#{the great queue}

The sun had risen hours before, stirring The Great Dragon with its rays. Intrigue and excitement had kept him from sleeping  deeply as he was quite driven to learn more about his this  strange land. Feeling the natural rhythmns of the land beneath him, Kilgharrah rose from his makeshift bed and ventured down to the nearby stream. He knelt down upon the rocks at the water’s edge and cupped his hands, dipping them into the water and  drawing them up to his mouth to refresh himself with the water as it entered his mouth and slid down his dry throat. He cupped his  hands and dipped them into the water once more, but this time he carried the water to his slumbering companion who had slept far deeper than he. A sly smile drifted across his lips as he stopped  at his side and let some water trickle down upon Smaug’s face, desiring to wake him. 

He had been a prisoner to a king for decades, waiting for freedom and vindication all that time. He was done waiting.  Besides, he could not resist temptation to play with Smaug this  morning...

“Wake yourself lokalaat,” he murmured, the sly smile did not cease, “I very much desire to see and learn about this homeland of yours... Not to mention see this Erebor you have told me much about.”

@mxrmoreal whispered a sweet nothing into Kilgharrah’s ear.

“Perfect?”The dragon questioned quietly wondering briefly, albeit for a split second, if his ears had betrayed him and warped Mirana’s words. The way she looked at him now reassured him that he had indeed heard her words correctly. Kilgharrah’s eyes glimmered and his stoic lips twisted into a genuine small smile as he dipped his head downwards in gratitude towards the queen.  

“I confess that I have never had that realisation. However, I am honoured that you think of me so highly Queen Mirana…” Kilgharrah was sincerely touched by her sweet words, evidenced in how his expression seemed to glow from his inner happiness. Yet, he could not help but wonder if she would regard him so highly if she knew how much emotional turmoil existed behind his composed facade; the past had not been kind to him, his mind and emotions did not emerge from it unscathed. His doubts did not succeed in sullying this touching moment as he stood before the White Queen as she bestowed him with the highest of praises, his small smile never ceased.

@smaugiiisms is arranged to be married to Kilgharrah - accepting.

“… are you Smaug?”It was a question to serve two purposes:to verbally tease Smaug, and to genuinely inquire about theother dragon’s near confession. No matter whether Smaug actually answered or not, a genuine smile still found its wayonto his lips as he dipped his head downwards, very touchedby Smaug’s willingness to be emotionally vulnerable with him in some sense.

The smile never ceased as he did not try to hide his happinessaround the other dragon. Not long ago he had believed that hewas the last, and now he was arranged to be married to anotherdragon who he already had a profound connection with; he could not ask for more. 

So he did remember after all. The Pendragon heir’s memory far surpassed the dragon’s expectations; he had learned long ago that the memories of mortals were horrifically fleeting things. He had no doubt that Uther tried his best to manipulate Arthur’s memory and make the boy doubt his senses, severing the rapport that the dragon and the prince had for those few years. When the prince had stopped coming to his prison, Kilgharrah knew that Uther had succeeded. 

The dragon was quite pleased, to say the least, that Arthur’s eyes had sparkled in recognition once the cryptic words had reached his ears. A small contented smile brushed across the disguised dragon’s lips. 

“And you were shorter the last time we spoke,” he mused in response at the memory of the small boy that had stumbled his way into the dragon’s cave all those years ago. “You need not concern yourself with my size difference Arthur Pendragon, as I can change it back quite easily.”