Well, thief! I smell you and I feel your air.
I hear your breath. there is plenty and to spare!
I did not come for presents. I only to have a look.
To see if you were as great as tales say.
Songs and tales fall utterly , O Smaug the Chiefest of Calamities.
I am the clue finder, the web cutter, the stinging fly.
I was chosen for the lucky number.

I am he that buries his friends alive and drowns them and draws them alive again .
I am the friend of bears and the guest of eagles.
I am Ringwinner and Luckwearer, Barrelrider.
Gold was only an afterthought with us. We came over hill and under hill,
By wave and wind, for Revenge.

The King under the Mountain is dead and where are his kin?
Girion Lord of Dale is dead, and I have eaten his people like a wolf among sheep.
I kill where I wish and none dare resist.
I laid low the warriors of old. I was but young and now I am old and strong, strong, strong!
My armour is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords,
My claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt,
My wings a hurricane, and my breath death!

Old fool! Why, there is a large patch in the hollow of his
Left breast as bare as a snail out of its shell!

The dragon is coming or I am a fool! Cut the bridges! To arms! To arms!

They could see him as a spark of fire rushing towards them
And growing ever huger and more bright.
And not the most foolish doubted that the prophecies had gone wrong.
Every vessel in the town was filled with water, every warrior was armed,
Fire leaped from the dragon’s jaws.
Lighting all the lake; the trees by the shores shone like copper.
Set their town ablaze.

Black arrow I have saved you to the last. You have never failed me .
I had you from my father and he from of old. go now and speed well!

The black arrow sped for the hollow by the left breast .
In it smote and vanished, barb, shaft and feather, so fierce was its flight.
With a shriek that deafened men, felled trees and split stone,
Smaug shot spouting into the air, turned over and crashed
down from on high in ruin.
His last throes splintered it to sparks.
The lake roared in. A vast steam leaped up, white in the sudden dark under the moon.
There was a hiss, a gushing whirl, and then silence.
And that was the end of Smaug and Esgaroth.