Toria crept through the passage, holding the cattle tightly in her jaws. As she sat down, her tail disturbed a goblet, which disturbed a gem, which rolled down and crashed into a pile of gold, which crippled to the ground, echoing loudly.
She winced and looked at the large lump in the treasure. Toria sighed in relief and bent over to bite into the meat. A low rumble signified that even through all the ruckus, her former mentor can wake up at only the drop of a feather.
"What have you been up to?" Smaug grumbled, stretching form his nap. "I got us some food. Since somebody has to do it." Toria tossed a cow to the larger dragon.
"How long has it been since I fetched us food?" Smaug yawned with amusement. "About... 20 years." Toria rasped with purposed tiredness. "I'm getting old, Smaug." She rolled on her back and swung her foot at Smaug's wing.
He lifted his wing and slung it down on Toria's snout. "Just wait, 1,000 years. Then come and complain to me." He laughed. "I won't make it to 1,000 years if I stay cooped up here with a grouchy lizard like you." She retorted jokingly.
Smaug growled at her and leapt onto her stomach, holding her down. "So, who's a grouchy lizard? Because, I don't see one." He threatened playfully. "You are! You're a grouchy lizard!" Toria yowled with laughter and slipped out from under Smaug.
Both dragons lay on their backs in the gold, staring at the burnt ceiling of the throne room of Erebor. "Hey Smaug." Toria glanced over. "Hmm." He mumbled in reply. "What did you do before I got here? Other than nap, I mean." She asked.
Smaug's eyes filled with worry and thought. "I-erm... I collected gold." He answered. Toria chuckled. "Collect? Smaug, my friend, You're a hoarder." She teased.