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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Fandom:
      The_Hobbit_(Jackson_Movies)
  Relationship:
      Fíli/Sigrid, Sigrid/Smaug, Fíli/Smaug
  Character:
      Sigrid_(Hobbit_Movies), Smaug, Fíli, Thorin_Oakenshield, Bilbo_Baggins,
      Thranduil, Bard_of_Laketown, Tilda_(Hobbit_Movies), Bain_of_Dale, The
      Company, Dáin_Ironfoot, Dís, Gandalf, Beorn
  Additional Tags:
      Pregnancy, Kidnapping, pre-botfa
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-10 Updated: 2015-09-24 Chapters: 3/? Words: 3609
****** If I Had A Heart ******
by Abigail_Mikaelson
Summary
     "Who are you?" "I am the dragon come down from the mountain and I
     have changed my mind." -Sigrid and Smaug
     Smaug agrees to leave the mountain and Esgaroth in peace, on one
     condition. Fili and Sigrid must come with him. In his madness, Thorin
     agrees and the the dragon steals them away in the night. What happens
     next is a whirlwind of danger, desperation and heartbreak.
     "There's nothing more hateful than failing to protect the one you
     love."
Notes
     This is a new fandom for me and I havent written in awhile so I'm a
     bit rusty. Obviously, none of this is mine. Just borrowing for a wee
     bit.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** This Will Never End Cause I Want More *****
“What will you give me in return, dwarfling? There is little else I will take
in return.” Smaug stood tall before the dwarf and gave a deadly smile. “It is
clear that you are fond of gold,” Thorin said slowly, trying to entice the
dragon. “It makes me wonder if you would be just as fond of golden hair.” The
dragon’s gargantuan head lowered to Thorin’s level, the beast intrigued. “Go
on, then. I’m listening.” The dwarf king smirked, thinking he had the upper
hand. “Down in the town of the men on the lake, my nephew Fili resides with his
brother and two others of my company in the house of the bargeman Bard. I say
that you may have him.” The dragon grins in surprise, “Really? Is this boy not
the Crown Prince of Erebor? You would so easily trade him for all of this?”
Thorin shrugged and stated, “I have another nephew.” Smaug chuckles and shakes
his massive head. “And what if it is a female I desire?” the dragon taunts.
“What then, Oakenshield?” Thorin is at a temporary loss, a golden-haired
female. He had not the time to find one. He quickly thought back to all the
people he had seen in Laketown and tried to remember the hair color of all he
and the company had met. Confound it all! All he could recall had dark hair!
No, he thought, all but one. A pretty girl with a simple dress and dirty blonde
hair pulled away from her face came to the forefront of his mind. “There is
one,” he finally says. “Oh?” the dragon inquired. “There is one such female in
Laketown. The only one with golden hair, I would say. The eldest daughter of
Bard, Sigrid I believe her name to be, has the very hair you seek,” Thorin said
quickly.
Smaug’s head rose and he turned, seemingly considering the offer. After a
moment, the great beast faces the dwarf and replies, “And if I wanted them
both?” Thorin is briefly shocked but it fades quickly as he says, “Then you
will have them both.” The dragon grins, knowing that he’s probably just gotten
the better end of the deal. “Alright then, King under the Mountain,” he says
after a quite lengthy pause. “Direct me to the house of this bargeman and you
may have your mountain and everything in it.” Thorin is quick to give
directions to the feral beast before him and grins when Smaug leaves the way he
came. The rest of the company sits just inside the secret door and so they do
see the great dragon leaving the mountain, flying toward Laketown.
Smaug lands on the bank and shrinks after whispering a few words, finally
resting in a man-sized form. He knows that his eyes are gold from the use of
his magic but also that they will soon fade to the strange blue-green-gold
combination that enticed any who saw them. Another whispered word and he was
clothed as a lake dweller would to avoid suspicion. He used one of the boats
that were ashore and calmly paddled his way to the town. A quick cloaking spell
and he slipped into the mock streets on his way to his prize. It didn’t take
long to find the bargeman’s house. From the looks of the home and the bustle of
activity, he knows that he has found the right place. His eyes close and he
summons his new pets to him.
It’s a dangerous thing, giving a person’s name to a dragon. It could be used
for a great number of things, such as slipping said person under your control.
Movement in the doorway makes him turn and he sees the two slipping on their
coats as they slipped outside and down the steps to him. He steps out of the
boat and they stop before him, eyes glazed over with magic, and he grins.
Almost unconsciously, his hands rose to touch first their hair, then their
faces. Sigrid’s, as he knew it would be, was smooth and soft. Fili was her
opposite. Both are beautiful, he surmises, and all mine. He pulls a few thick
blankets from a boat nearby to hide his cargo and smirks when he comes back to
see them curled in the bottom of his boat. Smaug climbs in with them, throwing
the blankets over them and begins to paddle away. He relished in the fact that
even though he had been in his dragon form for centuries, his magic was still
as strong as it had ever been.
He thought it amusing that they passed by an elf unnoticed as they rowed out of
Laketown. His little captives were silent as they exited the water-based town.
After a while, they reached the shore with ease. Smaug quickly exited the boat,
pulling Fili and Sigrid with him, and headed into the forest. As the group got
farther away from the water and into the woods, he slowly relinquished his hold
over their will. They eventually came to a clearing that was far away from the
shore where he released their wills completely and stood back to watch them.
Smaug watched, amused, as they seemed to come out of a daze and glanced at each
other before looking around.
Sigrid, who had been closer to him, spotted him and gasped as she instinctively
backed away. Fili immediately came to stand between her and their strange
captor. “You won’t get away with this,” he stated with nary a tremble in his
voice. “My uncle will come for me and Bard will come for her.” At this, Smaug
laughed heartily. His captives gave each other and inquisitive look, believing
him to be mad. “My dear princeling,” he said when his laughter subsided. “Who
do you think handed your will over to me?” The young dwarf’s eyes widened but
otherwise gave him no reaction. The dragon continued, “He didn’t just give me
your name, he gave me your very being to do with as I please. Why, he even gave
me the name of a not unattractive daughter of men.”
Hearing this, Sigrid’s eyes filled with tears and a hand flew to cover her
mouth. “She was not his to give,” the dwarven prince was quick to defend.
“Nevertheless,” Smaug said nonchalantly, “she has been freely given and now you
are both mine.” Fili’s eyes lit in a fiery rage that he had not seen in a pet
in so very long. Oh, this was going to be so much fun. “Like hell we are,” he
growled, rage shadowing his features and flowing through his body like
adrenaline. He turned and uttered a single word to the frightened girl behind
him,
“Run!”
***** If I Had a Heart I Could Love You *****
Chapter Notes
     Thank you for all of the beautiful and encouraging reviews. Here's
     your new chapter. As you have seen and will see some more, I am
     taking liberties with Smaug's powers. I don't own anything, just
     using them to please myself and others.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Sigrid hesitated slightly before running as fast as her legs would carry her.
Once he saw her sprint, Fili turned back a second too late as the stranger hit
him sharply. The dwarf stumbled momentarily before swinging his fist toward the
man’s face. It was caught in a firm grip before it reached its intended
destination and used to throw him off balance. Fili hit the ground hard and had
but a moment’s reprieve before his captor was flipping him over and straddling
his back. He cried out in anger as he tried the wrestle his way free, to no
avail. Fingers tangled in his long hair and yanked upward, exposing his throat.
Smaug had to admit that the young dwarf prince had spirit, spirit he couldn’t
wait to break. He quickly leaned down, avoiding any attempt at a head-butt from
the thick headed dwarf.
The fire drake’s lips rested over the thudding pulse and began sucking a
subdual mark into the unblemished flesh. Instantly, the young prince stilled
beneath him. His body calmed and loosened, his will falling under the spell of
the dragon. Smaug pulled away, smirking at the dwarf as he stood from atop him.
Fili remained as he was, lying perfectly content in the grass without a care in
the world. The dragon nudged the boy onto his back and took in his peaceful
face. “Stay,” he commanded and chuckled when he was given a low hum in
response. The wind chose that instant to blow, sending the scent of the fleeing
girl in his direction. He grinned and began running in her scent’s direction;
and so the hunt began.
Sigrid, he thought, was playing hard to get, a dangerous game to play with a
dragon. In this form, Smaug was faster than even an above average man. He was
not blind to the fact that he had followed her almost a mile and a half away
from where Fili lay. He was rather impressed at the distance such a slender
thing had covered in such a short amount of time. A twig snapped about half a
mile ahead of him and he sped up, surprised that she was still able to run. He
could hear her panting as she ran faster than she had ever run before. The girl
was only prolonging the inevitable; they both knew that she would be eventually
caught, especially since she did not know that way back home.
It was a stroke of luck, Smaug thought, that her foot had caught on a wayward
root sticking up from the earth in the darkness. She pitched violently forward
and the breath was knocked from her body as it collided with the unforgiving
ground. The dragon could not help but chuckle as she tried to regain her
breath. Sigrid froze at the sound and their eyes locked as she turned to face
him. The child was on her feet in an instant, ready to run, but it was not
enough. Before she could even command her body to move, there was a hand
gripping the back of her coat and hauling her back. Their bodies collided and
he used the momentum to turn them, forcing her into a tree nearby. Push as she
might against the tree, the dragon was immovable and she was trapped.
Smaug kept her pinned until her fight left and she couldn’t hide the underlying
fear coursing through her. Tears fell freely as the sobs wrenched themselves
from her chest. Her entire body, the tiny thing that it was, shook with the
force. Smaug shoes that movement to teasingly slip his hands between her front
and the tree to unfasten the buttons of her thin coat. Her jumbled protests
were immediate and dripping with terror. “Nonodon’tpleasejustletmego,” she
pleaded, “Iwillnottellanyonedon’tplease!” He forcefully wrenched the coat from
her body and let it fall to the forest floor. Her sobs continued as he pressed
her harder into the tree and formed his front to her back. Sigrid let out a cry
when his groin pressed hard into her lower back and his hands roamed freely.
The ties on the front of her dress were broken and the top loosened
considerably.
“I must say Sigrid, daughter of Bard; you gave me a merry chase, the likes of
which I have not experienced in quite a long time,” the sinister dragon snarled
in her ear. “I am quite thoroughly impressed.” Smaug’s knee forced its way
between the poor girl’s thighs and her chemise was torn to expose her shoulders
and upper back. The revealed flesh was pale and unblemished. HE could not
resist placing kisses up her neck and across her shoulders, quietly telling her
he could almost be gentle if he wished. “I am half tempted to take you here,”
he muttered, her response a chocked sob, “where none but the furry woodland
creatures could hear. You could scream as loud as you want for as long as you
like and I will be the only one near enough to enjoy them.”
Sigrid flinched as his tongue began to lave at her neck. He continued, “I’ll
bet you would scream so beautifully for me. You’re already crying so prettily;
it wouldn’t take much. I could have you now.” “No!” she cried, horrified at
what he implied. She had heard stories of women brutalized against their wills
but had never been in the position herself. “Yes! I’d have you right here
against this tree! All I would need to do is tear away at your skirts. If I
lifted your little body just a bit higher, I could slip right inside you.” The
dragon’s breath was hot on her skin in the winter’s chill. She tried to ignore
the pressure of this monster’s body against her. She actively tried to ignore
the filth spewing from his lips, but to no avail. Trapped as she was, she could
not escape a single moment of this torture.
“No,” Smaug said after a moment. “I will save you for another time not too far
from now. When we settle into our new home would be quite a fitting occasion I
think.” Sigrid’s voice would not come for her to protest. Instead she shook her
head in denial, also attempting to dislodge him. The stranger’s lips returned
to the join of her neck and shoulders and began laving at it again,
occasionally running his teeth over it. “What are you doing,” she demanded as
her voice returned. “Preparing you for a subdual mark,” was his quick response.
“Why?” she whispered. He chuckled, “Why to subdue you of course.” Sigrid
swallowed past the lump in her throat and shakenly asked her next question,
fearing the answer.
“Who are you?” Smaug smirked and chucked again. “So now one of my pets decides
to ask for my name.” Slowly, he placed his lips at her ear, his breath
seemingly hotter than before. “I am the dragon come down from the mountain,” he
whispered, “and I have changed my mind.” Sigrid’s eyes widened in realization
but before she could ask more, Smaug opened his mouth widely and dove for the
bruised flesh he had been abusing. She cried when the fire drake’s sharp teeth
sank home.
Chapter End Notes
     As usual, please review. I do so enjoy reading them. Seeing that I
     have a new review really makes my day.
***** If I Had A Voice I Would Sing *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It’s dark, that’s the first thing his mind registers. It’s dark and it’s cold.
He and a girl- Sigrid? - had been kidnapped by a madman, one who claimed his
uncle had given them away freely. Fili’s ears eventually registered muffled
whimpering somewhere in the room. Slowly, he opened his eyes, allowing his
senses to return. He was in a dungeon of some sort, laying in a pile of furs on
the stone floor, and torches lined the wall in front of him. He briefly glanced
left and scurried away in fear of the figure before him. Azog the Defiler stood
proudly, a menacing grin stretched across his scarred face, as his warg growled
at the prince from her master’s side. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” a
familiar voice spoke from behind him. “It only riles them up more.”
Fili turned in the direction of his captor and at once disliked what he saw.
Sigrid lay in a pile of furs similar to his own with no coat, her chemise torn
and bloody. The source of the blood stood out against her otherwise pale neck.
A large bite mark sat glaringly obvious at the joint of her neck and shoulder
in the midst of the blood. The girl wept as the man held both of her delicate
wrists in one hand and cleaned the gore from her skin. “What have you done to
her?!” the dwarf demanded. He got no reply as the man finished and released
Sigrid. He stood and dropped a few of the larger furs over the young woman’s
shivering form.
Azog snapped his thick fingers toward the girl and his warg curled around her,
sharing its heat. The man set his gaze on Fili and began to come near him. The
dwarf made to stand as he neared but found that he couldn’t move. Phantom
restraints kept him in place as his captor crouched before him and lifted one
large hand toward the young prince’s face. The dark haired man brushed the hair
away from the subdual mark he had placed beneath his ear and stroked it. “I
gave her something that I plan to give you soon. The magic of a dragon’s bite
has not graced any being in centuries,” the man said. “D-dragon’s bite?” Fili
stuttered in disbelief. “There is only one dragon and he-“
“Is me,” the man interrupted. “And there is not only one dragon, there are
quite a few of us.” Suddenly the dragon stood and began to walk back to toward
his injured captive, leaving the dwarf confused and unbitten. “Sigrid will
live,” the prince was told, “a bit changed perhaps, but alive nonetheless.”
Fili hated riddles and told his captor so. The beast chuckled, as did Azog.
Sigrid let out a cry of pain and Fili attempted again to move toward her, his
body still pinned by an unknown force. “What’s wrong, what are you doing to
her?” the prince demanded.
The dragon smiled, that alone scared him, before reaching Sigrid. He knelt at
her side and stroked her damp hair, still smiling somewhat fondly at her. “Her
body is changing,” Smaug finally replied. “The change is preparing her body to
carry my offspring.” Fili was stunned; what did he mean offspring? Surely, he
could not mean to impregnate her? Sigrid, he knew, would never agree to that
and he informed the dragon so. “Oh, she won’t have a choice,” the firedrake
purred, “and neither will you for that matter.” The prince’s heart tightened in
his chest. This monster planned to violate this girl against her will. This was
madness! “You’re going to help me,” he heard through the fog of his shock. “I
will not!” he spat.
Smaug’s ever-present smirk became a feral grin. “Oh, but you will,” he replied.
“You will help me whether you want to or not. See, names are one of the most
powerful weapons to a dragon. Because your foolish uncle gave me your name, I
can make you do anything I wish should the mood strike me. So I care not for
your say in the matter because, in truth, you have none.” Smaug smirked again
as he stood and left the room, Azog never far behind. The white warg stayed
where it was, sharing its warmth with the trembling girl nearly buried in furs.
Once the heavy door was closed and the sound of the lock echoed through the
room, Fili felt his limbs free and he sat up cautiously, wary of the large
warg. He rose slowly, hands forward as he stepped forth to show the warg he
meant Sigrid no harm. The white beast allowed him to approach, eyeing him
warily as it curled in further toward its charge.
He knelt by the young girl and brushed sweaty curls from her face as he
whispered her name. “Sigrid? Are you alright? How do feel?” he asked. It was a
few moments before she answered through clenched teeth. “It’s burning,” she
whimpered, “like a fire blazing beneath my skin. It hurts so much; I can’t
focus.” Fili’s brow furrowed, worried; he had no idea how to help her. He was
not skilled in the arts of healing like Oin. Even if he was, there was nothing
around to make medicines and he doubted anyone alive would have been able to
teach him about dragon bites. “It will pass eventually,” Fili whispered,
unknowing of what else to tell her. “And when it does you’ll be alright. You’ll
be stronger.
“We’ll get out of here someday and when we do we will find a way to defeat this
monster, I give my word on that. You will make it out of this place alive; I
give you my word as one of the sons of Durin.” He looked down and saw that she
had begun to cry. “What does he want?” she sobbed. His body moved before he
realized what commanded it to and he pulled her into his arms, lying next to
her as comfort. The prince was unsure if he should tell her the truth of
Smaug’s terrible plans for her or if he should lie. Knowing that it was his
uncle who had put her in this situation in the first place ate at something
inside him. Guilt and shame flooded through him at the thought of his
traitorous uncle. Anger overtook both emotions quickly. His grip tightened
around Sigrid’s shoulders and her hands fisted in the fabric of his tunic.
“I will tell you when you wake,” he finally said. “You need to rest for now.
You’ll need to have a clear mind for what I’m going to tell you and right now
your head is too clouded for it. I’ll watch over you, don’t worry for now.
Sleep.” Fili didn’t know if she truly felt safe or if it was a result of her
absolute exhaustion, but she nodded in place of a reply and gripped his tunic
tighter as she curled closer to him. The great warg shifted closer to them and
almost completely encircled them with her long body. It didn’t take long for
the bargeman’s daughter to lose consciousness and for that, Fili was grateful.
It was going to be a long night as he had yet to come up with how he was going
to inform her of the dragon’s plans. The warmth around him and exhaustion from
the brief, terror filled time with Smaug quickly overwhelmed him and he too
fell into a deep and troubled slumber.
He had no idea that that was what Smaug had been outside that door waiting for.
Neither heard the heavy door open again.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry about the wait comrades. I was preparing for, then moving into,
     and starting classes in college. For the reviewers who worry for the
     survival of Fili and Sigrid, do not fret. I have no plans to kill
     either of them. Also does anyone know how to insert a picture/art in
     with the text? Reviews are love and really make my day so please do
     so, even if it just says "wow". Also I don't own anything and any
     mistakes made are mine because I'm a human who makes those frequently
     and I have no beta.
End Notes
     Please be nice. Getting back into the groove of things. Review
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