There he lay, a vast red-golden dragon, fast asleep; thrumming came from his jaws and nostrils, and wisps of smoke, but his fires were low in slumber. Beneath him, under all his limbs and his huge coiled tail, and about him on all sides stretching away across the unseen floors, lay countless piles of precious things, gold wrought and unwrought, gems and jewels, and silver red-stained in the ruddy light. (Chapter XII, “The Hobbit”)
“But it wasn’t a fair question,” said Gollum. “Not a riddle, precious, no.”
“Oh well, if it’s a matter of ordinary questions,” Bilbo replied, “then I asked one first. What have you lost? Tell me that!”
“… On one of the days, when we were at Bag End with the dwarves, John Rhys-Davies came to visit. It was great to introduce him not only to Gloin, who’s his father in the story, but also to all the other dwarves.” - Peter Jackson
All eyes on the hidden door
To the Lonely Mountain borne
We’ll ride in the gathering storm
Until we get our long-forgotten gold
Far away from Misty Mountains cold