So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their ending!
Noble dragons don’t have friends. The nearest they can get to the idea is an enemy who is still alive.
Never laugh at live dragons, Bilbo you fool!
My armour is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death!
It does not do to leave a live dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him.
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills, It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.
