Blood smeared his palms and stained his rich garments, but the faded remnants of Erabor no longer mattered.
Smaug's wing smashed downwards upon heads of gold and raven, yet at the last moment they were yanked from their demise by the one who had protected them since childhood.
Blood stained his hands and Throin held his nephews close, daggers of blue ice shearing into Smaug's soul as he stood against the worm that had nearly slain his greatest treasure.