Hoard
The remaining cowards still ran for cover as I settled on the peak of the mountain, my hunger satiated by the dozens of men and dwarves I had devoured. Suddenly I stretched my wings and beat the air savagely with my great tail. I had been sure to memorize where it was that the stone-loving spawn of Aulë had fled from the mountain when I first arrived. I alighted at the great entrance-way and, with a bellow of triumph, I squeezed between the rock pillars. Hall after hall stretched before me and slowly I paced along it, like an exiled king returning to his palace of wealth. Finally I found myself in a great chamber and again I exhaled, fire and smoke flaring from my nostrils as I beheld the sight: piles of gems, gold, mithril, and precious ores filled the room, covering every inch of the floor. Indeed I was a king, and here was my throne.
A/N: I dunno, is the ending too abrupt?