Good morning!
Do you wish me a good morning or do you mean that
it is a good morning whether I want it or not?
Or perhaps you meant to say that you feel good on this particular morning?
Or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?
All of them at once...
...i suppose...
Can I help you?
I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure.
An adventure?
No I don't imagine anyone west of Bree
would have much interest in adventures. Nasty, disturbing
uncomfortable things.
Make you late for dinner.
Good morning.
To think that I should have lived to be "good morninged" by
Belladonna Took's son as if I were selling buttons at the door!
I am sorry, do I know you?
Would you know my name - although you don't
remember that I belong to it. I am Gandalf!
And Gandalf means
me!
Not Gandalf the wandering wizard who made such excelent
fireworks! Old Took used to have them on Midsummer's Eve!
Well that's decided. It will be very good for you
and most amusing for me.
I shall inform the others.
Inform the who...? What? No!
No. Wait! We do not want
any adventures here, thank you! Not today!
Good morning.
Dwalin
at your service.
Bilbo
Baggins
at yours.
Do we know each other?
No.
It's just that um...
I wasn't expecting
company.
Ballin
at your service.
Good evening.
Yes. Yes it is.
Though I think it may rain later.
Am I late?
Late for what?
Oh! Ha, ha! Evening brother!
By my beard! You are shorter and wider than last we met.
Wider not shorter. Sharp enough for both of us.
Excuse me! Sorry. I hate to interrupt.
It's not that I do not like visitors. I like visitors as much as the next Hobbit.
Fili.
And Kili.
At your service.
- You must be Mr Boggins! - Nope, you can't come in! You've come to the wrong house!
What? Has it been cancelled?
No one told us.
Ca-? No, nothing's been cancelled.
That's a relief!
Let's shove this in the hallway. Otherwise, we'll never get everyone in.
Everyone? How many more are there?
Oh, no.
No, no. There's nobody home!
Go away and bother somebody else! There's far
too many dwarves in my dining room as it is!
I-i-if this is some... clot-head's idea of a joke...
...I can only say. It is in very poor taste!
Gandalf.
Bebother and confusticate these dwarves!
My dear Bilbo, what on earth is the matter?
What's the matter?
I am surrounded by dwarves! What are they doing here?
Oh, they're quite a merry gathering, once you get used to them.
♪ Blunt the knives, bend the forks! ♪
♪ Smash the bottles and burn the corks! ♪
♪ Chip the glasses and crack the plates... ♪
♪ That's what Bilbo Baggins hates! ♪
♪ Cut the cloth, tread on the fat! ♪
♪ Leave the bones on the bedroom mat! ♪
♪ Pour the milk on the pantry floor! ♪
♪ Splash the wine on every door! ♪
♪ That's what Bilbo Baggins hates! ♪
Gandalf.
I thought you said this place would be easy to find.
I lost my way, twice. I wouldn't have found it at
all had it not been for that mark on the door.
Mark? There's no mark on that door. It was painted a week ago.
There is a mark. I put it there myself.
Bilbo Baggins
Allow me to introduce
the leader of the company
Thorin Oakenshield.
So...
...this is the Hobbit.
Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?
Pardon me?
Ax or sword? What's your weapon of choice?
Well, I do have some skill at conkers, if you must know...
...but I fail to see why that's relevant.
Thought as much.
He looks more like a grocer than a burglar.
Far to the east
over the ranges and rivers
beyond woodlands and wastelands
lies a single solitary peak.
The Lonely Mountain.
Ravens have been seen flying back to the mountain as it was foretold.
When the birds of the old
return to Erebor, the reign of the beast will end.
Uh…what beast?
Well that would be a reference to Smaug the terrible
chiefest and greatest calamity of our age.
The task I have in mind will require a great deal of stealth...
...and no small amount of courage.
But if we are careful and clever
I believe that it can be done.
That's why we need a burglar.
No. No, no, no. I'm not a burglar.
I've never stolen a thing in my life.
He's hardly burglar material.
Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet.
In fact, they can pass unseen by most, if they choose.
And, while the dragon is accustomed to the smell of Dwarf...
...the scent of a Hobbit
is all but known to him - which gives us a distinct advantage.
You asked me
to find the 14th member of this company
and I have just Mr. Baggins.
You must trust me on this.
Very well.
We will do it your way. Give him the contract.
We're in. We're off.
It’s just the usual summary of out-of-pocket expenses
time required, remuneration
funeral arrangements, so forth.
Funeral arrangements?
'Total’s cash on delivery
up to but not exceeding, one fourteenth of total profit if any.'
Seems fair.
Incineration?
Oh, aye, he’ll melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye.
You alright, laddie?
Huh? Yeah, I fel...
...I feel a bit faint.
Think furnace, with wings.
I... I... I need air.
Flash of light,
searing pain, then poof!
You’re nothing more than a pile of ash!
No.
I'll be all right. Just let me sit quietly for a moment.
You'll have a tale or two to tell of your own when you come back.
Can you promise that I will come back?
No.
And if you do
you will not be the same.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To find our long forgoten gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells,
In places deep, where dark things sleep
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
The bells were ringing in the Dale
And men looked up with faces pale
The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light.
Oh, it's horse hair.
Having a reaction.
Uh... wait, wait. Stop!
Stop!
We have to turn around.
What on earth is the matter?
I forgot my handkerchief.
Here!
Use this.
Move on.
You’ll have to manage without pocket handkerchiefs, and a good many
other things, Bilbo Baggins, before we reach our journey’s end.
What’s the matter?
We’re supposed to be looking after the ponies.
Only we’ve encountered a
slight problem.
We had sixteen.
Now there's
fourteen.
He’s got Myrtle and Minty!
I think they’re gonna eat them, we have to do something.
Yes!
You should.
Mountain trolls are slow and stupid, and you’re so small. They’ll never see you.
It's perfectly safe!
We'll be right behind you.
If you run into trouble hoot twice like a barn owl, once like a brown owl.
Twice like a barn owl, hoot twice like a brown…hoots
like a…like a… Uh, are you sure this is a good idea?
Mutton yesterday, mutton today.
And blimey,
if it don’t look like mutton again tomorrow.
- Quit your griping. - Pickin’ bits of it out o’ me teeth.
Well, that’s lovely.
Well…I hope you’re gonna gut these nags? I don’t like the stinky parts.
I said sit down!
I’m starving, are we having horse tonight or what?
Shut your cake hole! You’ll eat what I’ll give ya!
How come he’s the cook? Everything tastes the same, everything tastes like chicken.
Except the chicken.
What tastes like fish!
I’m just saying, a little appreciation would be nice.
How hard is that?
Just needs a sprinkle of squirrel dung.
Wrap your loganbie around that, mate.
Blimey! Bert! Bert, look what’s come out of me hooter!
It’s got arms and legs and everything!
What is it?
I don’t know, but I don’t like the way it wriggles around!
What are you then?
An oversized squirrel?
I’m a burglar…uh, hobbit!
A 'burglar-hobbit'?
Can we cook him??
We can try!
He wouldn’t make more than a mouthful. Not when he’s skinned and boned!
Perhaps there’s more burglar-hobbits ’round these parts, might be enough for a pie!
Grab him!
He's too quick!
Gotcha!
Are there any more of you little fellas hiding where you shouldn’t?
No.
Drop him!
Bilbo!
No!
Lay down your arms!
Or we’ll rip his off!
Don’t bother cooking ’em! Let’s just sit on 'em and squash ’em into jelly!
They should be sauteed and grilled with a sprinkle of sage.
Wait!
You are making
a terrible mistake!
You can’t reason with them, they’re half-wits!
Half-wits? What does that make us?
I meant with the…uh,
with the…with the seasoning.
What
about the seasoning?
Scoff ’em I say, boots and all!
He’s right!
Nothing wrong with a bit o’ raw dwarf.
Uh…not…not that one, he…he’s infected!
Huh?
You what?
Yeah he’s got worms in his…
tubes.
In-in fact, they all have.
They’re infested with parasites, it’s a terrible
business, I wouldn’t risk it, I really wouldn’t.
Parasites? Did he say parasites?
Yeah, we don’t have parasites!
You have parasites!
I’ve got parasites as big as my arm!
Mine are the biggest parasites, I’ve got huge parasites!
The dawn will take you all!
Where did you go to, if I may ask?
To look ahead.
What brought you back?
Looking behind.
Nasty business.
Still they all are in one piece.
No thanks to your burglar.
He had the nous to play for time.
None of the rest of you
thought of that.
Seems a shame just to leave it lying around.
These swords were not made by any troll.
Nor were they made by any smith among men.
These were forged in Gondolin,
by the High Elves, of the First Age.
You could not wish for a finer blade.
Come on, let’s go.
Bofur, Gloin, Nori.
Bilbo!
Here. This is about your size.
I can't take this.
The blade is of Elvish make,
which means
it will glow blue when orcs or goblins are nearby.
I have never used a sword in my life.
And I hope you never have to.
But if you do, remember this:
true courage
is about knowing not when to take a life,
but when to spare one.
Rivendell.
Here lies the last Homely House east of the sea.
Mithrandir!
Lord Elrond.
Kind of you to invite us.
I'm not really dressed for dinner.
Well, you never are.
Try it.
Just a mouthful.
I don't like green food.
Where's the meat?
Ths is Orcrist, the Goblin Cleaver
A famous blade,
forged by the High Elves of the West,
my kin.
May it serve you well.
This
is Glamdring
the Foe-hammer, sword of the King of Gondolin.
I wouldn’t bother, laddie.
Swords are named for the great deeds they do in war.
What are you saying,
my sword hasn’t seen battle?
I’m not actually sure it is a sword.
More of a letter opener, really.
Erebor.
What is your interest in this map?
It’s mainly academic.
As you know, this sort of artifact sometimes contains hidden text.
You still read Ancient Dwarvish, do you not?
Cirth Ithil.
Moon runes.
Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks,
and the setting sun with the last light of Durin's Day
will shine upon the keyhole.
Durin's Day?
It is the start of the dwarves’ new year,
when the last moon of autumn and the first sun of winter appear in the sky together.
Summer is passing.
Durin's Day will soon be upon us.
Be on your guard.
We’re about to step over the edge of the Wild.
Balin, you know these paths - lead on.
Aye.
Master Baggins!
I suggest you keep up.
Hold on!
Get him!
Bilbo!
I thought we’d lost our burglar.
He’s been lost ever since he left home.
He should never have come.
He has no place amongst us.
Dwalin!
It looks safe enough.
Search to the back.
Caves in mountains are seldom unoccupied.
There's nothing here.
Right then!
Let's get a fire started.
No, no fires, not in this place.
Get some sleep.
We start at first light.
We were to wait in the mountains until Gandalf joined us.
That was the plan.
Plans change.
Where do you think you're going?
Back to Rivendell.
No, no, you can't turn back now.
You are the part of the Company.
You're one of us.
I'm not though, am I?
Thorin said I should never have come, and he was right.
I don't know what I was thinking.
You're homesick,
I understand.
No, you don't, you don't understand!
None of you do - you're dwarves.
You used to - to this life,
to living on the road, never settling on one place
not belonging anywhere.
I'm sorry, I didn't...
No, you're right.
We don't belong anywhere.
I wish you all the luck in the world.
I really do.
What's that?
Wake up!
Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom?
What are you doing in these parts?
Speak!
Very well!
If they will not talk, we’ll make them squawk!
Bring out the Mangler!
Bring out the Bone Breaker!
Bless us and splash us, Precious!
That’s a meaty mouthful.
Back. Stay back.
I’m warning you, don’t come any closer.
It's got and elfish blade,
but it's not and Elfs.
Not and Elfs, no.
What is it, Precious?
What is it?
My name
is Bilbo Baggins.
I'm a...
Hobbit from the Shire.
We like Goblinses, batses and fishes
but we hasn't tried Hobbitses before.
Is it soft?
Is it juicy?
K-keep your distance!
I'll use this if I have to!
I don't want any trouble, do you understand?
Just show me the way to get out of here,
and I'll be on my way.
Why,
is it lost?
Yes, yes,
and I want to get unlost
as soon as possible.
We knows!
We knows safe paths for Hobbitses.
Safe paths in the dark.
Shut up!
I didn't say anything.
Wasn't talking to you.
Look, uh, I don't know what your game is, but I--
Games?
We love games, doesn't we, Precious?
Does it like games?
Does it? Does it?
Does it like to play?
Maybe?
What has roots as nobody sees,
is taller than trees.
Up, up, up it goes, and yet
never grows?
... The mountain.
Yess, yess.
Let's have another one, eh?
Yes, come on, do it again, do it - do it again.
Ask us.
No!
No, no, no. I wa-I want to play.
I do.
I want to play.
I can see
you are very good at this.
S-so why don't we
have a game of riddles?
Yes, just
just you and me.
Yes. Yes.
Just, just, just - us.
Yes. Yes.
And-and if I win, you show me the way out.
Yes?
Yes. Yes.
And if it loses? What then?
Well, if it loses, Precious,
we will eats it.
If Baggins loses,
we eats is whole.
Fair enough.
Well, Baggins first.
Thirty white horses on a red hill.
First they champ,
then they stamp,
then they stand still.
Teeth?
Teeth!
Yes, yes, my Precious.
Our turn.
Voiceless it cries,
wingless flutters,
toothless bites,
mouthless mutters.
Just a minute.
Oh, oh!
We knows.
We knows!
Shut up!
Wind.
It's wind!
Of course it is.
Very clever, Hobbitses,
very clever.
Ah, ah, ah, ah. A-a box without hinges,
key, o-
or lead
yet golden treasure inside is hid.
Well?
It's nasty.
Give up?
Give us a chance, Precious,
give us a chance!
Eggses!
What crunchy little eggses, yes.
Grandmother taught us to suck them, yes.
We have one for you.
All things it devours,
birds,
beasts,
trees,
flowers.
Gnaws iron,
bites steel,
grinds hard stones to meal.
Answer us.
Give me
a moment, please, I gave you a good long while.
I don't know this one.
Is it tasty?
Is it scrumptious?
Is it crunchable?
Let me think.
It’s stuck.
Bagginses is stuck.
Time's up.
Time...
Ti-
The answer
is time!
Actually, it wasn’t that hard.
Last question.
Last chance.
Ask us.
ASK US!
Yes, yes, alright.
What have I
got in my pocket?
That’s not fair.
It’s not fair!
It’s against the rules!
Ask us another one.
No, no, no, no.
You said ‘Ask me a question.’
Well, that is
my question.
What have I got in my pocket?
Three guesses, Precious.
It must give us three.
Three guesses. Very well, guess away.
Handses!
Wrong, guess again.
Fish-bones, goblins’ teeth, wet shells, bat’s wings...
Knife!
Oh, shut up.
Wrong again. Last guess.
String!
Or nothing.
Two guesses at once,
wrong both times.
So,
come then,
I won the game, you promised to show me the way out.
Did we say so, Precious?
Did we say so?
What has it got in its pocketses?
That’s no concern of yours.
You lost.
Lost?
Where is it?
No!
Where is it?
No!
No!!!
Lost!
Curses and splashes, my precious is lost!
What
has it got
in its
nasty
little
pocketses?
He stole it.
He stole it!
Bones will be shattered,
necks will be wrung!
You’ll be beaten and battered,
from racks you’ll be hung.
You will lie down here and never be found,
down in the deep of Goblin-town.
I know that sword!
It is the Goblin-Cleaver,
the Biter, the blade that sliced a thousand necks.
Slash them!
Beat them!
Kill them!
Kill them all!
Cut of his head!
Take up arms.
Fight!
He wields the Foe-Hammer,
the Beater,
bright as daylight!
Follow me.
Thief!
Baggins!
Wait,
my Precious!
Wait!
Baggins!
Thief!
Curse it and crush it,
we hates it FOREVER!
Five, six, seven, eight...
...Bifur, Bofur... that's ten...
...Fili, Kili...that's twelve...
...and Bombur - that makes thirteen.
Where's Bilbo?
Where is our Hobbit?
Curse the halfling!
Now he’s lost?!
I thought he was with Dori!
Don’t blame me!
Well, where did you last see him?
I think I saw him slip away, when they first collared us.
What happened exactly? Tell me!
I’ll tell you what happened.
Master Baggins saw his chance and he took it!
He’s thought of nothing but his soft bed and his
warm hearth since first he stepped out of his door!
We will not be seeing our Hobbit again.
He is long gone.
No,
he isn't.
Bilbo Baggins!
I’ve never been so glad to see anyone in my life!
Bilbo, we’d given you up!
How on earth did you get past the Goblins?!
Why did you come back?
I know you doubt me.
I know you always have.
And you’re right, I often think of Bag End.
I miss my books.
And my armchair.
And my garden.
See, that’s where I belong.
That's home.
And that’s why I came back,
cause
you don’t have one.
A home.
Out of the frying pan...
...and into the fire!
Run!
RUN!
Do you smell it?
The scent of fear?
The one is mine...
Kill the others!
Help!
Mister Gandalf!
Thorin!
Thorin.
He’s quite safe.
Is that
what I think it is?
Erebor.
The Lonely Mountain.
The last of the great dwarf kingdoms of Middle-earth.
A raven!
The birds are returning to the mountain.
That, my dear Oin,
is a thrush.
But we’ll take it as a sign
a good omen.
You’re right.
I do believe the worst is behind us.
Here lies our path through Mirkwood.
You’re not leaving us?
I would not do this unless I had to.
Keep the map and key safe.
Do not enter that mountain without me.
You must stay on the path.
Do not leave it.
If you do,
you will never find it again.
No matter what may come,
stay on the path!
Come on. We must reach the mountain
before the sun sets on Durin’s Day.
This way.
Air.
I need air.
My head,
it's spinning.
You understand?
We’re going round in circles.
We are lost.
We’re not lost.
We keep heading east.
But which way is east?
We’ve lost the sun.
The sun.
We have to find
the sun.
I- I can see a lake!
And a river.
And the Lonely Mountain.
We're almost there!
Can you hear me?
I know which way to go!
Hello?
Kiilll theemm.
Killl theem!
Eat them now,
nice and runny.
Their hide is tough.
There is good juice inside.
Stick it again! Stick it again!
Finish it off!
The meat’s alive and kicking!
Kill them, kill them now.
Let us feast.
Feast!
What is it?
Fat and juicy.
Just a little taste.
Curses!
Where is it? Where is it?!
It stings!
Stings!
Sting.
That's a good name.
Sting.
Where's Bilbo?
I'm up here!
Enwenno hain! (Take them!)
Thorin, where's Bilbo?
Holo in ennyn. (Close the gate.)
This is not the end of it!
You hear me?!
Leave it!
There’s no way out.
These are the halls of the Woodland Realm.
No one leaves here but by the king’s consent.
Some may imagine that a noble quest is at hand.
A quest to reclaim a homeland
and slay a dragon.
I myself
suspect a more prosaic motive.
Attempted burglary,
or something of that ilk.
You have found a way in.
You seek that which would bestow upon you the right to rule.
The King’s Jewel,
the Arkenstone.
It is precious to you beyond measure.
I understand that.
There are gems in the mountain that I too desire.
White gems of pure starlight.
I offer you my help.
I am listening.
I will let you go,
if you return what is mine.
A favor for a favor.
You have my word. One king to another.
I would not trust
Thranduil.
You
lack all honor!
I’ve seen how you treat your friends.
We came to you once,
starving,
homeless,
seeking your help,
but you turned your back.
You turned away from the suffering of my people
and the inferno that destroyed us!
Do not talk to me of dragon fire.
I know its wrath and ruin.
I have faced the great serpents of the north.
I warned your grandfather
of what his greed would summon,
but he would not listen.
You are just like him.
Stay here if you will, and rot.
A hundred years is a mere blink in the life of an elf.
Did he offer you a deal?
He did.
Well...that’s it, then.
A deal was our only hope.
Not our only hope.
I know you're there.
Why do you linger in the shadows?
I was coming to report to you.
I thought I ordered that nest to be destroyed not two moons past.
We cleared the forest as ordered, my lord,
but more spiders keep...
...we’re running out of drink.
These empty barrels should have been sent back to Esgaroth hours ago.
The bargeman will be waiting for them.
Say what you like about our ill-tempered king,
but he has excellent taste in wine.
Come, Elros, try it.
I have the dwarves in my charge.
They’re locked up.
Where can they go?
I’ll wager the sun’s on the rise.
It must be nearly dawn.
We’re never going to reach the mountain, are we?
Not stuck in here, you’re not!
Bilbo!
There are guards nearby!
Not that way, down here.
Follow me.
This way.
Everyone, climb into the barrels,
quickly!
Are you mad?! They’ll find us!
Do as he says!
What do we do now?
Hold your breath.
Hold my breath?
What do you mean?
Go. Come on, let’s go.
Hold on!
Bilbo!
Take my arm!
Help!
Anything behind us?
Not that I can see.
Make for the shore!
Come on, let’s go!
Come on!
Do it again
and you're dead.
Excuse me, but, uh,
you’re from Laketown,
if I’m not mistaken?
That barge over there,
it wouldn’t be available for hire, by any chance?
What makes you think I would help you?
Those boots have seen better days.
As has that coat.
No doubt you have some hungry mouths to feed.
Come on, enough with the niceties.
What’s your hurry?
What’s it to you?
I would like to know who you are
and what you are doing in these lands.
We are simple merchants,
from the Blue Mountains,
journeying to see our kin
in the Iron Hills.
Simple merchants, you say?
I know where these barrels came from.
What of it?
I don’t know what business you had with the elves,
but I don’t think it ended well.
No one enters Laketown but by leave of the Master.
All his wealth
comes from trade with the Woodland Realm.
He will see you in irons before risking the wrath of King Thranduil.
Offer him more.
I’ll wager there are ways to enter that town unseen.
Aye.
But for that,
you will need a smuggler.
For which we will pay double.
Get your hands off me.
You didn’t see them,
they were never here.
The fish you can have for nothing.
Stay close!
Follow me.
What is this place?
This, Master Baggins,
is the world of Men.
Keep your heads down
and keep moving.
Quickly now.
Halt!
Come on. Move!
In the name of the Master of Laketown
I say halt!
Halt!
Stop them!
Get back!
Come here!
What's going on here?
Stay where you are. Nobody leaves.
Hey Braga.
Your wife would look lovely in this.
Keep it down!
As soon as we have the weapons,
we make straight for the mountain.
Go, go, go!
Run!
What is the meaning of this?
We caught ‘em stealing weapons, sire.
Enemies of the state, then.
This is a bunch of mercenaries if ever there was, sire.
Hold your tongue.
You do not know to whom you speak.
This is no common criminal.
This is Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror!
We are the dwarves of Erebor.
We have come to reclaim our homeland.
I remember this town and the great days of old.
Fleets of boats lay at harbor, filled with silks and fine gems.
This was no forsaken town on a lake!
This was the center of all trade in the North.
I would see those days return.
I would relight the great forges of the dwarves
and send wealth and riches flowing once more from the halls of Erebor!
Death!
That is what you will bring upon us.
Dragon-fire and ruin.
If you awaken that beast,
it will destroy us all.
You have no right,
no right to enter that mountain!
I have the only right.
I speak to the Master of the men of the Lake.
Will you see the prophecy fulfilled?
Will you
share
in the great wealth of our people?
I say unto you...
welcome!
Welcome and thrice welcome,
King under the Mountain!
If we’re to find the door before nightfall, we can risk no more delays.
This must be it.
The hidden door.
Right.
We have our key,
which means that somewhere,
there is a keyhole.
The last light of Durin’s Day
will shine upon the keyhole.
It's not here!
It's not here.
Powerful magic on it.
We’ve lost the light.
There’s no more to be done.
We had but one chance.
Erebor.
Thorin...
I know these walls...
...these halls...
...this stone.
You remember it, Balin.
I remember.
May the heart of the mountain unite all dwarves
in defense of this home.
The Arkenstone.
And what's that?
That,
Master Burglar,
is why you are here.
You want me
to find a jewel.
A large
white jewel.
You’ll know it when you see it.
Alright.
In truth, lad,
I do not know
what you will find down there.
You needn’t go if you don’t want to, there’s no dishonor in turning back.
No, Balin,
I promised I would do this,
and I think I must try.
Go now
with as much luck
as you can muster.
You're not at home.
Not at home.
Good.
Good, good, good.
Well,
thief,
I smell you.
I hear your breath.
I feel your air.
Where are you?
Come now,
don’t be shy.
Step into the light.
There is something about you,
something you carry.
Something made of gold,
but far more...
...PRECIOUSSSS.
There you are,
thief in the shadows.
I did not come to steal from you,
O Smaug the Unassessably Wealthy.
I merely wanted to gaze upon your magnificence,
to see if you really were as great as the old tales say.
I did not believe them.
And, do you you now?!!!
Truly,
the tales and songs fall utterly short
of your enormity, O Smaug the Stupendous.
Who are you,
and where do you come from?
I come from under the hill.
Underhill?
And under hills and over hills my path has led.
And, and, through the air.
I am he who walks unseen.
Impressive.
What else do you claim to be?
I am...
...luck-wearer.
Riddle-maker.
Lovely titles.
Go on.
Barrel-rider.
Barrels?
Now that is interesting.
And what about your little dwarf friends?
They sent you in here to do their dirty work while they skulk about outside.
Truly,
you are mistaken, O Smaug, Chiefest and Greatest of calamities.
You have
nice manners...
...for a thief
and a liar!
I know the smell and taste of dwarf.
No one better.
It is the gold!
They are drawn to treasure like flies to dead flesh.
Did you think I did not know this day would come,
when a pack of canting dwarves
would come crawling back to the mountain?!
The King Under the Mountain is dead.
I took his throne!
I ate his people
like a wolf among sheep.
I kill where I wish,
when I wish.
My armor is iron.
My teeth are swords!
My claws are spears!
My wings
are a hurricane!
I was just saying your reputation precedes you,
O Smaug the tyrannical.
Truly,
you have no equal on this earth.
I am almost tempted to let you take it,
if only to see Oakenshield suffer,
watch it destroy him,
watch it corrupt his heart and drive him mad.
But I think not.
I think our little game ends here.
You think you could deceive me,
Barrel-rider?
You have come from Laketown.
There is- is some sort of scheme hatched between these filthy dwarves
and those miserable cup-trading Lakemen.
Those sniveling cowards with their longbows and black arrows!
Perhaps it is time
I paid them a visit.
Oh, no.
This isn’t their fault!
Wait!
You cannot go to Laketown.
You care about them,
do you?
Good.
Then you can watch them die.
I am
fire.
I am
DEATH.
Dad!
Bain?! What are you doing?!
Why didn't you leave?! You were suposed to leave!
I came to help you.
No! Nothing can stop it now!
This might.
DAD!
Who are you
that would stand against me?!
Now that is a pity.
What will you do now,
Bowman?
You are forsaken.
No help will come.
A little to your left.
That's it.
What was that?
What happened?
It fell. I saw it.
It’s dead.
Smaug is dead!
By my beard!
I think he's right!
Look there!
The ravens of Erebor
are returning to the mountain!
Aye - Word will spread.
Before long
every soul in Middle-earth will know.
The dragon is dead!
Gold.
Gold beyond measure.
Beyond sorrow
and grief.
Behold - the great treasure hoard of Thror.
Welcome, my sister’s sons,
to the Kingdom
of EREBOR.
Any sign of it?!
Nothing yet.
Nothing here.
Keep searching!
That jewel could be anywhere!
The Arkenstone is in these halls
find it!
You heard him. Keep looking!
All of you!
No one rests until it is found!
What is that?
In your hand!
It-it's nothing.
Show me.
It...
I’m gonna plant it in my garden,
in Bag End.
That’s a poor price to take back to the Shire.
One day it’ll grow.
And everytime I look at it, I’ll remember
Remember everything that happened,
the good, the bad.
And how lucky I am that I made it home.
Thorin, I ...
Thorin,
survivors...from Laketown.
They are streaming into Dale.
There’s hundreds of them.
Call everyone to the gate.
To the gate! NOW!
I want this fortress made safe by sunup.
This mountain was hard won
I will not see it taken again.
The people of Laketown have nothing.
They came to us in need.
They have lost
everything.
Do not tell me
what they have lost.
I know well enough their hardship.
Those who have lived through dragonfire should rejoice.
They have much to be grateful for.
More stone!
Bring more stone to the gate!
Bard, we do not have enough.
Do want you can, Percy.
We need more water.
The children, the wounded and the women come first.
Morning, Alfrid.
What news from the night watch?
All quiet, sire, I must report.
Nothing gets past me.
Except an army of elves,
it would seem.
Come on!
Hail Thorin, son of Thrain!
We are glad to find you alive beyond hope.
Why do you come to the gates of the King under the Mountain armed for war?
Why does the King under the Mountain fence himself in?
My lord
We have not come to rob you,
but to seek fair settlement.
Will you not speak with me?
I’m listening.
On behalf of the people of Laketown,
I ask that you honor your pledge.
A share of the treasure so that they might rebuild their lives.
I will not treat with any man
while an armed host lies before my door.
My people offered you help.
And in return you brought upon them only ruin and death!
When did the men of Laketown come to our aid, but for the promise of rich reward?!
A bargain was struck!
A bargain?
What choice did we have but to barter our birthright for blankets and food?
To ransom our future in exchange for our freedom?
...Why should I honor such terms?
Because you gave us your word.
Does that mean nothing?
Be gone,
ere arrows fly!
What are you doing?
You cannot go to war.
This does not concern you.
Excuse me?!
But just in case you haven’t noticed, there is an army of elves out there.
And not to mention several hundred angry fishermen.
We-We are in fact outnumbered.
Not for much longer.
What does that mean?
It means Master Baggins,
you should never underestimate dwarves.
Master Baggins!
Come here.
You are going to need this.
Put it on.
This vest is made of silver steel
Mithril
it was called by my forebears.
No blade can pierce it.
I look absurd.
I’m not a warrior - I'm a Hobbit.
It is a gift.
A token of our friendship.
True friends are hard to come by.
I have been blind.
Now I begin to see.
I am betrayed!
Betrayed?
The Arkenstone...
...one of them has taken it.
Thorin...
...the quest is fulfilled.
You’ve won the mountain.
Is that not enough?
Betrayed by my own kin.
You...You made a promise...
to the people of Laketown.
Is-Is this treasure truly worth more than your honor?
This gold...
...is ours...
...and ours alone.
By my life
I will not part
with a single coin!
Not...
...one...
...piece of it!
I will put the next one between your eyes!
We've come to tell you,
payment of your debt
has been offered...
...and accepted.
What payment?
I gave you nothing!
You have nothing.
We have this.
They have the Arkenstone?
THE ARKENSTONE IS IN THIS MOUNTAIN!
IT IS A TRICK!
It-It’s no trick.
I gave it to them.
I took it as my fourteenth share.
You would steal from me?
Steal from you? No.
I may be a burglar, but I like to think I’m an honest one.
I’m willing to let it stand against my claim.
You have no claim over me.
You are changed, Thorin!
The dwarf I met in Bag End would never have gone back on his word!
Would never have doubted the loyalty of his kin!
Throw him from the rampart!
Do you hear me?
I will do it myself!
Curse you!
No!
Cursed be the Wizard that forced you on this Company!
If you don't like my burglar...
...then please don’t damage him.
You’re not making a very splendid figure
as King under the Mountain, are you?
Thorin, son of Thrain!
Never again will I have dealings with wizards...
Go.
Or Shire-rats!
Are we resolved?
The return of the Arkenstone for what was promised.
Why should I buy back
that which is rightfully mine?
Keep the stone.
Sell it.
Ecthelion of Gondor will give you a good price for it.
I will kill you!
By my oath I will kill you all!
Your oath means nothing!
I've heard enough.
Thorin!
Lay down your arms.
Open this doors.
This treasure will be your death...
Thorin...
...we can not win this fight!
Ironfoot.
Who is that?
He doesn’t look very happy.
It is Dain, lord of the Iron Hills,
Thorin's cousin.
Are they alike?
I always found Thorin
the more reasonable of the two.
Good morning!
How are we all?
Stand fast!
Come now, lord Dain!
Gandalf the Grey.
There is no need for war between dwarves, men and elves!
A legion of orcs march on the mountain.
Stand your army down!
I will not stand down before any elf!
Not least this faithless woodland sprite!
He’s clearly mad,
like his cousin!
You hear that, lads?!
Come forth my Armies!
The hordes of hell are upon us!
To battle!
To battle, sons of Durin!
I'm going over the wall!
Who's coming with me?
Stand down!
What?
Are we to do nothing?
I said
STAND DOWN!
Attack the city!
...but a treasure such as this...
...cannot be counted in lives lost...
...a sickness lies upon that treasure...
...the blind ambition of a mountain-king...
...AM I NOT THE KING...
...this gold...
...is ours...
...and ours alone...
...treasure...
...I will not part...
...with a single coin...
...I am not my grandfather...
...is this treasure truly worth more than your honor...
...I am not my grandfather.
I will not hide
behind a wall of stone, while others fight our battles for us!
No.
We are sons of Durin.
And Durin’s folk
do not flee from a fight.
To the King!
The dwarves!
They are rallying to their king!
Any men who want to give their last
follow me!
Dain!
What took you so long?!
There’s too many of these buggers, Thorin.
We’re going to take out their leader!
Azog.
Thorin!
You can not do this!
You're our King!
That is why I must do it.
And how do you plan to fight your way
single-handed to Ravenhill.
Hold tight, lads!
You're all mad bastards!
I like it!
May Durin save you all.
Eyes up, lads!
Hold on!
Wargs!
There's more coming!
We're pulling too much weight.
We won't make it.
Cut the tracers.
Ride them to Ravenhill.
Durin be with you, brother.
I am too old for this!
Onward!
Lead on!
We may yet survive this.
It's Thorin!
And Fili, Kili
and Dwalin.
Recall your company.
My lord!
Dispatch this force to Ravenhill.
The dwarves are about to be overrun.
Thorin must be warned.
By all means, warn him.
I have spent enough elvish blood
in defense of this accursed land.
No more.
Thranduil?
I'll go.
Don't be ridiculous.
You'll never make it.
Why not?
Because they will see you coming and kill you.
No, they won't.
It's out of the question.
I won't allow it.
I'm not asking you to allow it, Gandalf.
Stay here.
Search the lower levels.
I've got this.
Where is that orc filth?
Thorin.
Bilbo.
You have to leave here. Now.
Azog has another army attacking from the north.
This watchtower will be completely surrounded.
There'll be no way out.
We are so close.
That orc scum is in there.
I say we push on.
No.
That's what he wants.
He wants to draw us in.
This is a trap.
This one dies first.
Then the brother.
Then you, Oakenshield.
Run!
Here ends your filthy bloodline!
Kili!
Thorin!
Thorin! No.
Bilbo.
Don't move. Don't move.
Lie still.
I'm glad you are here.
I wish to part from you in friendship.
No.
You are not going anywhere, Thorin.
I would take back
my words and my deeds at the gate.
You did what only a true friend would do.
Forgive me.
I was too blind to see it.
I am so sorry,
that I have led you into such peril.
No, I'm... I'm glad to have shared in your perils, Thorin.
Each and every one of them.
It is far more
than any Baggins deserves.
Go back to your books.
And your armchair.
Plant your trees.
Watch them grow.
If more people...
...valued home...
...above gold...
This world
would be a merrier place.
Farewell...
No! No, no, no, no! No!
Thorin!
Thorin, don't you dare.
Thorin.
Thorin, hold on.
Hold on, please.
The eagles...
The eagles are here.
Thorin?
The ea...
The King is dead!
Long live the King!
There is to be a great feast tonight.
Songs will be sung.
Tales will be told.
And Thorin Oakenshield
will pass into legend.
I know that's how you must honor him.
But to me, he was never that.
He was...
Well, I think I'll slip quietly away.
Will you tell the others I said goodbye?
You can tell them yourself.
Uh, if any of you are ever passing Bag End,
tea is at four.
There's plenty of it.
You are welcome anytime.
The borders of the Shire.
It is here I must leave you.
That's a shame.
I quite like having a wizard around.
Seems they bring good luck.
You don't really suppose, do you,
that all your adventures and escapes
were managed by mere luck?
Farewell, Gandalf.
Farewell.
You are a very fine person, Mr. Baggins.
And I'm very fond of you.
But you're only quite a little fellow
in a wide world after all.