Warnings: steamy, mention of death, gore, very strong descriptions of smells (I don’t know if this is a warning… Maybe some people don’t like this kind of things; I recently read “Perfume: The Story of a Murderer” by
Patrick Süskind, just to let you know what I mean), mention of corpses,
western guard room
scene…. Bilbo and Smaug don’t interact directly in this chapter, but I wanted to explore more their thoughts on each other, their sensations, their fears, the quarrel(?) between human and dragon form.
Bilbo is still sore because of all that tumbling down
the hills of coins and jewels and his finally ending against a large pillar.
The air is still full of the thick smoke Smaug has unleashed against the
Dwarves but Bilbo hopes they have managed to escape, because Smaug isn’t there,
so she is perhaps chasing them.
Bilbo stands up and looks around, massaging the back of
his head: his hands, knees, feet and even his chin are full of bruises and
scratches and he his sweat is getting cold on his skin.
When he was outside the Mountain with Smaug, he has
felt cold, but it was a fresh, clean cold, the cold of the wind, of the open
air, not the oppressive dampness of the inner halls of Erebor.