It's rated G, it's Faramir... and it's 4th Age
All of Arda belongs to the Professor's estate, but he said he hoped we would come over and play, so here I am...
Bed of Gold
Almost asleep beside his father in the chair, Faramir’s eyes flew open as a detail in the story of Bilbo’s adventures caught his attention.
“Da, the dragons sleep on the treasure?”
“Yes.” Pippin smiled. “They gather it up and they snuggle down into it, just as you do with autumn leaves…”
The boy was unconvinced. “But leaves are lovely - and they smell wonderful! Treasure must be so…. lumpy.”
“I suppose the dragons love it so, they want to be as close as they can.”
“Hmmm,” the child yawned, climbing into his fathers lap. “I’m glad I’m not a dragon.”