This is the first part of a request for Azureman136, who has kindly given me some wonderful ideas to try and bring to life. And in particular, a crossover between The Hobbit and Game of Thrones, which I will be writing as a separate book. But, until then, I hope that you all enjoy this.

(Y/n) watched as the last light of Durin's day hit the Lonely Mountain. A little hobbit desperately searching for the key that a dwarf king had thrown away in despair. It didn't matter how many times she had watched the scenes. The look on the dwarf's face, always made her heart break a little. She knew it was probably ridiculous. That it was stupid to feel so strongly for characters that were just actors playing a role. But she had grown up with Middle-earth as a big part of her life. The Hobbit, then Lord of the Rings, being two of the books that her mother would read to her every night before she went to bed. As she had grown, (Y/n) had read the two books over and over again. If she had ever had a bad day she would retreat to her room, wrap her duvet around herself, and drift off into another world. All the troubles of the real world disappearing, as she immersed herself in Tolkien's creation.

She had loved the hobbits since she could remember. The antics of Merry and Pippin in particular always making her smile. Laughing at the thought of the dwarven company causing havoc in Rivendell. And at the interactions between Legolas and Gimli.

Her heart breaking every time she had read of the death of the Durin's. The thought of Thorin never being able to see Erebor once again filled with his people, saddening her to the core. Tears streaming down her face as she had read of the demise of Boromir as he had tried to protect the hobbits.

But, out of all the characters that she loved, for some reason she had always loved the fire drake of the Third Age, the most. The mighty dragon himself. Smaug.

She didn't know why. He was the bad "guy" after all. He had burnt Dale and captured the Lonely Mountain. Driving away the surviving dwarves from their home, so that he could sit atop the vast wealth that had been amassed by them. Yet maybe it was because he was the last of the great dragons of Middle earth. Maybe it was because she had always loved the idea of the huge fire breathing beasts. But no matter what the truth was, the great winged creature had always held a special place in her heart. And when her favourite books had been brought to life, she had come to love the dragon all the more.

"What is it with you and these movies? I mean I know they are good, but I swear that you have seen this one about a hundred times." Chloe chuckled, as she leant on the back of the sofa next to (Y/n). (Y/n) gripping at the pillow in her hands, as Smaug broke out from the confines of the Lonely Mountain and made his way to Lake Town.

"I mean, personally I prefer Bard. But I think you have a thing for that dragon." Chloe continued. Laughing out loud as (Y/n) paused the movie and turned to look at her house mate.

"Firstly, I will have you know that I have seen all the movies more than once, and its nowhere near a hundred times. Secondly, I don't just watch the Hobbit, I watch Lord of the Rings too. And thirdly, when you know that the voice of Smaug is Benedict Cumberbatch, what's not to love? Have you seen him do the motion capture for it? Its brilliant." (Y/n) replied. Chuckling at the idea of watching the actor crawl along the floor, with dots all over his face.

"Now, if you don't mind. I have a dragon to watch burn down a town." (Y/n) added as she turned back to look at the large TV on the other side of the room.

"I swear that we are going to have to broaden your horizons, (Y/n). Dwarves, elves, wizards, and dragons are ok, but if you start going to those Comic-cons dressed as a hobbit, I'm going to think that you've finally lost the plot." Chloe told her, as she came to sit by (Y/n)'s side. (Y/n) reluctantly stopping the movie once again.

"My horizons are broad enough thank you. And if I was going to dress up, it would be as an elf, so there." (Y/n) replied. Ignoring Chloe as she rolled her eyes at the idea of her friend walking around with pointy ears and a long white wig.

"And anyway, can you think of a better way to spend an evening, than being with a company of dwarves, and a hobbit? I mean it's not like the Durin's aren't easy on the eyes. And like you say. I certainly wouldn't kick Bard out of bed." (Y/n) giggled, as she paused the movie on a part where the screen was filled with an image of the bowman.

"Boy. Do we have to find you a boyfriend, (Y/n)! You do know, no matter how many times you watch this movie, that dragon is always gonna die, don't you? Bard is always gonna get him with the Black Arrow, and he is always going to plummet into the water. There is nothing you can do about it. Anyway, I'm off to bed. Some of us have work to do tomorrow." Chloe replied, as she got to her feet. Hoping that she could encourage her friend do the same, instead of doing what she would normally do, and follow up The Desolation of Smaug with the Battle of the Five Armies.

"I will have you know that I do have some work to do tomorrow. But that is the benefit of being a freelance writer. You have lots of down time to do things you love. And one of the things that I love, are these movies. Now bugger off. Like I said, I have a dragon that is about to burn down a town. Then, if I can keep my eyes open, I am going to watch five army's clash. And try and not to cry when three dwarves die." (Y/n) replied. Throwing the pillow at her friend's back as she walked away. Chloe shaking her head as she realised that (Y/n) had no intention of going to bed, until a certain little hobbit returned to Bag End and began to write 'There and Back Again'.

"Ok, Smaug. Let's see you do your worst." (Y/n) chuckled as she hit play. The golden red dragon breathing fire, as he mocked and sneered at Bard and Bain. The great beast turning Lake Town to ash.

Sitting back on the sofa. (Y/n) brought the blanket around her shoulders. Doing her best to keep her eyes open, so that she was able to see the movie through to its conclusion. To see that despite the beast death, Thorin would still falls under the influence of the dragon sickness.

"Come on (Y/n). Only a few more hours, then we can go to bed." (Y/n) told herself as she tried to hold back a yawn. Her head resting on the pillow behind her.

"Come on.................." (Y/n) repeated. Her voice drifting off, as her eyes began to close. A feeling of desperately needing to sleep taking over her, as she heard the last roars of the fatally wounded dragon, before everything went black.

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(Y/n) moved. Groaning as she tried to turn over. The last thing she could remember was closing her eyes as she sat on the sofa in the lounge. Hearing Smaug roar as the Black Arrow found its target. But what she couldn't remember was the sofa ever being this cold or uncomfortable.

With another movement, small hard object began to fall over her head. (Y/n) sitting bolt upright. Her eyes flying open as she looked around to see if Chloe was playing some strange prank on her. But instead of the usual lounge room. Instead of the usual sofa, and her blanket. The usual smell of coffee and toast as Chloe prepared for work. (Y/n) was greeted by an image that she had only ever seen in her mind. An image that she had only seen thanks to CGI. Surrounding her was a vast expanse. A huge room filled to bursting with gold and jewels. With gemstones, silver, and pearls. A trove of unimaginable wealth.

(Y/n) rubbed her eyes, hoping that she was still dreaming. Hoping that at any moment she would wake up and find herself in her own bed. Yet every time she tried to snap herself from her dream, the image that surrounded her stayed. The glint of gold making it quite obvious that she wasn't in Kansas anymore, Toto.

Slowly trying to get to her feet, (Y/n) found herself slipping further down the mountain of gold. The coins making any attempt to stop herself from sliding, impossible.

"Ok, (Y/n). Get a grip. You must be hallucinating or something. Maybe its just lack of sleep. Maybe I haven't been eating properly." (Y/n) tried to reason, as she came to a stop on a surface that didn't feel as though it was going to fall away from under her.

"Maybe Chloe was right. Maybe I have watched this movie too many times." (Y/n) continued, as she looked around. Not knowing what to think as the vast hall of gold seemed to disappear into the distance.

"Right. This has to be a dream. And if it is a dream, I suppose that I may as well try and enjoy it until I wake up. Its not everyday a girl gets to see Erebor. Maybe I'm just in time to meet a hobbit." (Y/n) chuckled, deciding that if this was some kind of lucid dream, then she must be perfectly safe.

Getting to her feet she looked for a path. Something that would lead her to other parts of the Lonely Mountain. But as she did, (Y/n) failed to notice a huge eye that had opened. A huge eye that was looking straight at her.