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Ai, Everyone.
This is a public letter from me.
Today, on 14th of December, 2012 between 10:30 am and 10:50 am, something happened to me. Something strangest. In the Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey, something that has left me weeping and in agony and utter and ruthless trauma. Look what it has made of me.
The WRATH of SMAUG.
The destruction of Dale and of Erebor by Smaug the Terrible has been monstrously powerful, an impact that has left me torn. I’ve never ever feared a dragon in my entire life and I am famous for and breed a dragon kingdom of my own. But today Smaug overtook me.
Best part? Smaug WASN’T EVEN SHOWN, only his wrath and might was. Only his wrath and might ESPECIALLY THE HAMMERING ON EREBOR’S GATE and the flight of the dwarves and the intensity with which Smaug smote Erebor’s glory to ruinous lows. It is SIR PETER JACKSON’S OWN ARKENSTONE, to show a dragon’s wrath with such explosive ferocity. THE SOUND OF HIS THUMPING AND HIS ROARS AND HIS FLIGHT, O that fire Drake has minced my flesh, turned my bones to dust and ripped every fabric of my soul. PETER JACKSON’S MASTERPIECE.
It has been more than 13 hours since that moment has been witnessed by my eyes and I am yet in a state of true trauma, like a true Dwarf of Erebor who has lost everything, I am Thorin Oakenshield himself and every dwarf in there. I cannot come out of it. I have wept alone and felt fear when around people. The Wrath of Smaug! I cannot fathom what is there to come in the Desolation of Smaug, no I cannot fathom!
It will take me another day perhaps to be out of this state. To be back from the doom that befell upon me. My gratitude to anyone who has read this.
Mister Rafi Green, a lost dwarf of Erebor.