"The King under the Mountian is [i]dead[/i]!" ranted Smaug as he stormed around the hall, knocking over pillars and sending coins and other treasure showering down everywhere. "I took his throne, and I ate his people, like a wolf among sheep! I kill where I wish, and when I wish! My armour, is iron!" he swooped low over the hobbit's hiding place, alighting on the far side of the hall. "[i]No blade can pierce me![/i]" the dragon boasted, his eyes glowing with an angry light.

Bane looked out of the window towards the mountain in the distance. "It's coming from the mountain!"
"The dragon..." Mel murmured quietly, her face grave. Sigrid looked worried.
"You should leave us." Fili said urgently to Bard. "Take your children and get out of here!"
"And go where?!" the Lakeman asked the dwarf, a hint of anger in his voice. "There is nowhere else for us to go!"
"Are we going to die, Da?" Tilda asked, the young girl looking very frightened. "The dragon, it's going to kill us!"