Lo.hobbit 2 La Desolazione.di.smaug Ita -

Fine della prima parte.

The mist over the Long Lake was thick as old milk, but Bard the Bowman’s eyes were sharper. From his barge, La Freccia , he watched the distant Mountain—Erebor—loom like a skull. A faint, sulfurous glow pulsed from its flanks.

And beneath the shadow of Smaug, the Desolation was no longer a memory. It was a promise, kept. lo.hobbit 2 la desolazione.di.smaug ita

“You smell of barrel and river,” Smaug continued, shifting a wing. A cascade of gold spilled down a slope. “And of… hobbit? No. Mezzo hobbit . Un bocconcino.” A little morsel.

Bard the Bowman nocked an arrow made from a family heirloom, a black shaft forged in the lost city of Dale. Fine della prima parte

Bilbo ran. He tumbled through passages, the Ring nearly slipping from his finger. Behind him, the furnace breath grew brighter. A column of flame licked the tunnel’s roof, turning stone to dripping wax.

“Bene,” rumbled the voice, low as an avalanche. “Un ladro. O forse… un regalo avvolto nel silenzio?” A faint, sulfurous glow pulsed from its flanks

“Coraggio, Bilbo,” growled Thorin Scudodiquercia, his eyes reflecting the distant gold. “Remember your contract. One-fourteenth of the treasure, and all the bragging rights a burglar could want.”