Diary Writing #3 (Thorin POV)
Rejoice for Smaug is dead. The foul reptile that lay upon my family’s treasure for so long has been eliminated. The treasure is finally ours after all our trial and tribulations it is finally ours! I see relief in my brother’s faces and I think for the first time since we were trapped in the castle the little hobbit has let himself breathe. I turn to Roac, still stationary on the ground, to thank him for relaying the great news but he responds with infuriating news. People are eager for a share of the spoil? Who are they to think that my treasure is theirs to have? I would fight to death before I let anyone touch or even look at my family’s vast heirlooms. It is rightfully mine and no one else’s! Battle is undoubtedly
Rejoice for Smaug is dead. The foul reptile that lay upon my family’s treasure for so long has been eliminated. The treasure is finally ours after all our trial and tribulations it is finally ours! I see relief in my brother’s faces and I think for the first time since we were trapped in the castle the little hobbit has let himself breathe. I turn to Roac, still stationary on the ground, to thank him for relaying the great news but he responds with infuriating news. People are eager for a share of the spoil? Who are they to think that my treasure is theirs to have? I would fight to death before I let anyone touch or even look at my family’s vast heirlooms. It is rightfully mine and no one else’s! Battle is undoubtedly