#Smaug i am king under the mountain full

For quite by chance, and the will of a wizard, fate decided I would become part of this tale. Old Bilbo: That, my dear Frodo, is where I come in. And he never forgave, and he never forgot. But always, he remembered the mountain smoke beneath the moon, the trees like torches blazing bright, where he had seen dragon fire in the sky, and a city turn to ash. The young dwarf prince took work where he could find it, laboring in the villages of men. Old Bilbo: Robbed of their homeland, the dwarves of Erebor wandered the wilderness. And where sickness thrives bad things will follow. Old Bilbo: Thror’s love of gold had grown too fierce. Slowly the days turned sour, and the watchful nights closed in. But the years of peace and plenty were not to last. He took it as a sign, a sign that his right to rule was divine. The heart of the mountain, the Arkenstone. Ever they delved deeper down into the dark, and that is where they found it. Fashioning objects of great beauty, out of diamond, emerald, ruby and sapphire. Its wealth lay in the earth, in precious gems hewn from rock, and in great seams of gold running like rivers through stone. Built deep within the mountain itself, the beauty of this fortress city was legend. Thror ruled with utter surety, never doubting his house would endure, for his line lay secure in the lives of his son and grandson. Stronghold of Thror, king under the mountain. For this city lay before the doors of the greatest kingdom in Middle-Earth, Erebor.

#Smaug i am king under the mountain full

Its markets known far and wide, full of the bounties of vine and vale, peaceful and prosperous.

The like of which you will not find in the world today. Old Bilbo: It began long ago in a land far away to the East.

I think it is time for you to know what really happened. And while I can honestly say I have told you the truth, I may not have told you all of it. Old Bilbo: My dear Frodo, you asked me once if I had told you everything there was to know about my adventures.