Deep within the mountain kingdom of Erebor a lake of gold and precious jewels laps at the green stone pillars of the ancient Dwarf city. Innumerable coins of Dwarven mint lie piled so deep that a Dragon the size of Smaug the Terrible can swim among them like a giant red serpent. Stamped in the gold smithies of a long-dead Dwarf king, they glitter like so many dew-kissed autumn leaves lying thick upon a bleak forest floor, a sad, twinkling monument to a once proud race made humble by the great worm.
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