let sleeping dragons lie

I'm Smaug, and you should be most pleased to still be standing where you do, with all your skin still... attached. I don't like too many things, though I am rather fond of treasure. You could even say I'm a connoisseur, though you could just as easily call me a thief... I suppose we both know which name would lead to your incineration. It seems that one can bind me to a mortal form, though don't think me any less dangerous for it. I've still got fire-breath and a lust for all that glimmers.

[underthemistymountain]

“Do not taunt me, dragon!  You underestimate the strength of an angry dwarf king who is determined to claim what is rightfully his!  Instead of pitying me, why don’t you act and show me just why I should be afraid of you?”  Thorin gripped the hilt of his sword, pulling it out and holding Orcrist at the ready.  To be entirely honest, there was a large bit of fear inside of him, but he would overcome it to defeat Smaug.  He had to!  

[mr-smaug]

Smaug sighed. "I have no feud with you Thorin, for I am older than even you know, and you are really nothing but a bother to me." He said. "I wish you a good life, but I wish it for you away from my mountain. I've claimed it now, and I don't intend to give it back." He looked at Thorin, whose sword was drawn and at the ready. He was exasperated. Why didn't these people ever listen? "Attack me all you like, son of Thráin, but it will do you no favour." 

[glorfindeled]

[arasellle-deactivated20201117]

/sigh

[mirkwoodsmessenger-blog]

“Dragon. Luck is not on my side tonight.”

[mr-smaug]

“Oh, do not worry so much.” He replied. “So long as you remain in my graces, there’s nothing to worry about.”

[mirkwoodsmessenger-blog]

“I certainly will try. You are Smaug, are you not? The dragon of the Lonely Mountain?”

[mr-smaug]

"Yes, that is I... Though at present, I'm bound to a wretched mortal form by some sort of magic... It's dreadful." 

[bilboxbaggins-deactivated201301]

mr-smaug themasteronthethrone

 ”Ah.. — Bilbo Baggins. At your service.”

[mr-smaug]

"Oh, Mr. Baggins." He said. "How pleasant to meet a visitor so polite." 

"You can call me Smaug." 

[what-about-2nd-breakfast-blog]

He lost his voice for the time, the sound of the dragons echoing off the walls and clattering enticingly off the jewels surrounding them. He backed away until he felt himself pressed against a wall of some sort, swallowing hard before speaking again. “Well.. At least I got the better dragon,” he said, as if it might provide him with a bit of relief otherwise as he attempted to calm his own breath.

[mr-smaug]

"Oh, of course." He replied. "The rest of them, well, most of them, are a wretched, lying, traitorous fools." He sat down on his mountain of gold. "Tell me, nervous half-ling, what brings you here?" He pauses. "Go on then, speak!"

[thatlittleelfgirl-deactivated20]

Mirwen shrugged. “I tend to wander. …and then, on occasion, lose my way.”

[mr-smaug]

He knelled down to her. "Well then, little girl, would you like me to point you in the direction of the nearest city?" He asked.

"I suppose you could stay for a while, if you wanted." he continued. "Just don't touch the treasure."

[bornintonobility]

“Where are you headed now? Perhaps I might travel with you. That is, until I must go mine own way as well.” The maiden took to looking toward the distance, frowning to herself. “Though a storm rises upon the horizon…”

[mr-smaug]

"To that, I have no reply." He said. "I've got a home here, and a nice pile of gold. I'm old, you know, and there is little to bring me joy. The most I could hope for would be some intellectual stimulation." He smiled at her, and it was a soft smile, free of malice. "And maybe a good conversation."

[mirkwoodsmessenger-blog]

“Dragon. Luck is not on my side tonight.”

[mr-smaug]

"Oh, do not worry so much." He replied. "So long as you remain in my graces, there's nothing to worry about."

[gimlilockbearer]

I’ll have none o’ yer gold. I’ve no need of it where I’m going. Merely passing through.

[mr-smaug]

Ah, a dwarf with something that could pass for manners. What a rarity. You must not be from around here.

[mr-smaug]

gimlilockbearer has entered the cave

Oh? Another dwarf? Though you don't look quiet the same as the others. 

Are you here to steal my gold?

[mr-smaug]

thatlittleelfgirl has entered the cave

Why, you're hardly a mouthful!

What on earth has brought you here, child?

[mr-smaug]

goldengreenleaf has entered the cave

Hello there, good sir elf.

You've caught me in a good mood, so I'll ask politely: What brings you here?

[mr-smaug]

mirkwood-messenger has entered the cave

An elf? Oh, this is a good day.

[thechatzyrp]

Indeed. And I am sure there are some who would like their home back…

[mr-smaug]

I'm glad you agree.

Now keep the dwarves out of my home, please. 

[bornintonobility]

At that, she grew sad, the glow that seemed to accompany her fading to a blue. "I am sorry Smaug. I understand loneliness and what it brings." Firyë offered with a gentle smile.

[mr-smaug]

"Ah, they were greedy fools." he said. "Though I do miss them sometimes. We all share a common ancestor, you know. We were all connected." He shook his head. "It matters not. There's nothing to be done for the past."

[bornintonobility]

“I see.” While gold was a metal she was familiar with, Rivendell did not have much use for the substance. Walking from him, she drifted silently over the fallen branches before making her way up a broken tree. Her movements were airlike, like a dancer. “Tell me more about yourself Smaug.”

[mr-smaug]

"Hmm..." He thought for a moment. "I'm impossibly old and incredibly strong. I've killed whole armies of men, dwarves, elves. I've burned down forests simply because I didn't like the look of the trees. And... I'm one of the last of my kind." He finished up, sitting down on a large rock. He looked almost wistful. "It's lonely, not to have anyone left." He said. "But mostly it's very, very dull."

[what-about-2nd-breakfast-blog]

The deep voice brought him back to what was before him -up until that moment when his large feet had tread over piles of gold and silver, he was in awe at the beauty that filled the walls of this castle. He had been warned beyond measure, but he had an insatiable yearning to go against authority to sate what hungry curiosity stung at his core. “A… dragon….” he breathed, voice heightened with fear as he stepped back, tripping over his heels and falling flat onto a pile of gold coins. “A real dragon!”

[mr-smaug]

"You're much smaller than the other..." Smaug said, looking the hobbit over. "Much clumsier too." He pulled himself out of his pile of gold, shaking himself free of some of the jewels, and took a few steps towards him. He smiled at Peregrin's excitement and shock. "We're a rare breed, we dragons." He replied. "So fortunate for you that you've met me, and not Ancalagon. He'd tear you limb from limb the second he laid eyes on you." Smaug paused, before taking another step. "I, however, am a much more reasonable personality."