Hmm. I disagree with Rateliff on at least one point. To wit:Smaug's voice wrote:Not sure if this has been posted already.
John Rateliff's take on it...
http://sacnoths.blogspot.co.uk/2013/12/ ... s.html?m=1
Well thief I smell you I feel your air I hear your breath Come you O Smaug the I did not come I to see if you were as great as tales say I did not believe them Do you now flattered Truly songs and tales fall utterly short of O Smaug the Chiefest and Greatest of Calamities You have nice manners for a thief and a liar You seem familiar with my name but I don’t remember smelling before Who are you and where do you come from may I ask I come from under the hill and under hills and over hills my paths led And through the air I am he walks unseen Lovely titles I am Luckwearer Barrel-rider some scheme those miserable tub-trading Lake-men Barrel-rider Barrel dwarves Dwarves Don’t I know the smell and taste of dwarf no one better friends Nothing they skulking outside to do work A share Revenge unassessably wealthy Revenge Revenge The King under the Mountain is dead I eaten his people like a wolf among sheep I kill where I wish I laid low warriors of old I am Thief in the Shadows My armour is my teeth are swords, my claws spears my wings a hurricane death iron No blade can pierce me Truly Your Magnificence you came King under the Mountain
Or if you prefer:
Well thief I smell you I hear your breath I feel your air Come thief in the shadows I did not come you O Smaug the unassessably wealthy I to your magnificence see if you as great as tales say I did not believe them do you now Truly tales and songs fall utterly short of O Smaug the flattery You seem familiar with my name but I don't remember smelling before Who are you and where did you come from may I ask I come from under the hill And under hills and over hills my path led and through the air I am he who walks unseen I am luck-wearer Lovely titles Barrel-rider Barrel dwarf friends dwarves to do work they skulk outside Truly O Smaug Chiefest and Greatest of Calamities You have nice manners for a thief and a liar I know the smell and taste of dwarf no one better The king under the mountain is dead I ate his people like a wolf among sheep I kill where I wish My armour is iron No blade can pierce me Don't nothing My teeth are swords my claws spears my wings a hurricane Barrel-rider You come some scheme those miserable tub-trading Lake-men I laid low warriors of old king under the mountain revenge Revenge Revenge I am death