Beta: Erfan Starled
Word Count: 100
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Courage waning, Bilbo peeped into the vast dwarf-hall under the Mountain’s root. Smaug, purring in his sleep while wisps of smoke rose from his nostrils, filled Bilbo’s little hobbit-heart with fear and he wished again that the wizard would return. He missed his cosy hobbit-hole in the Shire, where the season of mulled wine in the company of friends under a wintry landscape drew near. There would be roast chestnuts by the fire – a wholesome fire, not the dragon’s horrible red glow – and raisin cake. Courage renewed, he reached for the treasure that suited his heart – an enormous two-handled cup.

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