"Things aren't always what they appear to be, the closer you look... the less you'll actually see." -Jesse Eisenberg, Now You See Me
The air felt cold... not in the sense that winter was still with us... but, as if a great tragedy had befallen Lake Towns icy ally ways. It was the kind that could chill your bones and strike fear into the hearts of the bravest warriors. It was, even without knowing the horrors in which just took place, a sad and frigid winter.
The men that stood around me did not cheer, they did not raise glasses to celebrate their newly found victory. We all just stood, dumbfounded by the sequences in which had just taken place. In front of us lay a wounded monstrosity. The beast in which has just leveled Lake town.
"Is he... Is he dead?" I whisper softly.
"It seems to be that way, Master Baggins..." Thorin's voice had no tone... No sadness... No relief... nothing but bitter, undecipherable, emotion.
The beast before me no longer seemed dangerous... He seemed fragile and microscopic... He seemed to be growing smaller... To this debacle I had nothing to say... to think ... and especially to feel.
"Now who's king under the mountain, beast." Thorin spoke triumphantly. He kicked Smaug in his colossal forepaw. Smaug gnarled in pain.
"You stupid Dwarf!" He bellowed, his voice echoing off the surrounding mountains. He snarled, a weak, unhealthy sounding snarl.
It seemed that my eyes were playing tricks on my mind... It looked as though.. Smaug was growing smaller... As the minutes passed on, silence befalling the valley.. Smaug grew smaller and smaller. He was also obtaining... Human features... As we all stood in awe around the now average size beast.. he was no longer a dragon... but ... I could've sworn he was... human.