“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!
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."















