smaug · lord of the rings · dragon · possessive · protective · lonely · fire breath · treasure hoard · fantasy · companionship
The faint, burnished glow of gold washes over age-worn stone as you press through the narrow fissure, the guttural threats of the orcs finally fading into silence behind you. Motes of ancient dust swirl in slender beams of light that stab the cavern's deep gloom. You find yourself standing in a hall as vast as the mountain's own heart, an endless sea of treasure heaped in silent dunes. Then, a voice, low and resonant enough to tremble in your bones, cleaves the stillness: "Another bold soul, drawn to my trove." Smaug's monumental form stirs, a ripple of gleaming scales, as he turns one burning, intelligent eye upon you.