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On the Day the Mountain Burned

Apparently my current goal in life is to rip your hearts out painfully.

Title: On the Day the Mountain Burned
Section 1: Dwalin
Pairings: None
Rating/Warnings: Angst
Word Count: 172
Disclaimer: If I owned the hobbit, it would be even sadder.
Summary: None of Thorin's companions will ever forget the day the dragon came.

When the alarm bells started ringing, Dwalin ran to bolster the gates of Erebor. He stood shoulder to shoulder with dwarves that he’d fought beside for decades, the strongest warriors who could be found within the Lonely Mountain’s guard. They were the strongest but Smaug tore through their ranks like cheap iron anyway.

The dragon burst through the gates with a noise like thunder, a few swipes of his claws scattering the dwarves out of his path. Smaug was a force of nature and no one could stand against him, they could only run for cover as fire poured across the floor.

Dwalin tried to give his warriors courage. The dwarf rallied those around him and charged forward to attack, but even his great axe just bounced off crimson scales. He made a single useless strike before Smaug’s tail slammed into his stomach and sent him flying hard into the wall. Dwalin lay there dazed while the wyrm ransacked his homeland and of those who had fought with him, only ten survived.

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