which would cause you to emit a small, petrified yelp which echoed across the barren land. Eventually, just as the golden light of the sun began to touch the horizon, you had found a suitable ledge to rest and see where exactly you were. Beyond the miles upon miles of dead, fire-damaged forest, there was a small town beside a large lake which spanned far past your field of vision. “Well, that’s something at least,” you pant, flopping on the ledge and, in a feat of exhaustion, slammed hard against the wall of rock which kept ascending into the clouds. But as soon as your back made contact with the rock, it gave way and sent you plummeting down a series of rough tunnels, impossibly carved deep into the depths of the mountain. You screamed until your head throbbed and the corners of your vision began turning black, until the tunnel took you as far as it was able. You tumbled out of it and began free falling to a rapidly approaching, gold-coloured floor, and the last thing you saw before you passed out was a large, winged shadow darting towards you.

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“Ow, Gods, my head…” you whined as you awoke, keeping your eyes screwed shut as you gripped your head tightly, trying to squeeze away the pain the clung onto your skull in vain. You rolled onto your side to curl up into a ball, but the strange sensation of the ground moving beneath you and sound of metallic chinking caused you to stop and open your (e/c) eyes in confusion. You gasped in awe as you took in your new surroundings; piles upon piles of gold coins covered the ground with beautiful, sparkling gemstones of varying colour, shape and size poking from in between them. They seemed to go on forever, filling the large, cavernous chamber with a beautiful light. As beautiful as the sight was, something wasn’t quite right, you should be dead. Correction; you would be dead if it weren’t for that thing, that winged shadow that had saved you. But for what purpose? Stiffening, you eyed the room suspiciously as you searched for a hint that it was still here. ‘But… if it saved me, then it must have some kind of kindness in its soul. Maybe I should just ask…’ you thought, taking a deep breath calling out, “H-Hello? Is anybody here?”

When all you heard was your own thrown back at you by the intricate walls, you clenched your fists and yelled, “Hello?! I know you’re there!”

This time, you heard a response. Not in the form of words, but a deep, baritone chuckle that sent daggers of fear straight through your erratically beating heart. You knew one thing about it, at least; it was male. But that didn’t exactly comfort you, if anything, gave you a few answers to why it had saved you in the first place.

“Show yourself! Step into the light where I can see you!”

“I am in the light,” the voice answered, this time from right beside your ear, him being so close that you could feel his breath on your neck.

You screeched in fear and tried to recoil from the voice, but slipping on the coins and fell hard on the ground. You would have cringed at the pain but you were completely focused on cowering away from the figure that now towered above you. He was a strange looking… well there wasn’t exactly a classification you could put him in. Huge, crimson and onyx reptilian wings sprouted from his back, which was clad in a strange, colour-coordinated jacket that you didn’t recognise. It had been left open to expose the skin of his pale, muscular chest which had a scattering of scales across it, and tight, what appeared to be some form of dark purple leather pants which allowed a long, slender tail to poke through, clung to his long legs. He was barefoot, one of his clawed toes tapping against a coin with a steady rhythm. A mop of dark curls sat upon his angular head, surrounding the bases of the short, sharp horns with protruded from them. A smirk was etched into his handsome face; the smile allow a few of his elongated teeth past his full lips, and there was a mischievous glint in his golden eyes.  “I would apologise for frightening you,” he rumbled, taking step towards you and offering a taloned hand in your direction, “but quite frankly, I found it far too amusing.”

Replacing your fear with contempt, you stood without aid and glared at him. Now that you were on your feet, you could now truly appreciate the size of the… man as you only came up to his chest. “Who are you? More to the question, what are you?” you demanded, managing to keep your voice surprising even as you stared into his intense eyes.

“One could ask the same of you,” he replied, beginning to pace in a circle around you. “Your scent is unfamiliar to me. However, judging by your stature, facial appearance and foot size, it is safe to assume that you are a hobbit. As for whom you are, well, that is a more complex matter. Judging by the wear of your clothes, I would suggest that you are a traveller. A rather unexperienced traveller, I might add. You have absolutely no idea where you are, and absolutely no world experience. If you had, you would have known better than to come near here. So why travel at all? Curiosity was my first thought, but now I see that this was not whom you always were. You were once calm, tame, and the granule of garden soil underneath your left big toe suggests that you had an affinity for gardening. No, not curiosity, but stories and tales of another’s adventures that you are now attempting to live for yourself. But as for who you are, well that was simple matter of listening. You are (F/n), are you not? Were my deductions accurate?"

You blinked rapidly in disbelief. How? How could he possibly have known all of that, and more importantly, how could he have known your name? “I’ll take your stunned silence as a yes,” he mused, stopping his pace so that he could loom over you once again.

You stared up at his face, but found yourself focusing on his eyes more than anything. Now that you were within a close proximity to with, you could clearly see that his eyes were not just golden, the also had flecks of a piercing blue swimming in them. It was completely mesmerising. “How did you know all of those things,” you muttered, your voice reflecting how lost in thought you were.

“It was simple; I observed you. It is painfully easy, for those of a high intellect at least.”

You broke contact with stunning eyes so could stare at the ground angrily, trying to ignore the insult that he had thrown your way. “You looked at me? There is no way you could tell all that by looking at me.”

“I did not look at you,” he tutted, giving you a sympathetic look. “I observed you. I observe everything. From what I observe, I deduce everything. When I have eliminated that impossible, whatever remains, no matter how insane it might seem, must be the truth.”

“Fair enough,” you mumbled, still not entirely how he had deduced all of those facts about you. But something else worried you far more. “And what about my name? You could not have been able to deduce that just by observing me.”

“I heard you utter name when you were cursing yourself.”

“You… you were watching me?”

“Naturally.”

Sighing, you lifted your head up to meet his gaze. “Okay… so you know everything about me. Great. So, could you possibly tell me anything about you, as I clearly lack the “intellect” to pluck it out of thin air?”

He fixed you with an amused look. “Of course, my dear. I am Smaug, king under the mountain and terror of the skies,” he announced proudly, offering you a small bow.

“Smaug… the dragon that terrorised and took over the great Dwarven city of Erabor?”

“The very same.”

At least you knew where you were now. “Strange… I would have expected you to be bigger, and, you know, a dragon. Perhaps the tales have been warped over time”

Smaug let out an annoyed huff smoke and crossed his arms against his pale chest. “I am the same dragon the in stories, but yes, it would seem that by stature has been not been told correctly. But trust me, while my size had been exaggerated, my ferocity, however, has not.”

With that, he fixed you with the most chilling gaze you had ever seen, causing you to once again stare at the ground. “G-good to know. One final thing; why did you save me, oh Smaug the great and terrible? Why not just kill me?”

He scoffed at your fawning, but didn’t seem to mind. But, he seemed genuinely confused at this question. “I… am not sure. Perhaps I was feeling short of company? Or perhaps,” at this point he took another step closer to you, using the tip of his tail to lift your chin so that you were forced to look into his intelligent eyes, “I was in need of something new and interesting to look at. You truly are the most beautiful thing in this room. All of my gemstones combined cannot compare to it, in fact, you even make the Archenstone’s beauty dull with your sheer presence. Thus, I could never let something as rare as you perish.”

You blushed deeply at the complement’s he was giving you, a small giggle escaping from your lips. Nobody had ever said such gorgeous things to you, and considering that it had come from a being as attractive as Smaug was, well, it was nice to say the least. “Thank you… for saving me…” you whispered, giving him a shy smile.

“Perhaps you could repay me?” he murmured, leaning down so he said it in your pointed ear.

“H-How?”

“Stay here, with me. As I said, company has been short as of late, and it is not often that company as good as yours presents itself.”

As much as the thought of staying here appealed to the romantic side of you, the logical side was screaming against it. “I… can’t, Smaug. I know I owe you my life, and I am incredibly grateful for you doing so, but I can’t stay here. I have a life, a home and friends that I cannot simply leave.”

He regarded your answer for a while, before shrugging and wrapping his tail tightly around your waist. “I’m afraid, that is not an option. As you said, you owe me your life, which means your life is mine. You can either stay here willingly by my side, or in a cage amongst charred corpses. How choice, however, I think the latter sounds far better, don’t you think?”

You sighed, you choice apparently made up for you. “It… would be my honour to stay by your side.”

As much as you would miss everybody back in the Shire, you had to admit, it wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened. You knew where you were, for once, and you no longer had to worry about your safety as Smaug seemed very protective over his treasures. With a smug smile spreading across his attractive face, Smaug gave you a passionate kiss before simply murmuring, “Good.”