Smaug shifted restlessly as the sharp edge of a golden goblet pressed
into his side. The discomfort roused him from dreams of
gold, jewels and treasure, and he opened a bleary eye, surveying his
hoard with avaricious pride. Gems glittered brightly; sapphires
shone with inner light. Cups of gold and silver dotted the mound
– slightly dented where he had lain on them, but what did that matter?
Satisfied that all was well, he rearranged himself more comfortably on
the pile of treasure, and settled back to sleep. It was his, all
his, and no-one would dare take it from him.