El Hobbit 2- La Desolacion De Smaug -

Bilbo ran—not for treasure, not for Thorin, not even for the dwarves—but because in that moment, he understood the true desolation.

The dragon lay half-buried in gold, one yellow eye cracked open, the pupil a vertical slit of ancient malice. When Bilbo stepped on a coin—just one—the sound echoed like a scream.

That night, they entered the hidden passage. The darkness was not empty. It had teeth. Bilbo felt them scraping against the walls of his mind as he crept alone down the tunnel, the ring now on his finger, the world turned to grey shadow.

The mountain groaned. Deep beneath, something old and nameless stirred in answer. El Hobbit 2- La desolacion de Smaug

And then Smaug laughed—a low, grinding sound that made the mountain tremble.

But the worst came after. As Bilbo fled, the dragon rose, his belly glowing furnace-bright, and whispered something Bilbo would never forget:

Bilbo stopped. His blood turned to ice water. Bilbo ran—not for treasure, not for Thorin, not

“What do you mean?” he breathed.

It was not Smaug’s fire that would destroy them.

Smaug’s great head lowered, and for a moment—just a moment—Bilbo saw not a monster, but a prisoner. That night, they entered the hidden passage

Smaug did not sleep. That was the first terror.

Bilbo tried to speak, but his throat was full of ash.