LEGO Hobbit - Smaug attacks Lake-town

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@obi-wankenobi7782 Жыл бұрын

lol, that was nicely done man!

@kristoanimations98 9 жыл бұрын

gave you thumbs up cuz the dragon hit harry potter

@freddielm7381 9 жыл бұрын

That ending lol

@LukeWarmStudios 9 жыл бұрын

Beautifully animated.

@axoNNNessj 9 жыл бұрын

I like how your videos are based on the movie, but a little bit different :)

@sebastian_dohnal 9 жыл бұрын

Very good!

@stopframestudios9443 9 жыл бұрын

That was awesome well done really well done

@steventyson378 9 жыл бұрын

your work is so awesome I had to take the time out to type, im a huge fan of your work hope to see some new projects

@vassga 9 жыл бұрын

steven tyson Oh thank you, thank you.

@erikanimations1367 6 жыл бұрын

Very cool

@HeirofGojira91 9 жыл бұрын

Not that I'm being a Trollinator BUT BUT whilst I was looking at my Lego SMAUG ... I decided to expand on a 700 word poem I wrote last year on SMAUG on a whim: In the Ancient Dwarven Halls that once stood so Bold, To the Chamber of Treasures … and Mountains upon Mountains of Gold, Where they stood … unclaimed and rested … since from the Times of Old, But still none be but so Bold, No Tales yet Foretold, Of a fiery Void, and Saintly Nold’s, Has anyone ever dared Rode? To the Halls of the Bold… or the Chamber of Treasures and Gold? But then the Dragon had arose, The Kingdom of Erebor simply Froze! Yet no without warning, I slew the King of Erebor, And cast upon the Flames of my Claim, And from then … my reputation as Erebor’s King… I made my Name … I am now the very Heart and Soul of the Mountain, I had Claimed the Glory and the Former Life, Yet I be Free with my Reign, Any attempts to challenge me were but in Vain, Where I be free to sleep … yet I remained but strong and but Invincible The Gold and Gems encrusted my underside, yet my flames always alive in me, The Lonely Darkness and the Promise of Mountains and Seas of Golden Fantastic Treasures, For it mesmerizes your Desires, And reminds you of Heavenly Pleasures!. I turned the City of Pride and Beauty, Into a Lonely Cave of Misery and Pity, For the Liveliness is now but Empty, Save for me Only, Except for me and my pile of jewels. I am the heart of this mountain. I do not need to see you, For I can easily sense you through my sleep, And even through the Halls and Walls of the Dark, Should you steal from me, Do not think I cannot See, For you will not be Free, For shall you incite my Anger, I shall respond with my utter Hatred, I shall serve a Feast of Revenge, I leave luckless survivors with Burning Madness! Do not dare to mock my Power, For this be your last Hour, For around the Laketown Waters, I leave nothing but burning Smoulders, I fear none… for I am the Flaming Mayhem and Flying Avatar of Terror! The Compelling of the Dragon-Speech … with a Seductive Melody of the Finest Silk, Yet then I razed the souls of Erebor’s Ilk, With the eyes of the Demonic Devils, I be seen as a Scathing Evil, Yet my flames and claws hotter than any mere Forge Anvil, The True Master of the Fire, The Fear and Evil I Inspire, Yet I covet all the Gold, Jewels and many Great Treasures of Desires, Alas! Treasures and Gold so a Plenty! Yet I be unchallenged by many! Centuries of Hibernation, Yet few dared visit Erebor’s Temptations, A Horrific Sensation, For my Magnificent Presentation! Where resting on the Treasure that Surround, The Gold piled Mound upon Mound, A Living Legend of Great Fear, To many Dwarves Hearts I bring their Hate and Tears, In their Stories of the Old, So Long yet never Forgotten for always Told, Then again few were but so Bold … To Challenge me for the Gold … Yet until … a mere Hobbit… a Thief…a Trickster, Yet a Wily Adventurer, Yet none yet so Braver, To Erebor’s hidden gate he would Enter, Not of the Dwarven Party but Alone, He would Dare Encounter … on Erebor’s Throne… But throughout the long Decades to the Centuries … in Dwarvns Halls of the Ancient… I am sleeping so silent… It be but so Quiet… No Soul Yet Defiant, The Mountain is a home no more, Yet the time of Thorin then … soon would spark a Great War, But until then … upon mound upon the mounds of gold … so long as Erebor be my Lair, Until then the Rightful Heir, None could truly Dare, Because should they truly Dare, They know the Flaming Anger of I would Flare, The very Flaming Hot Air, Would melt down the Hearts and Prayers, The greed and foolhardy whom dare enter deserve only a Single Fate, Where I would just simply know you entered … and your deaths and doom … in the mound of gold … I shall simply plot and wait… I will not take any foolish bait! Yet perhaps … the Lucky Mortal, May be spared of Death’s Portal, Should he Amuse Me … with Witty Riddles, With only a Mind to match so Fickle, Your wit shall but only Tickle, Perhaps a Laugh from the Mighty Drake be Trickle, Where only the Voices of the Brave shall enter the long silence in the once-Great Halls, For even the Voice of the Drake be suddenly yet not too loud, For I am but still Proud, For the Brave Little Hobbit … took his life in steps … yet risking a single Fall, For he need not stand so Tall, For to Challenge I, a Winged Drake was at one’s Beck and Call… For now is not Game … and this was no Law … But do not think that mere flattery shall easily keep you alive, For your desire to Survive, Shall only be a Waste of your Life … Yet A Riddle, A Whim, I care not of Sin, Yet there be something of the Brave where their skin be but not so Thin, Yet of the One Thing that Hobbit carried, Its of Gold … yet its Value well beyond that of Treasures Many! But Fear you Shall! For the Warriors and Dwarves of Old I had Fell, In the Hearts of the Weak, My name alone Speaks! Where I planted Terror and Sown Horror in the Hearts of Many, Yet I would still Slaughter Plenty! For do not Forget … When the moment you Regret, You are dealing …with THE KING OF EREBOR’S MOUNTAIN! Do not Think you can so easily Deceive, Yet only when you realized your folly my story that finally my Reputation you would Believe, For I know Idiots and Fools only then from the Pathetic Little Lake Town! For soon in a Sea of Flame you will Drown! Upon my Anger and Sneering Frown, I shall Humble and Flatten your Lives Down! For I sense a scheme between them Dwarves and pathetic Laketown Brethren, Worthless Rats and Miserable Cowards, Who are due long past their Fated Hour! For my Wrath and Anger and Hunger … for Revenge … your Lives and Flesh I shall Devour! Your Wealth and Precious Treasures I will but Procure! Laketown is no longer Secure! Yet the Accursed Black Arrows and Bows! Yet soon the Dragon Awakens … to Unleash the Destruction Foretold! Who be so Bold? To but Challenge Me? Yet I Shall Make you Suffer, You Realize Then … The Dear Cost of your Errors, DO NOT FORGET! OR YOU SHALL BUT ONLY REGRET! YOUR LIVES TO BET! FOR IT BE POINTLESS WHEN YOU WEPT! FOR FATE NOW HAS CREPT! YOU DESERVE MY THREAT! FOR YOU RUINED MY PEACE WHEN I HAD SLEPT! FOR I AM THE REIGNING KING! THE DRAGON SPEECH I BOAST AND SING! THE DEATH AND FIRES I CAN BRING! MY NAME AND REPUTATION WILL BUT IN YOUR HEARTS AND MIND SHALL FOREVER RING! THIS IS NO MERE DREAM! THE KING OF THE EREBOR WAS DEAD AND GONE, WHERE THEN THE TIME I TOOK HIS THRONE AND MY CLAIM WAS DRAWN! I HUNT … I STALK, I BURN, I KILL, I DO NOT FORGET! Mortals I feast … as to a Wolf to Hunting Deer or Sheep! I Destroy and Devour what I wish! Whenever I wish! You be but mere fish! For the Foolish Mortal, The Luckless Idiot, Shall only witness my Glory … and your Destruction, For you shall see me Destroy You, Or my Dragon Speech shall Corrupt your Heart and Soul, I will burden your Mind’s Tolls, I shall Drive you Mad, For you have been Had! For soon you would wish …a mere End-Game, But your wish … shall be but in Vain! In a Flaming Sea of Pain! For I, the Great Drake shall bring about your Bane! I may have been the last of the many Great! Of the Fabled Winged Drakes, But Yet my very Greed for Treasure … not even mortal Pleasures … was ever Truly Slaked, Any Thieving Mortals… my Flames shall Burn and Bake! Your treasures I procure, For whilst I lurk and loom … only I shall secure, The profit I make, Yet My Greed was never Slaked… My Alias be but known as, Trâgu, The Golden, The Dragon of Erebor, The Dragon Worm of Dread, An Evil Cunning Drake of Greed, I paid little to such names of Heed, For yet your Fear and Lives and Treasures I would seek and feed, The Lord of the Dale was but dead, Yet I whom many would dread, I feasted on Dwarves, Stock and Foolish Mortals like mere tasty bread, Yet my greed shall be fed, Erebor’s Treasures shall be my bed … Alas! In Erebor’s Halls I Slept, Crept and Loomed, A Lonely Gloom, An Ancient Flaming Doom, There be no Room, Only Despair and Greed shall Gloom, The Sleeping Evil Booms, And I be the Avatar of Terror…an Engine of Doom! For Erebor, Soon there be a Great War, Where the Dwarves had Boomed, Be now a World of Treasure … as well as the Dwarve’s Tomb… Yet when suddenly awakened! In his sleep … what foe would dare awaken the sleeping Dragon? Who desires but a piece of the precious Gold? Buried in mounds and mounds … with a value only time knew of so Old? Who could stand to the very might of Erebor’s Dragon Lord? Who dares to claim a stake on the Treasure Hoard? I, the Magnificent who sleeps beneath the Mountain? Whose very breath is but a Molten Flaming Fountain? For do you know that you are dealing with … the very King of Erebor Mountain? Present thyself … O’ Brave Worthy Pitiful Thief! I Compel you by the Dragon-Speech! Why not Enter … the Realm of the light? Away from the lonely chamber glooms of the cold cold night? Or are you but paralysed with Sheer Fright? Do you not wish to see the Treasure’s Delight? Or are you just a vengeful Dwarf or Mortal … but still full of Spite! I assure you … you be wise to give up your Strife! But Still …Thou dared to ventured from your lands so far to Erebor, Come in … Come in! For there are Treasures and More! For even should the King not See You, A mere Cup! A mere Coin! A mere Plate! Alas! You! Unworthy Thief! You had paid for your Fate! For did you Knew? That I could still Smell You? I could still Sense You? But by all Means…take what you Wish! For soon you will know what Anger and Wrath I could Dish! For you be soon a helpless Fish! Are you Worthy … to Face the Fiery Wrath and Anger … of the Dragon King? For do you know how the Flame of the Drake Sings? For the Destruction of Wrought Potential to Bring? Where even my Wealth is by Weapon! Where my very Great Hide … be Armoured… beyond any of the Finest Ten-Fold of Iron Shields, The Power and Aura I alone could Yield, With Staked Swords of Teeth that Align my Maw, Oh I be so eager to crunch you in my Jaws, Spears but no sharper than my very Claws, A Mind yet so Brilliant yet Defiant of Mortal’s Laws, Only you obey my Words … where Dragon Speech decides the Laws! My Thunderbolt of a Tail that struck with a sharp crackle tougher than a Flail, Yet it stung beyond the Icy Cold Hail, With Wings bred for unleashing Hurricanes, I would Brew your Bane and Pain, For the moment you bear witness, You be scared Witless! For you are stunned Breathless! The moment you be scored … in the Sea of a Flaming Death, Which is the Fire I carry in my Breath! For Remember! An Avatar of Fire! I bring a Feast of Death! It’s Message I Speak in my Breath! By all means … do visit Erebor should one ever Dare, You will only meet my Anger to Flare! For then the moment you Knew, The Dragon Speech would Compel You! For your Lives … I eagerly await to Slew! Come face the beast of Fire, For the Desperate be but so Dire, Yet my name you Fear and Admire! The moment you could see my Eyes, You knew I was but plotting … and calculating your miserable agonizing Demise, For you get no Prize, Only then did you Knew, For the Tales were not Flattering but Very True, For you are dealing with a Great Drake who lived for Centuries, His Name in the Legends and the Stories, Lived Long I have … yet beyond my Youth and Prime … I have easily downed Cities, Castles and Fortresses of Iron and Stone, All done in my name Alone, For don’t you dare forget … it be I who drove the stupid, idiot foolish Dwarves from Erebor … once their Great Home. Do not Forget … I am the Host of Fire and I Boast of Death in my Breath! If the Dragon Speech did not Compel You, If the Anger of the King did not Scare You, If the Strength of the Magnificent did not Impress You, If the Feats and Legends of Smaug did not heed You, If the Wit of Drake had bored You, Then the Flames of Death in His Breath shall Scorch You! Then the Taunts of the Great Dragon Voice shall you hear. Hence Fear Not! Where enter the sanctuary of Light! For if not I sense your Fright! Do you even know True Delight? But face me if you Dare, For an opportunity to speak let alone see the Lord of the Erebor be such and Honor so Rare! Why not Witness the Glory of the last of the Drakes? For is there but surprises of Fate? I am the Great Magnificent, I am the Golden Presence, I am the Fiery Essence, I care not for Nonesense! Yet Angered I be Known as the Avatar of the Terrible, The Flaming Drake of the Tyrannical! When one see’s me, Ask yourself … do you dare Run? Or shall you Stand to make your Last Fight? Or just Cower and Die of Fright? Who can Stand to the Testament of a Dragon’s Might? For we shall see who is Truly Right! Who shall live to boast of the Time … where they took on … The Last of the Winged Drake’s Very Might?! But Again! Do Not Forget! I sense your Fears, I smell your Essence, I Hear the faintest beat of your Heart, I Read your Mind as be it too a Book! Now that! Even a Wraith or Ghost could not Spook! For my Eyes … Sharper than the Owls … I always spied for Spies, Like a Poem back and forth … even with my eyes closed … I can sense and know every single Golden Coin, And even the fragment of a Crystal Gem, Alas! Be it what the Arkenstone one sought? Yet you will have to be Smart, From me to wrought! For Nothing Truly Enters Erebor, For Nothing Truly Exits Erebor, For only Idiots and Fools … shall Rest in Painful Death … Forever in a Lonely Tomb in Erebor! For As I am Erebor’s One and Only True King! I will not allow Theft … for not even a mere little trinket, For even a simple Golden Goblet, To take … your Greed your shall Regret! I be not felled by any pathetic Swords, Nor the mere humble axes, Even Missiles of Arrows … are but merely Useless! For your lives are all but Worthless! My Destruction and Power leaves you Breathless!. Not even a Molten Sea of Molten Solid Gold, Could Drown me in its Hold! For it only Refined my Anger, For Soon Laketown is Truly in Danger! I shall simply fly about the Night! I shall bring forth your Fright! I shall hunt, kill and burn with Flaming Spite! I will Teach you the Meaning of True Might! For not Sagely Advise could even provide any Insight! I shall Feast on Destruction’s Delight! For Smaug the Magnificent! Shall swiftly burst high and fast … well into the quiet night! I shall claim my Revenge … I shall teach Revenge! I shall SHOW YOU … REVENGE! For I shall Destroy All Those who Stand Against Him… For Soon… Who is Left to Bravely Defy Him? Avatar of the Destructive Flames and Fire, Tempter of Desire, His Name you but Fear and Admire, An Avatar of Death, Its very Message he delivers in a Single Flaming Breath, Wise be one to Give him a Great Breadth, The Lord of the Mountain, The Flaming Fountain, So why not Enter? Enter the Beckoning Light! Enter the Light … only to Die of Fright! For you had only entered … the Realm of Death. You have met the Great Drake …whose Soul and Essence is of the Fire! My Power you Fear and Admire! Prepare all Your Very Courage, For soon you shall offer your very lives, To the King of the Mountain! For the moment the Flames ignited my Breath, You know you must face Death… The Two Centuries past, Yet never long will any Peace Truly Last, For is the Time yet so Fast? Yet I slept so content and never feeling so Old, Yet none be so Bold, Upon the Mountains and Fields of the Gold, Yet any your lives would be sold, My Rage grew Ten-Fold! For I, the King of the Lonely Mountain, A Great Flaming Fountain, Treasures by the Thousand, My Destruction Wanton… Like the Wolf in the Sheep, The Lurking Creep, And yet I Sleep, My Wealth grows but Greater and Deep... Whilst not a Maiar, My powers still but Grand and Admired and Feared from Near and Afar, Oh Yes! The Very Dragon Power It never Weakened … but Simply Grew by the Hour, Entire Warriors of Armies I Devoured, The Innocent and soon the Brave shall only Cower, They will dread but never truly Regret their Error, When they realized the coming of a Flaming Horror, The Avatar of Flaming Tremors, The Storming and Brewing Great Terror, I sleep in the fortune of many, Gold, Gems and Precious Aye - there be Plenty, The Treasure makes me Merry, Yet my name was but so Scary, And I be no Fairy, So expect no Mercy… Gold beyond Tales Told, Gemstones of Light that Shone, Mithril of fine hand’s Skill, Rivers of Silver, Pearls that Swirled, Fine Crystals of Mistle, Emeralds fit only for Heralds, Sapphires that burn of True Fire, Diamonds forever Brightened… For of my hoard, Even mere trinkets… worth a King’s Reward… Day by Day, Weeks to Months, Months to Moons, Moons to Years, Years to Decades, Decades by the Centuries, Yet you know my Resting Fury, For yet the City of Great Treasures, Gold and Wealth, It simply grew in Mounds … Like the Endless Tower, My Treasure is my Power, Intruders I would just Devour, For You Shall Remember, That Erebor’s Every Hour, I am always in Power! Alas! The Treasure’s Power, Yet should my Moods turn but Sour, Should you attempt, To steal my Power… Of the many Things, No Single Being, Could unleash Destruction to Bring, Of the Evil that would Sing, Or that very Game of Terror that would but Sting, From my very Mighty Wings, The Storms of Destruction to Bring, Where my Hurricanes would Sing! Of this Very World, My Wrath shall be Unfurled! Flames and Fury that Spiralled, Only Balrogs be our Equal… Of Pure Destruction, Fuelling Devastation, Of the Treasure’s Seduction, I spared no Compassion, Relishing only Deduction, Of any True Compassion… For then young and tender I was, But no Mortal Laws, Shall stop my Cause, Alas - Destruction I Cause! Bully the weak! Their wealth I seek! All be but meek, No true challenge to speak! For the world was not Yesterday, Nor will it be changed Today, Many I can sway, Fools! If you had dared to Stay, With my Speech, I can delay, Your fate by any Day! My scales beyond that of Ten-fold Shields, Unfazed by the sharpest Steel, My wings spread Awake, Have you not forgotten … that you are dealing with a Great Fire Drake? Oh your Lives with my Flames I Desire to Bake! My teeth be Stakes, My claws shaper than Steel, My Great Tail … be but a Hundred more Powerful than a Steel-Iron Flail, Yet my very Wail, Sends great Fears of Gales! And my very Flames, Shall end all Foolish Mortal Games… The Flames I wield, Death in my Breath I yield, I l Rule the Field, Fear and Terror, My very Shield … Hurricanes in my Wings A-Hundred Fold that I brewed, To Conjure up a Wreckage of a Stew, The Flames and Pain I easily Drew, Great Mass and Weight that I easily Threw, My rage refreshed and Thundered anew, Your Doom and Death is Due! My thirst for souls to slew… For Revenge, Alas! Revenge! Those dare Avenge, Shall only meet your Ends, Alas, Revenge! Your souls to me you shall send … The Lord of the Fire! Tempter of Desire! Fear I Inspire, Trouble I Sire, Yet Many Mortals Shall Admire, The Great Winged Flier, And them Idiots and Fools shall Die and upon Death’s Retire… The Very Message of Death, I shall Eagerly Deliver It in my Breath! For Do Not Forget! I am the Living Fire, I Bring Dire, I Wrought Death beyond your Desires! Anger and Fear I Inspire! My Ferocity shall be Admired! Yet I be Death! It’s Essence in my Breath! Yet my great vast Wealth… only matched by my Bulk and Breadth, Yet I be Flying Wings of Death! But yet who shall truly Dares to enter the Chambers? Does one truly wish to suffer the Fiery Doom of a Flaming Death? Which even words that I speak of from my very Breath? There be no Exception … where you be only next … of the many … from Laketown I had consumed, For yet my Anger Aroused … Lakedown was long due past its Doom, For your bones shall be a message … you had wasted all your while, Yet whilst my wealth and treasure still stands great amassed in mounds a piled … For does one not sweat with Fear? When they be singed by the mere smoke and heat of the Fiery Breath? Yet my Fiery Breath … is not the only Weapon of Death! With Claws, Teeth and Magnificent Power that is much more, For I have but so much with Laketown, Hobbits, Dwarves and Man to Score! I shall win this War! Yet my Powers … be but is beyond any dreams a Mortal shall have known! For no skills of mortals are truly honed, Where challenge me … and I reward you with Death, Which be I, the Magnificent Drake shall deliver in my Breath! Your bones be but a smouldering festering pile, My Ravage and Rampage but so Vile, You could only watch in horror and terror, at the destruction beyond worth and while! For yet I fly tireless seeking prey and targets … mile by mile … Yet a Power not of mere Mortal Flesh, My Flames and Vigour always Renewed and Afresh! My Powers are easily beyond that of any written in the Tomes, Or of any Weapons or Feature you would have ever Known, For no Skills Honed, Could have truly Shown, For The Centuries by the Hundred Years, Yet I be still the Lord of Erebor and the source of your Fears, I shall Smite and Hunt Down all that is to you that is so but Precious and Dear, Yet you be nothing but Deer, I be the Hunter of the Deer, I can travel Far and Near, For Idiots and Fools can only Witness and Freeze with Fear, At what I can Do, For the Flaming Fiery Breath … is enough for one to bathe in an Agonizing Burning Death... Very Soon, You and your friends and all you loved so dear … shall be but simply Consumed … Yet for all my Powers, Of all my Treasures, A Good Riddle I Desire, A Great Pleasure, Beyond Good Measure… For a single phrase, Or my pyro glaze, Makes your days, But a dreamy gloomy daze… BUT DO NOT FORGET! FOR YOU WILL REGRET! FOR DO YOU KNOW … WHO AM I? You dare send a Hobbit as a Spy? Challenge Me only the Foolhardy Shall Dare Try! Do not Lie, For no Disguise, For Fire, Death and Desire, I am all, I stand Proud and Tall, I obey no Law, I ensure Laketown’s Miserable Pitiful Fall, To Challenge me is only your Fate you Stall, Yet none can Fool nor Flatter nor Truly Speak of a Lie, To I, the Great Smaug’s Eyes…

@m1ndenh470 9 жыл бұрын

Amazing, man!

@HeirofGojira91 9 жыл бұрын

Всеволод Чалей Glad you liked it! MORE TO COME ... Well - if you visit Jedi Council Forums - you'll find quite a few poems I've written ;)

@m1ndenh470 9 жыл бұрын

HeirofGojira91 link, please

@HeirofGojira91 9 жыл бұрын

Всеволод Чалей Hello again! Eager to read are we? :) Here are the links and tell me ... is this a TREASURE TROVE OF POEMS >:D boards.theforce.net/threads/jurassic-park-iv-jurassic-world-devour-%E2%80%93a-prehistoric-cocktail%E2%80%A6-enter-the-indominus-rex.50031155/ This one is a poem - 2500 words on the Indominus Rex ;) boards.theforce.net/threads/aftermath-odezilla-ii-23k-word-poem-on-godzilla-d.50031020/ This one is a 23K so 23000 word poem on GODZILLA >:D boards.theforce.net/threads/witch-king-of-angmar-poem.50028130/ This one is one on the Witch-King of Angmar >:D boards.theforce.net/threads/marvel-ode-of-the-thunder-god-asgards-might-thor.50029066/ This one is about THOR >:D boards.theforce.net/threads/marvel-poem-the-silver-surfer-cosmic-hero-galactic-savior.50029022/ SILVER SURFER POEM - this one took me 5 days ... so 1000 words a day I wrote on this one... boards.theforce.net/threads/big-g-godzilla-gojira-2014-2015-poem-10k-word-poem-since-the-mesozic-era-ii.50030631/ 10K word poem I wrote in January - took 2 months to clear and get it up ... haha after reading and revising and reviewing all I knew about Godzilla >:D

@m1ndenh470 9 жыл бұрын

HeirofGojira91 thanks)