"Did you dream this time?" Dreams were a fickle thing for Smaug. The years he lived had worn away his ability to dream for each season that passed the more of an animal he became. Instead of dreams he had passing images of needs: hunger, destruction, fire, images that didn't fit within the definition of dreams. Nuzzling tenderly into a warm palm Smaug smiled slightly then nodded to Bilbo. "I did. I dreamed of you." Normally Bilbo would tease Smaug for becoming soft yet he didn't speak this time.
/PROMPTLY BURSTS INTO TEARS. This is really beautiful. WHY AREN’T YOU SAYING ANYTHING, BILBO.