If I were to pick out my
favourite fictional monster, mutant, beast or any out of this world character,
my list would be endless. From The Predator to Rattlesnake Jake, from Hydra to
Cyclops, from Godzilla to Freddy Krueger.
Filmmakers, artists, and writers
of fiction do their best to think up increasingly wondrous and terrifying
monsters to haunt the nightmares and daydreams of their audiences. But few
fictional beasts have proven as lasting - or as awe-inspiring as the
wing-flapping, FIRE-BREATHING DRAGONS!!
Among them is Smaug. A fire
drake of the Third Age, considered to be the last great dragon to exist in
Middle Earth.
You hear his breath and the deep crepitating
sound hits you, this ain’t no frilly Dragon. This Dragon is going to put hair
in places you may not be accustomed to having it. This Dragon is so awesome
that just by seeing him you can start imagining yourself being a different
person already. He opens his one eye and your voice starts to drop. He opens his other eye and suddenly you have
an oversized sword in your left hand.
At this point, your mom is confused and your siblings are scared, but there’s no turning back. The mighty Smaug cracks his neck and your accent comes. Slowly at first. An ‘aye’ there, a ‘lad’ there. But slowly takes a back seat after the Dragon started to stand.
Your accent is now in full steam,
you look out the window and F’lar nods in approval. A kilt falls from the
ceiling as you realize you’re now naked. You stand proud.
Smaug The Magnificient is now
standing on all four in his Lonely Mountain. And your girlfriend is staring at
you with hunger in her eyes. It’s a good day to be a Dragon Rider.
"My armour is like tenfold
shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail is a
thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death!"
- Smaug
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