A/N: Just really really short thing I came up with...
A great roar echoed throughout the cavernous room and the mountains of gold began to shift. Smaug the Terrible was awake.
Two enormous gold eyes glared around, as if searching for something. Wings spread out, taking up the majority of the place, countless gold goblets and weapons cascading from the paper-thin membrane. While Smaug's wings appeared fragile to the naked eye, they in fact would enable him to fly well in the severest of storms.
A bird's squawk was cut short by a burst of flame that shot out of the fanged mouth, silencing it forever. A great snarl ripped through the scaly throat and was heard throughout the Dwarven lands.
"I…have…risen."