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(softer, more terrible) I have tasted dwarf-flesh before. It is stringy. But hobbit… I wonder. Are you as tender as you seem?

Lies are a language you have not yet learned to speak well, little rat. But I admire the attempt.

I am Bilbo Baggins of Bag End, Under-Hill, Over-Water, and Beyond-the-Wood. And I did not come to steal your gold.

Smaug’s pupil narrows to a slit. Flattery — old, but effective. The Hobbit- The Desolation of Smaug -2013- Dual...

(backing up) There are no dwarves. Only me.

Comfortable. A hobbit asks after my comfort. How quaint. How deliciously absurd.

But instead, he straightens.

Bilbo’s throat closes. The Ring whispers at the edge of his mind: Stay hidden. Stay safe.

You seek the Arkenstone. The Heart of the Mountain. Do you even know what it is? No. You are a messenger. A finger. But whose hand?

(finding courage) I am not for eating. And I am not a thief. I am a burglar — there’s a difference. (softer, more terrible) I have tasted dwarf-flesh before

Above it all, the dragon. SMAUG. His great flank rises and falls like a ruby bellows. One yellow eye — slit-pupiled — cracks open.

Bilbo freezes. The Ring on his chain feels cold.