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

The dragon flew low, belly scraping the lake’s mist. Its voice boomed across the water: “ Cerco il mio uccellino… ” I seek my little bird.

Bard the Bowman nocked an arrow made from a family heirloom, a black shaft forged in the lost city of Dale. lo.hobbit 2 la desolazione.di.smaug ita

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. The dragon flew low, belly scraping the lake’s mist

At the door, the dwarves pulled him out gasping. “Il tesoro?” Thorin demanded. The dragon flew low

“Laketown sleeps,” whispered his eldest, Bain, handing him a leather waterskin. “But the Mountain never does.”