Prologue - Smaug Has Come

The coming of a dragon is like a great roar of thunder, and a tempest of fire and their wings are like steel. Long ago, it came, killing and stealing, driving the Dwarves far away with nought but the clothes on their backs. Great halls and riches for the Dwarves no more, only misery and treachery.
Far to the West, they went. Thorin, the heir to the lost throne of Erebor, lost everything when the dragon came. Everything except the one thing he will find out he cannot live without. His One. Great love, there will be between them, love to surpass war and hunger and grief. But a love which is forbidden.