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There really was no sense of time in the depths of the fallen city. Thorin ate when he was hungry, slept when he was tired, and spent the rest of his time either pacing around the column he was tethered to or testing the strength of the chain to see if there were any weak points he could try to exploit. Smaug never stopped him from doing so, seeming rather to take a sort of sick joy from watching Thorin drive himself insane trying to escape. There was very little the dragon would not tolerate, though Thorin learned very early that it was better to stay quiet when Smaug was present, at least in terms of actually trying to talk. The one time Th

Thorin had watched for years as his grandfather hoarded the vast wealth of his people, and though he was young by dwarf standards he knew in his heart there was only one way for things to end. That was why he wasn't as surprised as some others when the dragon Smaug invaded Erebor, and he was far more prepared for it. Now, however, he was regretting all of that. Yes, staring up into the inhuman golden eyes of the dragon he knew that it had been foolish to rush back into to halls and make sure everyone had cleared out. It was stupid to have thought that he could save anyone who might have been trapped by the crumbling stone the dragon left in h