The Dragon’s Hoard:

The following story in verse form was inspired by the writings Of J.R.R. Tolkien. It is the melding of a number of Tolkien’s stories about Dragons to create one story about a dragon.

Those who know Tolkien’s stories will readily recognise some similarity to Scatha the Worm, a dragon which terrorised the dwarves and other people in the north of Middle-earth long before the days of Smaug.



 In the Northern Mountains,

The Dwarves built mighty halls;

And in the caves deep below

Great treasures they did mine.

Their kingdom was renowned

Throughout the northern realms;

Their metal work and their gems

Were sought by one and all.

Their reputation spread,

But came to evil ears,

And a dragon soon set out

To seek their fabled halls.

He found the mighty doors

To the Dwarves’ treasure halls;

There he slew the Dwarven King

And the King’s youngest son.

The dragon took the halls;

He drove the Dwarves away.

He gathered the entire hoard

To make a precious bed.

The treasure he did count

And memorised the lot;

He slept and dreamt evil deeds,

Destruction, fire and death.

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For many, many years,

People feared his lair.

No one came to challenge him

Or seek his golden hoard.

But as the decades passed,

The dragon he grew old;

In old age he slept too much

And let his guard be down.

One day whilst deep in sleep,

He dreamt a thief would come,

And enter his treasure hall

To take his hoard away.

Awakened from his dream,

A man before him stood;

Then a spear pierced his heart;

The dragon’s fire went out.

The man took all the hoard

For his people and kin;

This brought them into conflict

With Dwarves who claimed it too.

The dispute was settled,

The people southwards went,

Taking with them dragon gold,

A portion of the hoard.

Years turned to centuries.

The Legends grew and grew.

Stories of the dragon’s hoard

Were told throughout the lands.

There is one tale written,

Of a lady much praised,

Who gave a small champion,

A prized horn from that hoard.

Fortinbras Proudfoot

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