Some text directly from and inspired by:
“The Hobbit”, J.R.R. Tolkien, Chapter 12 Inside Information, pg 190
also inspired by: Samar Jade’s Poem for LexPoMo: “In the Style of Glenis Redmond”


Riddling-talk with the dragon, Smaug
This is how you talk to dragons

“Well, thief!
I smell you and I feel your air
I hear your breath
Come along!
Help yourself again
There is plenty and to spare!”

No thank you, O Smaug the Stupendous
I do not come for presents
gold alone didn’t bring me too
But only, just to have a look at you
to see if the tales ring true
of your magnificent hues

“Did you now?”

Truly
songs and tales fall 
utterly short of the
reality
O smaug
Chiefest and greatest of
Calamities

“You have nice manners for a thief and liar,
you seem familiar with my name
but I don’t remember smelling you before
Who are you and where do you come from, may I ask?”

You may indeed!
I am she, from hill country, from hills old as time I sprang
carefree as lions-tooth in the air I flew
Through canyon and mountain, my path led me. 
Desert dweller, they call me. 
I am she who walks across sands and pine forest groves

” So I can well believe – but that isn’t a name, is it?”

I am the lightning bolt, the wind reader, the cloud speaker. I was given a number that doesn’t come off

“Lovely titles,” sneered the dragon

I am she who buries friend and foe alike and reminds all to drink a glass of water.
I came from the end of a sac, though no sac do I own

“Those don’t sound very creditable,” the dragon scoffed

I am a friend to dog and cat, parakeet and cockatoo, hawk and crow.
I am Jackpot winner and scratch-off sinner
I am Disc Jockey and night-maker
I am Horse-girl and Mustang-Rider

“That’s better, but don’t let your imagination run away with you.” 

– Tolkien, J.R.R. The Hobbit. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Co., 1937.