Smaug sighed loudly. He was so bored.

Rolling on his side, Smaug thought perhaps he should find a fiery lady dragon. No. She would only be after his treasures anyway: or his body. He was, after all, the most powerful and cunning beast in Middle Earth.

That Balrog thought he was. Puuuulease. Just because you have a whip, doesn’t mean you are in charge. That whip may impress the locals but Smaug knew that Balrog roasted his marshmallows just like Smaug did.

Then they rolled a dwarf in them, squished them in between graham crackers, and chocolate.

Yummy! Dwarf smores.

This was written as a Bad Guy challenge drabble. My friend Viv and I picked each other's characters for an extra challenge.