A burglar! Oakenshield hired a philosopher. Very well, Burglar. Tell me your true name, and I may let you leave with your skin.
(backing up) There are no dwarves. Only me.
You smell of oak and pipe-weed. And something else. Something green . Mirkwood, perhaps? Or the breath of dwarves. The Hobbit- The Desolation of Smaug -2013- Dual...
Smaug’s tail curls around the hall, cutting off any retreat.
Then watch closely, little Burglar. And tremble. A burglar
Lies are a language you have not yet learned to speak well, little rat. But I admire the attempt.
To see if the stories were true. If you are as great as the songs say. Tell me your true name, and I may
(finding courage) I am not for eating. And I am not a thief. I am a burglar — there’s a difference.
