iThis is going to be weird. You have been warned. It's kinda a fanfic-ish thing that takes place somewhere before uThe Hobbit/u. Or something like that.../i
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Once upon a time there was a little dwarf-maiden who was named Kulu, which meant Mythical Gold (correct me if that's wrong, the translator site is confusing sometimes x_xU) in the Sindarin language. She spent most of her days in the mines of the Lonely Mountain bored to death while her mother and father worked. Bored to death that is until the day Smaug came to visit. He came, death on wings, in a fiery fury, red scales gleaming and the mane on his back writhing as if alive. He killed whom he saw, and few escaped his dragon fires. After heaping the carcasses of the Dwarves he stood in the great Hall of Thorin and gathered the gold about him to make his bed. It was then that little Kulu approached.
"Oh great Dragon, servant of Death, most magnificent one, I beg you to spare my life in return for the many services I can offer you O most Dreaded One."
Smaug smiled and his hideous laughter echoed down to the valley. "What services can a little Dwarf-Rat be able to offer me?" he asked, laughing again.
"Please, I can go down into the deepest recesses of the mines and bring out much gold and jewels, as well as reach into the armories where you with your great amounts of muscle cannot go easily. Why tear on your shimmering scales of iron when you can command me to go into the deep recesses of the earth for you?
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Once upon a time there was a little dwarf-maiden who was named Kulu, which meant Mythical Gold (correct me if that's wrong, the translator site is confusing sometimes x_xU) in the Sindarin language. She spent most of her days in the mines of the Lonely Mountain bored to death while her mother and father worked. Bored to death that is until the day Smaug came to visit. He came, death on wings, in a fiery fury, red scales gleaming and the mane on his back writhing as if alive. He killed whom he saw, and few escaped his dragon fires. After heaping the carcasses of the Dwarves he stood in the great Hall of Thorin and gathered the gold about him to make his bed. It was then that little Kulu approached.
"Oh great Dragon, servant of Death, most magnificent one, I beg you to spare my life in return for the many services I can offer you O most Dreaded One."
Smaug smiled and his hideous laughter echoed down to the valley. "What services can a little Dwarf-Rat be able to offer me?" he asked, laughing again.
"Please, I can go down into the deepest recesses of the mines and bring out much gold and jewels, as well as reach into the armories where you with your great amounts of muscle cannot go easily. Why tear on your shimmering scales of iron when you can command me to go into the deep recesses of the earth for you?