It never does to leave a live Dragon out of the equation.
It is mine, I tell you. My own. My precious. Yes, my precious.
Few there were who could change his courses by counsel. None by force.
Arise now, arise, Riders of Théoden! Dire deeds awake, dark is it eastward. Let horse be bridled, horn be sounded! Forth Eorlingas!
All my own small perception of beauty both in majesty and simplicity is founded.
How could such a large door be kept secret from everybody outside, apart from the dragon?" [Bilbo] asked. He was only a little hobbit you must remember.