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“Bene,” rumbled the voice, low as an avalanche. “Un ladro. O forse… un regalo avvolto nel silenzio?”

Below, Smaug spread his wings. The great gates of Erebor exploded outward. Laketown’s lookouts saw a second dawn rise over the mountain—a red, hungry light.

Down he crept, through galleries piled with coins and cups, emeralds the size of fists, and suits of armor crushed like tin. And there, at the heart of it all, lay the dragon. lo.hobbit 2 la desolazione.di.smaug ita

Fine della prima parte.

“The treasure is still there,” Bilbo coughed. “But so is he. And he’s not happy.” “Bene,” rumbled the voice, low as an avalanche

That same night, thirteen dwarves and one halfling slipped through the hidden door on the mountainside. Bilbo Baggins, a hobbit of the Contea, felt the heat before he saw the glow. His hand trembled on the hilt of a small elvish blade— Pungolo , it was named, for it glowed blue when Orcs were near. Now it remained dim. But something worse than Orcs waited below.

Bilbo froze. The Ring’s power hid him from sight, but not from smell, nor from the ancient cunning of a wyrm. The great gates of Erebor exploded outward

Smaug the Magnificent. Il Terribile . His scales were old rubies and rust, his belly pale as a drowned moon, studded with jewels that had melted into his flesh over centuries. One eye—a slit of molten amber—opened.