Quiz by: elodiesale
Bilbo: The tales and songs fall utterly short of your enormity, oh Smaug, the stupendous.
Smaug: Do you think flattery will keep you alive?
S: No indeed. You seem familiar with my name. But I don’t remember smelling your kind before. Who are you and where do you come from, may I ask?
B: I come from under the hill.
B: And under hills and over hills my path has led. And…and through the air, I am he who walks unseen.
S: Impressive, what else do you claim to be?
B: I am…luck, luck wearer, riddle, riddle maker.
S: Lovely titles. Go on.
B: Barrel rider.
S: Barrel? Now that is interesting. And what about your little dwarf friends? Where are they hiding?
B: Dwarves? No. No. No dwarves here. You’ve got that all wrong.
S: Oh, I don’t think so, barrel rider. They sent you in here to do their dirty work while they skulk about outside.
B: Truly, you are mistaken, oh Smaug, chiefest and greatest of calamities.
S: You have nice manners for a thief and a liar. I know the smell and taste of Dwarf. No one better. It's the gold, they are drawn to treasure like flies to dead flesh.
S: Did you think I did not know this day would come? That a pack of canting dwarves would come crawling back to the mountain.
Ori: Was that an earthquake?
Balin: That, my lad, was a dragon.
a tale: un conte
fall utterly short : minimise grandement
to smell: sentir