Subtitle by MarcoB.
My Dear Frodo.
You asked me once and I've told you everything you want to know about my adventures.
And while I got honestly said I've told you the truth.
I may not have told you all of it.
I'm old now, Frodo.
I'm not the same hobbit I once was.
I think it is time for you to know what really happened.
It began long ago.
In a land far away to the east.
The like of which you will not find in the world today.
There was a city of Dale. Its markets known far and wide.
Full of bounties of fine and veil. Peaceful and prosperous.
For this city lay before the doors of the greatest kingdom in middle earth.
Erebor. Stronghold of Thrór.
King under the mountain. Mightiest of the dwarf lords.
Thrór ruled with utter surety. Never doubting his house would endure.
For his line lay secure in the lives of his son and grandson.
Ah Frodo, Erebor.
Built deep within the mountain itself, The beauty of this fortress city was legend.
Its wealth lay in the earth.
In precious gems, humed from rock, and in great seams of gold,
Running like rivers through stone.
The skill of the dwarves was unequaled.
Fashioning objects of great beauty .
Out of diamond, emerald, ruby and sapphire.
Ever they go deeper, down into the dark.
And that is where they found it.
The heart of the mountain.
The Arkenstone.
Thrór name it 'The King's Jewel'.
He took it as a sign, a sign of his right to rule as divine.
all will pay homage to him, even the great elven king Thranduil.
But the years of peace and plenty were not to last.
Slowly the days turned sour, and the watchful nights closed in.
Thrórs love of gold had grown too fierce.
a sickness had begun to grow within him.
It was a sickness of the mind.
and where sickness thrives, bad things will follow.
The first thing they heard was a noise like a hurricane coming down from the north.
The pines of the mountain creaked and cracked in the hot, dry wind.
Balin, sound the alarm.
Call out the Guard, Do it now! - What is it?
Dragon. Dragon!!!
He was a fire drake from the north.
Smaug had come.
Such wanton death was dealt that day.
For this city of men meant nothing to Smaug.
His eye were set on another prize.
For Dragons covet gold with a dark and fierce desire.
Erebor was lost.
For a dragon will guard his plunder, for as long as he lives.
Run for your lives! - Help us!
Thranduil would not risk the lives of his kin against the wrath of the dragon.
No help came from the elves that day.
Or any day since.
Robbed of their homeland, The Dwarves of Erebor wandered the wilderness.
A once mighty people brought low.
A young dwarf prince took work where he could find it, laboring in the villages of men.
But always he remembered the mountain smoke, beneath the moon.
The trees like torches blazing bright.
Where he had seen dragon fire in the sky like a city turned into ash.
and he never forgave and he never forgot.
That my dear Frodo, is where I come in.
For quite by chance and the will of a wizard...
fate decided that I would become part of this tale.
It began..well it began as you might expect.
In a hole in the ground there lived a Hobbit.
Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with worms and woozy smells.
It was a hobbit hole.
And that means good food, a warm hearth,
and all the comforts of home.
Thank you.
What's this? - That is private. Keep those sticky paws off.
It's not ready yet.
Not ready for what? - Reading.
What on earth are these? - Replies to the party invitations.
My goodness gracious. Is it today?
They all said they're coming, except Sackville Baggins, they're demanding you ask them in person.
Over my dead body.
There they'll probably find that quite agreable. They seem to think you have tunnels overflowing in gold.
It was one small chest. Hardly overflowing.
And it still smells of troll. - What on Earth are you doing?
Taking precautions.
You know I caught her making off with my silver once. - Who?
Lobelia Backful-Baggins.
She had all my spoons stuffed in her pocket.
Dreadful woman. Make sure you keep an eye on her as I ...
When I ...
When you're what?
It's nothing.
Really? Some people are beginning to wonder about you, uncle.
They think you're becoming odd. - Odd?
Unsociable. - Unsociable? Me? Nonsense.
Be a good lad and put that on the gate.
NO ADMITTANCE. EXCEPT FOR PARTY BUSINESS
Do you think he'll come? Who? Gandalf.
Oh, he wouldn't miss a change to lit up his wizz bottles.
He'll give us quite a show. you'll see.
All right then I'm off. To where? To the East farthing woods. I'm going to surprise him.
Go on then. You do not want to be late.
He doesn't approve of being late.
Not that I ever was. In those days I was always on time.
I was entirely respectable.
And nothing unexpected ever happened.
Good morning. - What do you mean?
Do you mean to wish me a good morning, or do you wish it is a good morning whether I want it or not?
Or perhaps you mean 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? - That remains to be seen.
I am looking for someone to share in an adventure.
An adventure?
No I don't imagine anyone west of Bree, would have much interested in adventures.
Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things.
You're late for dinner.
Good morning.
To think that I would have lived to be 'good morninged' by Belladonna Took's son ...
As if I was ever selling buttons at the door? - I beg your pardon?
You've changed. And not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins.
I'm sorry, do I know you? - Would you know my name, although you don't remember I belong here,
I'm Gandalf. And Gandalf means ...
Me.
Not Gandalf the wandering wizard, who made such excellent fireworks?
Old Took was always on midsummer night.
I had no idea you were still in business. - And where else should I be?
Well I'm, pleased to find you remember something about me.
Even if it's only my fireworks.
Well that's decided. It will be very good for you.
And most amusing to me. I shall inform the others.
Informing who? What? No. no wait.
We do not want any adventures here, thank you. Not today, not...I suggest
You try over the hill or across the water.
Good morning.
Dwalin at your service.
Bilbo Baggins, at your service.
Do we know each other? - No.
Which way laddie? - Is it down here? Is what down there?
Supper. He said there'd be food.
Lots of it. - He, he said? Who said?
Very good this. Any more? - What? Oh, yes, yes...
Help yourself.
It's just that um, I wasn't expecting company.
That'll be the door.
Balin at your service. - Good evening.
Yes, yes it is. Though I think it may rain later hm?
Am I late? - Late for what?
Oh! Haha! Evenin' brother.
Oh, by my beard, You were shorter and wider the last we met. - Wider, not shorter.
Sharp enough for both of us.
Excuse me, sorry, I hate to interrupt, the thing is, I'm not entirely sure you're in the right house.
Have you eaten? - It's not like I don't like visitors.
I like visitors as much as the next hobbit.
But I do like to know them before they come visiting.
What's this? - I don't know, it' supposed to be Cheese on blue.
It's riddled with mold. - The thing is I do not know either of you not in the slightest.
Not in the slightest. I don't mean to be blunt ...
but I have to speak my mind. I'm sorry.
Apology accepted. Oh now fill it up brother, don't stent.
Fili and Kili at your service. - You must be Mr. Baggins.
No, you can't not come in, You've come to the wrong house.
Has it been canceled? - No one has told us.
Nothing is canceled. - That's a relief.
Careful with these, I've just had them sharpened.
It's nice, this place. Did you do it yourself? - No, it's been in the family for years.
That's my mother's jewelry box, Please don't do that.
Fili and Kili, c'mon, give us a hand. - Mr. Dwalin. ha, ha...
Press yourselves in the hold We'll never get everyone in here.
Everyone? How many more are there? - Where do you want this?
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.
If this is some blothead's idea of a joke ...
I can only say it is in very poor taste!
Gandalf.
Excuse me, not my wine. Put that back, put that back.
Excuse me, excuse me, you got a cheese knife?
Cheese knife? He eats it by the block. - No, no, that's grandmama's Mu's chair.
Take it back pls., take it back. This is an antique. Not for sitting on.
Excuse me, Mr. Gandalf, May I tempt you with a cup of chammomile tea?
Oh, no thank you, Dori. Some red wine for me I think.
Fili and Kili.
Oin, Gloin, Dwalin, Balin.
Bifur, Bofur, Bombur. Dori, Nori ...
Not my prize tomatoes. - Ori.
Yes, you're right, Bifur.
We appear to be one dwarf short. - He is late is all.
He traveled north. To a meeting of our kin. He will come.
Mr. Gandalf, a little glass of red wine as requested.
It's got a fruity bouquet. - Ah, Cheers, ummm...
Catch.
Who wants an ale? Here you go.
Hear you go.
Excuse me that is a doily, not a dish cloth.
But it's full of holes. - Yes, it's supposed to look like that, it's crochet.
Oh a wonderful game it is too, if you've got the balls for it.
Big, bothersome, bunch of blokes these dwarfs. - My dear Bilbo, what on Earth is the matter?
What's the matter? I'm surrounded by dwarves.
It's quite a merry gathering, once you get used to them...
I don't want to get used to them. They stained up my kitchen, There's mud crawling on the carpet.
They pillaged the pantry. I'm not even going to tell you what they've done to the bathroom, they all but destroyed the plumbing.
I don't understand what are they doing in my house?
Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt, but what should I do with my plate?
Give it to me Ori.
Excuse me that's my mother's best plates. It's over a hundred years old!
And can you not do that. You'll bend them.
Hear that lads? He says we'll blunt the knives.
blunt the knives, bend the forks smash the bottles, and burn the corks
break the glasses, and crack the plates that's what Bilbo Baggins hates!
cut the cloth, trample the fat leave the milk on the bedroom mat,
throw milk on the bathroom floor
smash the wine on every door throw the jars in a boiling bowl
dip them down with a oily pole
when you're finished theres still are more
send them rolling in the hall
that Bilbo Baggins hates!
He is here.
Gandalf, I thought you said this place would be easy to find.
I lost my way twice, I wouldn't find it at all if not for that the mark on the door.
Mark? there's no mark on that door. It was just painted a week ago.
There is a mark. I put it there myself.
Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce the leader of our company...
Sorin Oakenshield.
So, this is the Hobbit.
Tell me Mr. Baggins have you done much fighting? Ax or sword?
What is your weapon of choice?
Well I have some skill with conkers. If you must know.
But I fail to see why that's relevant?
I thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar.
What news of the meeting in Ered Luin? Are they all come?
Aye, and once more Seven kingdoms.
What of the dwarves in the Iron Hills? They're stayin with us?
They will not come.
They say this quest is ours and ours alone.
You're going on a quest?
Bilbo, my dear fellow, let us have a little more light?
Far to the east, over ranges and rivers ...
Beyond woodlands and wastelands...
lies a single solitary peak.
The Lonely Mountain.
Aye, Oin has read the the portents, and the portents say, it is time.
Ravens have been seen flying back to the mountain, as it was foretold.
When the birds of yore return to Erebor ...
the reign of the beast will end.
Uh, What beast? - Oh that would be a reference to Smaug the Terrible.
Chiefest and greatest calamity of our age.
Airborne fire breather. Teeth like razors, claws like meat hooks,
extremely fond of precious metals. - Yes I know what a dragon is.
I'm not afraid. I'm up for it. I'll give him a taste of dwarfish iron right up his jacksies.
Sit down. - The task will be difficult enough with an army behind us.
But we number just thirteen. And not thirteen of the best ...
nor brightest. - Who are you calling dim?
What did you say? We may be few in number, but we're fighters, all of us.
To the last dwarf. - And we can win, we have a wizard in our company. Gandalf would have killed hundreds dragons in his time.
Well no, I would'nt say that. - How many then?
How many dragons have you killed?
Go on, give us a number.
No more!!!
If we have read these signs, do you not think others have read them too.
Rumors have begun to spread. The dragon Smaug has not been seen for 60 years.
Eyes look east to the mountain assessing. Wondering, weighing the risk.
Perhaps the vast wealth of our people now lies unprotected.
Do we sit back while others claim what is rightfully ours?
Or do we seize this chance to take back Erebor?!
You forget the front gate is sealed.
There is no way into the mountain. - That, my dear Balin is not entirely true.
How came you by this? - It was given to me by your father.
By Thráin, For safekeeping.
Ti's yours now.
If there is a key, there must be a door.
These runes speak of a hidden passage to the lower halls.
It's another way in. - But if we can find it, the doors are invisible and closed.
The answer lies hidden somewhere in this map. Now I do not have the skill to find it.
But there are others in Middle-earth who can.
The task I have in mind will require a great deal of stealth, and no small amount of courage.
But if you are careful and clever, I believe that it can be done.
That's why we need a burglar. - Hmm, and a good one too.
An expert, I'd imagine. - And are you?
Am I what? - He said he's an expert.
Me? No. No, no, no, me, I'm not a burglar. I've never stolen a thing in my life.
I'm afraid I'll have to agree with Mr. Baggins. He is hardly burglar material.
Aye the wild is no place for gentle folk who can neither fight or fend for themselves.
It's okay he's just fine. - I'll fight.
Enough. When I say Bilbo Baggins is a burglar, then a burglar he is.
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 unknown to him, which gives us a distinct advantage.
You asked me to find the 14th member of our company.
And I have chosen Mr. Baggins. There's a lot more to him than appearances suggest.
And he has a great deal more to offer, than any of you know.
Including himself.
You must trust me on this.
Very well, we'll do it your way. No,give him the contract.
It's just the usual summary of out of pocket expenses. time required, renumeration,
Funeral Arrangements, so forth.
Funeral Arrangements?
I can not guarantee his safety. - Understood.
Nor will I be responsible for his fate.
Agreed.
Terms: cash on delivery. Payment up to but not exceeding one-fourteenth of all profit if any, seems fair.
Present company shall not be held liable for injuries ...
inflicted by, but not limited to...lacerations.
Incineration.
Incineration? - Oh Aye, he'll gnaw off the flesh from your bones in a blink of an eye.
You alright laddie?
I feel a bit faint. - Think furnace with wings.
I, I, I need air. - Flash of light, searing pain and puff you're nothing but a burning pile of ash.
No ... - You're very helpful, Bofur.
I'll be alright just let me sit quietly for a moment. - You've been sitting quietly for far too long.
Tell me, When did doileys and your grandmother's dishes become so important to you?
I remember a young hobbit, who always was running of in search of elves in the woods.
He'd stay out late, come home after dark, trailing mud and twigs and fireflies.
A young hobbit who would like nothing better than to find out what was outside the borders of the Shire.
The world is not in your books and maps.
It's out there.
I can't just go running off into the blue.
I am a Baggins of Bag End.
You are also a Took.
Did you know that your great, great great, great-uncle Bullroarer Took was so large...
he could ride a real horse? Yes, well he could.
In the Battle of Greenfields he charged the goblins ranks he swung his club so hard it knocked
the goblin king's head clean off and it sailed a hundred yards through the air until it
fell and went down into a rabbit hole.
Thus the battle is won and the game of golf invented at the same time.
I do believe you made that up. - Well all good stories deserve embellishment.
You'll have a tale or two 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.
That's what I thought.
Sorry, Gandalf. I can't sign this.
You got the wrong hobbit.
It appears we have lost our burglar.
Probably for the best. The odds were always against us.
After all, what are we?
Merchants, miners, tinkers and toy makers.
Not with the stuff of legend. - There are a few warriors amongst us.
Old warriors.
I would take each and every one of these dwarves over an army from the iron Elves.
For when I called upon them they answered.
Loyalty, honor, a willing heart.
Who can ask more than that?
You dont have to do this. You have a choice.
You've done honourbly by our people.
You have built a new life for us in the Blue Mountains.
A life of peace and plenty.
A life that is worth more than all the gold in Erebor.
From my grandfather to my father, this has come to me.
They dreamt of the day that the dwarves of Erebor would reclaim their homeland
There is no choice, Balin.
Not for me.
Then we are with you laddie.
We'll go see it done.
Far away the misty mountains call
to dungeons deep
and caverns old
we must away ere break of day
to find our long forgotten gold
the pines were roaring
on the height
the winds where moaning
in the night
the fire was red
it flaming spread
the trees like torches
it blazed with light
Hello?
Thorin, SON OF THRAIN WITNESS: BALIN THE SON OF FUNDIN
BURGLAR
Mr. Bilbo, where are you off to? - Don't stop me I'm already late.
Late for what? - I'm going on an adventure!
I told you, Do not waste time with the hobbit.
Whose idea was it anyway? - Wait.
Wait. - Whoa
I signed it.
Everything appears to be in order.
Welcome, Master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield.
Give him a pony. - No,no,no that won't be necessary.
I'm sure I can keep up on foot here, I've done my share of that, walking holidays you know.
Even Went as far as frogmorton once.
Hey Nori, here ya are..
What's that about?
Oh, they took wages on whether or not you would turn up.
Most of them bet that you wouldn't
And what did you think?
My dear fellow, I never doubted you for a second.
Horsehair, I'm allergic.
Wait. Stop.
We have to turn around. - What on earth is the matter?
I've forgot my handkerchief. - Here, use this.
Move along.
You have to manage without pocket handkerchiefs ...
and a good many other things Bilbo Baggins. before we reach our journey's end
You were born to the rolling hills and little rivers of the Shire.
But home is now behind you.
The world is ahead.
Good girl.That's a good girl.
That is our secret, Myrtel. You must tell no one.
What was that? - Orcs.
Orcs? - Throat cutters. There'll be dozens of them out there.
The lowlands are crawling with them. - They strike on the wee small hours when everyone's asleep.
Quick and quiet. No screams, only lots of blood.
You think that's funny?
YOu think a night raid by orcs is a joke?
We didn't mean anything by it.
No, you didn't. You know nothing of the world.
Don't mind him laddie.
Thorin has more cause than most. to hate Orcs.
After the dragon took the Lonely Mountain ...
King Thrór tried to reclaim the ancient dwarf kingdom of Moria.
But our enemy had got there first.
Moriah had been taken by legions of Orcs ...
led by the most vile of all their race.
Azog the Defiler.
The giant Gundabad Orc had sworn ...
to wipe out the line of Durin.
He began by beheading the king.
Thráin, Thorins father was mad with grief.
He went missing taken prisoner or killed. We did not know.
We were leaderless.
Defeat and death were upon us.
That is when I saw him.
A young dwarf prince facing down the pale ork.
He stood alone against this terrible foe.
His armor rent wielding nothing but an oaken branch as a shield.
Azog the Defiler learned that day ...
that the line of Durin would not so easily broken.
Our forces rallied and drove the Orcs back.
Our enemy had been defeated.
But there was no feast. Nor song that night.
For our dead were beyond the count of grief.
We few had survived.
And I thought to myself then ...
there is one who I could follow.
There is one I could call king.
And the pale orc ...
what has happened to him? - He slunk back into his hole whence he came.
That filth died of his wounds long ago.
Mr. Gandalf, can you do something about this deluge?
It's raining master dwarf. And it will continue to rain until the rain is done.
If you wish to change the weather of the world, you should find yourself another wizard.
Are there any? What? Other wizards? - There are five of us.
The greatest of our Order is Saruman the White.
Then there are the two blue wizards.
You know I've quite forgotten their names.
And who is the fifth? - That would be Radagast, the Brown.
Is he a great wizard or is he more like you?
I think he's a very great wizard. In his own way.
He is a gentle soul, who prefers the company of animals to others.
He keeps a watchful eye over the vast forest lands, to the east.
And I won't say too, where always evil will look to find their foothold in this world.
Not good. Not good at all.
Sebastian.
My good gracious.
Move back. Give him some air for goodness sake.
I do not understand why it's not working.
It's not as if it's witchcraft.
Witchcraft ...
Oh, but it is.
A dark and powerful magic.
Where in this good earth did those vile creatures come from?
The Old Forest? Show me.
We camp here for the night. Fili and Kili, look after the ponies.
Make sure you stay with them.
A farmer and his family used to live here.
Oin and Gloin, get a fire going.
I think it would be wiser to move on.
We can make for the hidden valley.
I told you already, I will not go near that place.
Why not? The Elves could help us. We could get food, rest, advice.
We do not need their advice.
We have a map that we cannot read. Lord Elrond could help us.
Help?
A dragon attacks Erebor, what help came from the Elves?
Orcs plunder Moria desecrate our sacred halls.
The elves looked on and did nothing.
You ask me to seek out the very people, who have betrayed my grandfather and betrayed my father.
You are neither of them.
I did not give you that metal key for you to hold on to the past..
I did not know that they were yours to keep.
Everything all right? Gandalf? Where are you going?
Seek the company of the only one around here whose got any sense.
Who that? - Myself! Mr. Baggins.
I'm had enough of dwarves for one day.
Go on, Bombur. We're hungry. - Is he coming back?
It's been a long time. - OI, Gandalf, he's a wizard. He does as he chooses.
Here, do us a favor, Give this to the lads. Stop it. You've had plenty.
What's the matter? - We're suppose to be looking after the ponies.
Only we've encountered a slight problem. - We had 16.
But now there's 14.
Dazy and Bumbo are missing. - Well that's not good.
And that is not good at all. - Shouldn't we tell Thorin?
No, there's no need, as our official burglar we thought might like to look into it.
Look, something big uprooted these trees.
That's what we thought too. - Something very big and possibly quite dangerous.
Hey, there's a light.
Here.
Stay down.
What is it? - Trolls.
He's got Magen and Mindy.
I think their gonna eat them, we have to do something. - Yeah, 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 and once like a brown owl.
Twice like a brown owl, and ... are you sure this is a good idea?
Mutton yesterday.mutton today.
And Blog if it don't look like mutton again tommorrow. - Quit your griping.
These ain't sheep. These is west neds.
I don't like horses. Never have. Not enough fat on em.
Well, it's better than that livery old farmer.
All skin and bones he was, am still picking bits of 'im out of me teeth.
Lovely that is, a floater. - might improve the flavor.
Oh, wll there's more where that came from. - Oh no you don't.
Sit down.
I hope your gonna gut these next. - But I like the stinky parts.
Ow! I said sit down.
I'm starving. are we having horse tonight or what?
Shut you cake hole. You'll eat what I give ya.
How come he's the cook? Everything tastes the same.
Everything tastes like chicken. - Except the chicken, tastes like fish.
I'm just saying. A little appreciation would be nice.
"Thank you very much Bert, lovely Stew Bert". "How hard is that?
Just needs a sprinkle of squirrel grog.
That's my grog.
Sorry.
Oh, that is beautifully balanced.
That is. Wrap your nose around that. Nice, ey? Hold it in.
That's why I'm the cook.
My guts are grumbling. I've got to snack on something. Flesh.
I need flesh.
Look whats come out of me nose, Bert.
It's got arms and legs and everything. - What is it?
I don't rather like it and it looks weird.
What are you then? An oversized squirrel?
I'm a burglar. A Hobbit. - A burglar hobbit?
Can we cook him? - We can try.
He wouldn't make more than a mouthful, when it is skinned and boned.
Drax, there may be more those hobbits around these parts. might be enough for a pie.
Get him. - It's too quick.
Why you little. Gotcha!
Are there any more of you little fellas hiding where you shouldn't? -No.
He's lying. - I'm not.
Hold his toes over the fire, make him squeal.
Drop him! - You what?
I said, drop him.
Put them in the bags.
Bilbo. - No.
Lie down your arms, or we will rip his off.
Why we bother cooking him?
Let's just sit on him and crush him into jelly.
They should be sauteed and grilled with a sprig of sage.
That does sounds quite nice.
Never mind the seasoning. We ain't got all night.
Dawn ain't far away, let's get a move on. I don't fancy being turned to stone.
Wait, you are making a terrible mistake.
You can reason with them. They're half-wits. - Half-wits? Does than mean us?
I meant with the seasoning.
What about the seasoning? - Have you smelled them?
Your gonna need something stronger than sage before you plate this one up.
Traitor. - What do you know about cooking dwarfs?
Shut up. Let the flurbur burgler hobbit talk.
The secret to cooking dwarf is um ...
Yes, c'mon, tell us the secret. - I'm telling you the secret is ...
To skin them first.
Tom, get me filleting knife.
I'll get you! I won't forget that! What a load of rubbish.
I rune them better with their skins on. Swallow then I say, boots and all.
He's right. nothing wrong with a bit of raw dwarf.
Delicious and crunchy. - Not that one. He's infected.
You what? - He's got worms in his...tubes.
In fact they all have. They are infested with parasites it's a terrible business.
I wouldn't risk it. I really don't. - Did he say parasites?
We don't have parasites.
I've got parasites as big as my arms. - I've got the biggest parasites, I've got huge parasites
Yes I'm riddled, yes we are.
What would you have us do then?
Let em all go? -Well... You think I don't know what you're up to.
This little ferret is taking us for fools.
Ferret? - Fools?
The dawn will take you all!
Who's that? - No Idea, can we eat 'im too?
Oh, get your foot out of my mouth.
Where did you go to if I may ask? - To look ahead.
What brought you back? - Looking behind.
Nasty business. Still though you're all in one piece. - No thanks to your burglar.
He had the sense to play for time. None of the rest of you thought of that.
They must have come down from the Etonwoods.
Since when has mountain trolls ventured this far south?
Not since the ages.
I sense a darker power rules these lands.
They could not have moved in daylight.
There must be a cave nearbye.
What that stench? - It's a troll hole.
Be careful what you touch.
It's a shame to leave out everything.
Anyone can take it. - Agreed. Nori.
Get a shovel.
These swords are not made by any troll.
Nor were they made by any smith among men.
These were forged in Gondor, by the high elves of the first age.
You could not wish for a finer blade.
We're leaving a long term deposit. - Let's get out of this foul place.
C'mon let's go.
Here, this is about your size.
I can't take this. - The blade is of elvish make,
This means it will glow blue when Orcs and 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 not knowing how to take a life ...
but when to spare one.
Something's coming. -Gandalf, - Stay together.
Hurry now. To arms.
Thieves. Fire. Murder.
Radagast.
Radagast the Brown.
What on Earth are you doing here? - I was looking for you Gandalf. Something's wrong.
Something's terribly wrong. - Yes?
Just give me a minute. I had a thought, but now I've lost it.
It was right there on the tip of my tongue.
Oh, it's not a thought a all. It is an old ...
stick insect.
The Greenwood is sick, Gandalf. A darkness has fallen over it.
Nothing grows anymore at least nothing good.
The air is foul with decay, but worst are the webs.
Webs? What do you mean? - Spiders, Gandalf.
Giant ones. Some kind of spawn of Ungoliant.
Ran off a wizard.
I followed their trail. They came from Dol Guldur.
Dol Guldur? But the old fortress is abandoned.
No, Gandalf.
Tis not.
A dark power dwells in there. Such as I have never felt before.
It is a shadow of an ancient horror.
One that can summon the spirits of the dead.
I saw him, Gandalf.
Out of the darkness, a necromancer has come.
Quick, quick, quick.
Wait for me.
Sorry. - Try this old tootie.
It helps with your nerves.
And out.
Now. The necromancer? Are you sure?
That is not from the world of the living.
Was that a wolf? Are there wolves out there? - Wolves. No, that is not a wolf.
Warg scouts. Which means an Ork pack is not far behind.
Ork pack?
Who did you tell about your quest? Beyond your kin. - Nobody.
Who did you tell? - No one, I swear.
What in Durin's name is going on? - We're being hunted.
We have to get out of here.
We can't, we have no ponies. They bolted.
I'll draw then off.
They are Gundabad-Wargs. They will outrun you.
These are Rhosgobel rabbits. I'd like to see them try.
Come and get me.
Come on.
Stay together.
No, Ori no, Go Back.
Come quickly,c'mon.
Where are you leading us?
Move. - Run!
There they are.
This way. Quickly.
There's more coming. - Kili, Shoot them!
We are surrounded.
Where is Gandalf? - He's abandoned us.
Hold your ground.
Kili.
This way you fools. - Come on, move.
In here, all of you.
Go, go, go.
Nine, ten ...
Kili.
Elves.
I can not see where the pathway leads. Do we follow it or not?
Follow, of course.
I think that might be wise.
The valley of Imladris.
In common tongue it's known by another name. - Rivendell.
Here lies the last holy house, east of the Sea.
Was this your plan all along? To seek refuge with our enemy.
You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield.
The only ill will to be found in this valley, is that which you bring yourself.
Do you think the elves Will give our quest their blessing?
They will try to stop us.
Of course they will, but we have questions that need to be answered.
If we are to be successful, this needs to be handled with tact and respect.
And no small degree of charm.
Which is Why do you leave the talking to me.
Mithrandir. - Ah, Lindir.
Be on your guard.
- I must speak to Lord Elrond.
Lord Elrond is not there. - Not here?
Where is he?
In formation. Connect the rows.
Gandalf. - Lord Elrond.
Strange for orcs to come so close to our borders.
Something or someone has drawn then near.
Ah, that may have been us.
Welcome, Thorin, son of Thrain.
I do not believe we have met. - You have your grandfather's bearing.
I knew Thror, who reigned under the mountain. - Indeed, he never mentioned you.
What does he say? Does he offer us insults?
No, master Gloin. He's offering you food.
Ah well, in that case, lead on.
Try it. Just a mouthful. - I don't like green food.
Where's the meat? - Do you think they eat chips?
Kind of you to invite us.
I'm not really dressed for dinner. - But you never are.
This is Orcrist, the Goblin cleaver.
The famous blade forged by the high elves of the West.
My Kin.
May it serve you well. And this is Glamdring.
The "foe hammer". Sword of the King of Gondolin.
I wouldn't bother with that kid.
Swords are named after the great deeds they do in war.
What are you saying? My sword hasn't seen battle?
I'm not actually sure it's a sword? More of a letter opener, really.
How did you come by these?
We found them in a troll hole, by the great east road.
Shortly before we were ambushed by orcs.
And what were you doing on the great east road?
Our Business is no concern of elves.
For goodness sake, Thorin show him see the map. - It is the legacy of my people.
It is mine to protect. as are its secrets.
Save me from the stubbornness of dwarfs. Your pride will be your downfall.
You stand here in the presence of the few in Middle-earth who can read that map.
Show it to Lord Elrond.
Thorin no.
Erebor.
What is your interest in this map?
It's mainly academic.
As you know, this type of artifacts often contains hidden texts.
You still reading ancient dwarvish do you not?
Minas Ithil.
Maanrunen. - Oh, yes, of course.
Easily to miss.
In this case that is true. Maanrunen can just read ...
by the light of a moon same shape and season ...
on the day on which they were written.
Can you read them?
These runes were written on a midsummer eve ...
by the light of a crescent moon, nearly 200 years ago.
It seems you were meant to come to Rivendell.
Fate is with you, Thorin Oakenshield. The same moon shines upon us tonight.
"Stand by the gray 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 dwarfs new year.
When the last moon of autumn, and the first sun of winter ...
appear in the sky together. That is ill news.
The summer is passing. Durin's Day will soon be upon us.
We still have time. - Time for what?
To find the entrance.
We have to be standing at exactly the right spot at exactly the right time.
Then and only then, can the door can be opened.
So this is your purpose, to enter the mountain? - What of it?
There are some who would not deem it wise.
What do you mean?
You're not the only guardian to stand watch on Middle-earth.
Bombur.
With or without our help, these dwarves will march on the mountain.
They're determined to reclaim their homeland.
I do not believe Thorin Oakenshield feels
he's answerable to anyone ...
or for that matter am I.. - It is not me you must answer to.
Lady Galadriel. - Mithrandir.
I had no idea that Lord Elrond had sent for you.
He didn't, I did.
Saruman. - You've been busy of late, my friend.
Tell me, Gandalf ...
did you think these plans and schemes of yours would go unnoticed?
Unnoticed?
No. I'm simply doing what I think is right.
The dragon has long been on your mind.
That's true, My Lady. Smaug owes allegiance to no one.
But if he should side with the enemy, a dragon can be used for terrible things.
What enemy? Gandalf the enemy is defeated.
Sauron is vanquished. He can never regain his full strength.
Gandalf. For 400 years we've lived in peace.
A hard won watchful peace.
Are we? Are we at peace?
Trolls have come down from the mountains they are raiding villages, destroying farms.
Orcs have attacked us on the road. - Hardly a prelude to war.
You always meddle. Looking for trouble where none exists.
Let him speak.
There is something at work beyond the evil of Smaug.
Something much more powerful.
We can remain blind to it, but it will not be ignoring us. That I can promise you.
A sickness lies over the Greenwood. The woodsmen now call it Mirkwood.
And this, they say ...
Well, Don't stop now. Tell us what the woodsmen say.
They speak of a necromancer living in Dol Guldur.
A sorcerer who summons the dead. - That's absurd.
No such power exist in this world.
This Necromancer is nothing more than a mortal man.
A conjurer dabbling in black magic. - And so I thought too.
But Radagast has seen him. - Radagast.
Do not speak me about Radagast the Brown. He's a foolish fellow.
Well, he's odd I grant you. and lives a solitary life.
It's not that, it's his excessive consumption of mushrooms.
It's addled his brain and yellowed his teeth.
I warned him. It is unbefitting of one of the Istari one with the wood ...
You carry something.
It came to you from Radagast.
He found it in Dol Guldur. - Yes.
Show me.
What is that?
A relic of Mordor.
A Morgul blade.
Made for the Witch-king of Angmar.
And buried with him.
When Angmar fell ...
The men of the north took his body along with his possessed ...
and sealed in the high fallows of Rhudaur.
Deep within the rock they buried him.
In a tomb so dark it would never come to light.
This is not possible.
A powerful spell lies upon those tombs they cannot be opened.
What proof do you have that this weapon came from Angmars grave?
I have none. - Because there is none.
Let us examine what we know.
A single Orc camp has dared to cross the Bruinen.
A dagger from a bygone age has been found.
And a human sorcerer, who calls himself the Necromancer ...
has taken up residence in a ruined fortress.
It's not so very much after all.
The question of this dwarvish company rather troubles me deeply.
I am not convinced, Gandalf. I do not feel I can condone such a quest.
If they'd come to me, I could have spared them this disappointment.
I will not pretend to understand your reason ...
They are leaving?
Yes.
You knew.
My Lord Elrond. The dwarves, they're gone.
Be on your guard. We're about to step over the edge of the wild.
Balin. You know these paths, lead on. - Alright.
Master Baggins. I suggest you keep up.
You will follow them? - Yes.
You are right to help Thorin Oakenshield.
But I fear this quest has set in motion forces we do not yet understand.
The riddle of the Morgul blade must be answered.
Something moves in the shadows unseen, hidden from us and will not show itself.
Not yet. But everyday it grows in strength.
You must be careful. Yes...
Mithrandir.
Why the halfling? - I don't know.
Saruman believes that it is only great power that can hold evil in check.
But that is not what I have learned.
I've found that it is the small things.
Everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keeps the darkness at bay.
Simple acts of kindness and love.
Why Bilbo Baggins?
Perhaps it is because I'm afraid.
And he gives me courage.
Do not be afraid, Mithrandir.
You are not alone.
It looks like shelter. - Be on guard!
This is not a thunderstorm. It's a thunder battle.
Look.
Well bless me. The legends are true. Giants.
Stone Giants.
Take cover you fools!
Fili take my hand.
Look out!
No.
No. Fili.
We're alive.
Where is Bilbo? - Where's the Hobbit?
There.
Take my hand. Bilbo!
Get back.
Get him.
I thought we 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 in the back caves in the mountain and be certain it's 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 have to wait in the mountains until Gandalf finds us.
That was the plan. - Plans change.
Bofur, Take the first watch.
Where do you think you're going?
Back to Rivendell. - No, no, you can't turn back now.
You're part of the company. You're one of us.
Oh am I ?
Thorin said I should never have come. and he was right.
You're a Took and I'm a Baggins. I did not know what I was thinking.
I should have never run out my door. - Your homesick, I understand.
No, you don't, you don't understand.
None of you do. you're dwarves. You're used to this life.
Living on the road never settling in one place not belonging anywhere.
I'm sorry, I didn't, uhm...
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. Wake up!
Beware.
Get back.
Who dares armed within to come into my kingdom?
Spies? Thieves? Murderers?
Dwarves, Your Highness. - Dwarves?
We found them at the door. - Do not stand there. Search them.
Each bag and opening.
What are you doing here? Speak.
Well, if they do not talk, let them scream.
Bring the Mangler. Bring the Bones Breaker.
Start with the youngest. - Wait.
Well, well, well, look who it is.
Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror.
King under the mountain.
Oh, but I'm forgot, you don't have a mountain and you're not a king.
Which makes you "nobody" really.
I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head.
Just the head. Nothing attached.
Perhaps you know of whom I speak...
An old enemy of yours.
A pale orc astride a white Warg.
Azog the Defiler was destroyed.
He was slain in battle long ago.
So you think he's defiling days are done do you?
Send word to the pale ork. Tell him I have found his prize.
Gollum. Gollum!
Nasty Goblinses.
Better than the old bones, precious Better than nothing.
Too many bones this is. Not enough flesh.
Shut up. Cut its skin off. Feed of its head.
The cold nights. It bites our head.
It gnaws our feet.
The rocks and stones are like old bones. All so bear of meat.
Cold as death, without no breath, but it's good to eat.
Bless us, it splashes precious. That a meaty mouthful.
Gollum, Gollum.
Stand back, stand back. I'm warning you.
Don't come any closer.
It's got elf fish blade, but it's not an elfs.
No, not an elfs no... What is it, precious?
What is it?
My name is Bilbo Baggins. - Bagginses?
What is a Bagginses precious?
I'm a hobbit of the Shire.
Oh we like Goblinses, bats'es and fishes, but we hasn't tried Hobbitses before.
Is it soft? Is it juicy? - Now, now...
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 Oh, we knows...
We knows a safe paths for Hobbitses. Safe paths in the dark.
Shut up. - I did not say anything.
I wasn't talking to you. And yes we was precious, we was.
I do not know what your game is, but I ... - Games.
We love games, doesn't we precious? Does it have games? Does it, does it?
Does it like to play?
Maybe.
What has roots that nobody sees?
Is taller than trees ... Up, up, up it goes.
and yet never grows?
The mountain. Oh, yes, yes...
Let's have another one. Do it again, doi it agin, ask us.
No, no more riddles.
Finish him off, finish him now.
No! No, no, I want to play.
I want to play. Baggins see you are very good at this.
So why don't we have a game of riddles?
Yes, just, just, just you and me.
Yes, just us.
Yes, yes, and if I win ...
You show me the way out.
And if it loses? What then?
If it loses, precious, we will eat it.
If Baggins loses we eats it all.
Fair enough.
But Baggins first.
30 White horses on a red hill.
First jump, then they stomp, and then they stand still.
Teeth? Teeth!
That's right precious.
But we only nine.
Our turn. Voiceless it cries.
Wingless flutters. Toothless bites.
Mouthless mutters.
Just a minute.
We knows, we knows. Shut up.
Wind. It's wind. Of course it is.
Very clever Hobbitses. Very clever.
A box without hinges, key, or lid.
Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
No ...
Box. Lid. Key - Well?
It's nasty.
Give up? - Give us a chance precious, give us a chance.
Eggses.
Right, plenty little eggses.
Grandma 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 pls. I gave you a good long one.
Beast? I don't know this one.
Is it tasty?
Is it scrumptious? - Let me think.
It's stuck.
Bagginses is stuck.
Time's up.
Time. The answer is 'time'.
Actually is wasn't that hard. - Last question.
Last chance.
Ask us.
- Yes, yes, alright.
What have I got in my pocket?
That's not fair.
It's against the rules.
Ask us another one. - No, no, you said, ask me a question.
Well, that is my question. What have I got in my pocket?
Three guesses precious, give us three.
Three guesses, very well. Guess away.
Handsis. - Wrong. Guess again.
Fish. Goblins' Teeth? White Mouse, Bats' Wings.
Knife. NO, shut up. - Wrong again. Last guess.
String. Or nothing.
Two guesses at once, wrong both times.
So...
C'mon, 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 pocketsis?
That's no concern of yours. You lost.
Lost?
Lost.
Where is it?
No.
Lost. Precious, it splashes.
My precious . It is, is lost...
What have you lost? - Not his business,not his business. No...
Gollum, gollum.
What has it got ...
in its nasty, little pocketsis?
He stole it.
Enemies are slaughtered the rest will we wrung
We will eat the rest from the branches are hung
and here they'll never 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.
Crush them. Eat them. Kill them.
Kill them all. Chop off his head.
Take up arms. Fight.
Fight!
He wields the force of our defeater..
Light in daylight.
Follow me. Quick.
Run!
Give us precious.
It's ours.
Thief.
Bagingses.
Pole!
Attack!
Cut the ropes!
C'mon quickly.
Jump.
You thought you could escape me?
What you gonna do now, wizard?
That'll do it.
Well, that could have been worse.
You've got to be joking.
Gandalf!
It's too many we can't fight them. - Only one thing will save us, daylight.
Run. Here. C'mon!
Wait, my precious. Wait.
Gollum.
Balingses. Thief.
Curse and crush it. We hate it forever!
Five, six, seven, eight ...
Bifur and Bofur. That is ten. And Fili and Kili. That was twelve.
And Bombur. That makes thirteen.
Where is Bilbo? Where is your Hobbit?
Where is your Hobbit?!
Curse that halfling.
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 thought of nothing but his soft bed and warm hearth ...
since he first stepped out of his door.
We will not be seeing our hobbit again. He is long gone.
No, he isn't.
I've never been so glad to see anyone in my life.
Bilbo, we've given you up. - How on earth did you get past the Goblins?
How indeed.
Well how does it matter. He's back.
It matters. I want to know.
Why did you come back?
I know you doubt me. I know you always have.
And your 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.
That's why I came back.
You don't have a home.
It was taken from you.
But I will help you take it back if I can.
From the frying pan... - Into the fire. Run, run!!!
Up into the trees, all of you. Bilbo climb.
They're coming.
Azog.
It cannot be.
Fili.
Mr. Gandalf. Help.
No.
Thorin.
Thorin?
The halfling? - Do not worry. Bilbo is here.
Quite safe.
You.
What were you doing? You nearly got yourself killed.
Did not I tell you would be a burden ...
and that you in the wilderness that you would not survive in the wild?
That you have no place amongst us.
I've never been so wrong in my life.
And I'm sorry I doubted you. - No, I would have doubted me too.
I'm not a hero or warrior.
Not even a burglar.
Is that what I think it is?
Erebor.
The Lonely Mountain.
The last of the great dwarf kingdoms of Middle-earth.
Our home.
A raven. The birds return to the mountain.
That, my dear friend, is a thrush.
And we'll take it as a sign, a good omen.
You're right. I do believe that the worst is behind us.