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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 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 the land far away to the east.
The light 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 are find and veil. Peacefull and prosperous.
For this city lay before the doors of the greatest kingdom in middle earth.
Erebor. Stonghold of Thrór.
King on the mountain. Mightiest of the dwarves lord.
Thrór ruled with authority. Never doubting his house with endure.
For his line live secure in the life of his son and grandson.
Ah, Frodo, Erebor.
Build deep with the mountain itself, The beauty of this fortress city was legend.
Its wealth lay the earth.
Imprecious gem, fumed from rock, and in great seems of gold,
Running like river through stone.
The skill of the dwarves was unequal.
Fashioning objects of great beauty .
Out of diamond, emerald, ruby and sapphire.
Ever they go deeper, down into the dark.
The fact is what they found it.
The heart of the mountain.
The Arkenstone.
Thrór name it 'The King's Jewel'.
He took it as his sign, a sign that is right to rule his divine.
Everyone expressed their respect, even the great elven king Thranduil.
But the years of peace and prosperity did not last long.
Slowly the days went by melancholy, and the darkness of the night fell.
Thrórs love for gold was become too large.
illness began to grow in him.
A disease of the mind.
where disease prevails, follow bad things.
The first thing she heard was the sound as a hurricane from the north.
The trees on the mountain creaked and creaked in the hot, dry wind.
Let the alarm sound, Balin.
Do it now. - What is it?
A dragon. Dragon.
It was a fire dragon from the north.
Smaug had come.
Death was mercilessly on that day.
The people city meant nothing to Smaug.
His eyes were focused on a different prey.
Dragons have a burning desire for gold.
Erebor was lost.
A dragon guards his prey, long as he lives.
Run for your life. - Help us.
Thranduil would the lives of his relatives not risk the wrath of the dragon.
There was no help from the elves that day.
Neither the days after.
Deprived of their homeland wandered The Dwarves of Erebor through the wilderness.
The once mighty nation was powerless and discouraged.
The young dwarf prince found work people in a village.
He never forgot the smoke from the mountain, in the moonlight.
trees, brightly shone like torches.
He had fire dragon in the sky and cities in ashes changed.
He never forgave and he never forgot.
And that, my dear Frodo, I come into the game.
By chance and the intervention a magician ...
decided the fate to get me involved in this story.
It started as you would expect.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.
It was not to, dirty, dirty, wet hole, filled with worms and odors.
It was a hobbithol.
And that means good food, a warm fire ...
and all the comforts of home.
Thank you.
What is this? - That's private. Away with those dirty paws.
It's not ready yet.
Ready for what? - In order to read it.
What is this? - Responses to invitations.
My goodness. Is it today?
Everyone has promised, except Buul-Baggins by you personally want to be invited.
Over my dead body.
There they will agree. They think you have gold in abundance.
It was a small treasure. Barely flowed.
And it still smells troll. - What are you doing?
I take precautions.
I saw her once caught with my silver. - Who?
Lobelia Buul-Baggins.
She had all my spoons in her pocket.
Horrible woman. Keep an eye on her as I ...
When I ...
If you know what?
Nothing.
People ask things upon you, uncle.
They think you are weird. - Strange?
Unsociable. - Unsociable? Nonsense.
Please put this at the gate.
NO ACCESS, EXCEPT FOR PARTY BUSINESS
Do you think he is? Gandalf.
He would not want to miss party where he can show his fireworks.
He shows us a great show. Wait and see.
In the Eastern Quarter forests. I want to surprise him.
Go. You do not want to be late.
He does not approve if you're late.
Not that I ever was too late. Then it was always on time.
I was very respectable.
never happened something unexpected.
Good morning. - What do you mean?
Do you wish me a good morning, or is it a good morning whether I want it or not?
Or perhaps you mean that you feel feel good this morning?
Or just say that this morning must be good?
All at once, I think.
Can I help you? - That remains to be seen.
I'm looking for someone an adventure to share.
An adventure?
Nobody west of Bree, is interested in adventures.
It is a disturbing and uncomfortable thing.
Then you'll be late for dinner.
Good morning.
Do you think I have lived for 'good morning' told by Belladonna Took's son ...
I like doorknobs sold? - Sorry?
You've changed. And not in your favor, Bilbo Baggins.
Do I know you? - You know at least my name.
I'm Gandalf. And Gandalf means ...
Me.
Not the wandering wizard, who makes beautiful fireworks?
Old Took was always on midsummer night.
I did not know you were alive. - Where else would I be.
I'm glad you Anything else you remember about me.
Even if it's just my fireworks.
That is decided. It will be very good for you.
And very nice to me. I will inform the others.
Informing? No.
We do not want any adventures. Not today ...
Try it on the other side of the hill or the other side of the water.
Good morning.
Dwalin at your service.
Bilbo Baggins, at your service.
Have we met? - No.
Is it down here? - What's down there?
Dinner. He said there would be food.
And very much also. - He said that? Who said that?
It tastes good. Is there more? - What is it?
Attacks increased.
I really was not expecting guests.
The doorbell rings.
Balin at your service. - Good evening.
Yes, that's it. It later rain.
Am I too late? - For what?
Good evening, brother.
You are shorter and wider than the previous time. - Wider, not shorter.
Sharp enough for both of us.
Sorry, I'm not sure if you in the right house.
Have you eaten? - I do not like guests.
I love just as much as any hobbit guests.
But I want them to know before they come to visit.
What is this? - Cheese, but it is very blue.
It is full of fungus. - I do not know any of you.
Not at all. I do not mean to be rude ...
but I must say what I have on my liver. I am sorry
Your apology is accepted. Fill it, brother.
Fili and Kili at your service. - You must be Mr. Baggins.
You can not come in, this is the wrong house.
Is it canceled? - No one has told us.
Nothing is canceled. - That's a relief.
Mind you, I've just cut.
Nice here. Did you build it yourself? - No, it's been in years in the family.
That's my mother's dowry. Please do not.
Give a hand, Fili and Kili. - Mr. Dwalin.
Arrange what otherwise fit not everyone here.
Anyone? How many are there? - Where do you want it?
Oh no. There's nobody home. Go bother someone else.
There are too many dwarves in my dining room.
If some goof pulls a joke ...
I must say it was a bad one.
Gandalf.
Not my wine. Put that back.
Not the jam. Sorry. - What a pile. Do you have a cheese grater?
Slicer? He eats a lot of cheese. - No, that's grandfather Mungo's chair.
Put it back. That is antique. You can not sit on it.
Sorry, Mr. Gandalf, Can I tempt you with a cup of chamomile tea?
No thanks, Dori. For me a glass of red wine.
Where are the tomatoes? - Kili and Fili.
Oin, Gloin, Dwalin, Balin.
Bifur, Bofur, Bombur. Dori, Nori ...
Not my prize tomatoes. - Ori.
Yes, you're right, Bifur.
There seems to be a dwarf to be missing. - He's late.
He traveled to the north. A family gathering. He'll be here.
Mr. Gandalf, a glass of red wine as requested.
It has a fruity bouquet. - Cheers.
Catch.
Who wants beer?
Please.
That's a coaster, no towel.
It is full of holes. - Yes, it's hooked.
Nice, if you like it.
Cursed that dwarfs. - What is it, dear Bilbo?
I am surrounded by dwarves. What to do here?
It is a happy meeting, once you're used to them.
Get used to them? They destroy my kitchen, make mess on the carpet.
They plunder the pantry. The toilet is destroyed.
What are they doing in my house?
Sorry to interrupt, but what should I do with my board?
Give it to me Ori.
That's my mother's china. It is over 100 years old.
Do not. You make them blunt.
Did you think, guys? He says that we blunt knives.
loosen the blade bone, bend the forks throwing the bottles broken, burnt corks
versplinter the glass, throw the dishes piece that's what Bilbo Baggins hates
cut the cloth, trample the fat pour the milk over the kitchen floor
bones we throw on the toilet floor
throw the wine on every door throw the jars in a boiling bowl
dip them down with a big stick
when you're done and there are still some very
let them roll in the hall
that Bilbo Baggins hates
He's here.
Gandalf, you said it was easy to find.
I have twice lost and found only because of the mark on the door.
There is no mark on the door. It is painted a week ago.
There is a marking. I placed myself there.
Bilbo Baggins, allows me the leader the company to propose ...
Oak Child Thorin.
So this is the Hobbit.
Do you have combat experience? Ax or sword?
What is your favorite weapon?
I have experience with pumpkins. If you want to know.
But why is it relevant?
I thought so. He looks more like a merchant than a burglar.
Any news of the meeting in Ered Luin? Are they all here?
Yes, all seven kingdoms.
What do the dwarves of the Iron Hills? Supports Dain us?
They do not.
They said it was our trip.
Are you going to make a trip?
Bilbo, my dear friend, may we have some more light?
Far to the east, over mountains and rivers ...
behind forests and wastelands ...
is a lonely mountaintop.
The Lonely Mountain.
Oin the signs read, and who say that it is time.
Raven flies back to the mountain, as predicted.
When the birds from the old days return to Erebor ...
will end the reign of the beast.
What beast? - Smaug the Terrible.
The most important and biggest disaster of our century.
Fly fire dragon. Teeth like razors and claws like meat hooks.
With a penchant for bullion. - I know what a dragon is.
I'm not afraid. I let him feel what dwarf steel. Thus in his rear.
Sit down. - The task is difficult enough with an army.
But we are only thirteen. And not thirteen of the best ...
nor the smartest. - What did you say?
Maybe we few, but we are all warriors.
Each dwarf here. - And Gandalf has 100 slain dragons.
No, I would not say. - How much?
How many dragons have you slain?
Say the number only.
Silence.
If these signs have read, others have also done.
Rumors spread al Smaug leaves are not seen for 60 years.
Eyes are on the east of the mountain. Surprised and weigh the risk.
The immense wealth of our people there is unprotected.
Let us allow others our rightful claim ownership?
Whether we seize this opportunity to Erebor to recapture?
You forget that the port is closed.
There are no other inputs. - That's not entirely true, Balin.
Who gave you that? - Your father gave it to me.
Thráin asked me to watch over it.
Now it's yours.
If there is a key, there must be a door.
According to these runes there is a hidden input in the lower parts.
Thus, there is a different input. - Dwarf doors are invisible.
The answer lies hidden in the map here but I can not find it.
There are others in Middle-earth who can.
The task I have in mind, requires cunning and a small part courage.
But if we are careful and smart, it can be done.
Therefore, we need a burglar. - Yes, and good.
An expert, I think. - Is that you?
What am I? - He said he's an expert.
I? No, I'm not a burglar. I've never stolen anything.
I agree with Mr. Baggins. He is definitely not a burglar.
The wilderness is no place for delicate people who can not fight or defend themselves.
It's okay. - I can fight.
That's enough. When I say that Bilbo Baggins a burglar, that he is.
Hobbits are very nimble. They may be invisible.
And the dragon was used to the smell of dwarves ...
the smell of a hobbit is unknown to him, and thus we are in favor.
You asked me for the 14th member of our Society to be found.
And I chose Mr. Baggins. Do not be fooled by his appearance.
He has more to offer, than you realize.
And he knows not himself.
Trust me on this.
We do what you say. Give him the contract.
It is the usual. Pocket money and stuff.
Hours. Funeral Arrangements and such.
Funeral Arrangements?
I can not guarantee his safety. - Roger that.
Nor am I responsible for his fate.
I agree.
Payment at delivery. Payment no later than the fourteenth.
No liability for injuries ...
inflicted, but limited to lacerations ...
Combustion.
Combustion? - He cites as the flesh from your bones.
Doing, kid?
I fall nearly fainted. - Think of a furnace with wings.
I need some air. - A flash of light. Burning pain and you're ash.
No ... - You're very helpful, Bofur.
Let me sit. - You've been quiet too long.
When his cloths and plates your mom's so important to you now?
I remember a young hobbit, who always was looking elves in the forest.
He came home after dark, muddy and surrounded by fireflies.
That young hobbit would love to know what is outside the gates of the Shire was.
The world does not exist in your books and maps.
That's out there.
I can not just walk away.
I am a Baggins of Bag End.
You're also a Took.
Did you know that your great-uncle Bullebas Took so big ...
that he could ride a real horse?
At the Battle of Groeneveld urged the rows with Orks and he hit so hard with his hammer ...
that the head of the Orkenkoning went off and 100 feet through the air flew ...
and fell into a rabbit hole.
Thus the battle is won and simultaneously invented the game of golf.
I thought that you had invented. - All good stories are exaggerated.
Soon you'll have yourself a lot of stories to tell, when you come back.
Can you promise me that I come back?
No. And when you come back, you will not be the same anymore.
I thought so
Sorry, Gandalf. I can not logon.
You got the wrong hobbit.
It seems that our burglar lost.
It is perhaps the best. The odds were always against us.
What are we after all?
Buy Men, miners, tinkers and toy makers.
Not really great heroes. - There are a few warriors among us.
Ancient warriors.
I prefer every dwarf top an army of Elves.
When I asked for help, they came.
Loyalty, honor and a willing heart.
What more can you ask?
You do not have to do. You have a choice.
You have our people reverence shown.
You have a new life for us in the Blue Mountains.
A life of peace and plenty.
A life that is much more worth than all the gold in Erebor.
This has been passed down from my grandfather to my father and now me.
They dreamed of the day that the dwarves of Erebor would reclaim their homeland
There is no choice, Balin.
Not for me.
Then we'll go with you, boy.
We go to the end.
over the misty mountains cold
into deep dungeons
and caverns old
we march at dawn
to our long-forgotten gold search
the pines rustled
on the high plains
the wind sighed
in the night
the fire was red
its flame spread
the trees like torches
flashing light
Hello?
Thorin, SON OF THRAIN WITNESS: BALIN THE SON OF FUNDIN
BURGLAR
Where are you going, Mr. Bilbo? - I'm late.
For what? - I'm going on an adventure.
I told you, Do not waste time with the hobbit.
Whose idea was that? - Wait.
Wait. - Stop.
I have signed.
Everything appears to be in order.
Welcome, Master Baggins, at the Society of Oak Child Thorin.
Give him a pony. - That's not necessary.
I can easily keep pace, for I have walked a lot.
Once all the way to Puitenlee.
Here, Nori. - Thank you, guys.
What was that?
They have bet or you would come.
Most said that you were not coming.
And what about you?
Dear husband, I never doubted you.
Horsehair, I'm allergic.
Wait. Stop.
We must return. - What the hell's going on?
I've forgotten my handkerchief. - Here, use this only.
Continue.
You have to manage without handkerchiefs ...
and many other things, for the trip is over, Bilbo Baggins.
You were born among the rolling hills and small streams of the Shire.
But your house is now behind you.
The world is for you.
Good girl.
That is our secret, Myrtel. Do not tell.
What was that? - Orcs.
Orcs? - Butchers. Thousands.
On the plains teeming with them. - They strike when everyone is asleep.
Quickly and quietly. No screaming, only so much blood.
You think that's funny?
Assailed by Orcs in the night is a joke?
We meant nothing.
No, you did not. You know nothing about the world.
Do not mind him.
Thorin has more reasons someone to hate the Orcs.
Then the dragon took the Lonely Mountain ...
King has tried Thrór the ancient dwarf kingdom to retake Moria.
But our enemy was already there
Moriah was occupied by legions of Orcs ...
led by the worst of all.
Azog the Defiler.
The giant Gundabad Orc swore ...
that he would wipe Durin'ns sex.
He began with the king to behead.
Thráin, Thorins father was mad with grief.
He disappeared, was captured or slain. We did not know.
We had no leader.
Defeat and death descended on us.
And then I saw him.
A young dwarf prince took on the pale ork.
All alone he fought against the terrible enemy.
His armor was torn, and he used an oak branch as a shield.
Azog the Defiler learned that day ...
that Durin's gender not so easy to overcome was.
Our forces gathered and drove the Orcs back.
Our enemy was defeated.
But there was no celebration. No song that night.
Many deaths surpassed all grief.
A handful survived.
And then I thought ...
there is one that I can follow.
There is one that I 'king' could call.
And the pale orc ...
what has happened to him? - He crawled back into his hole.
That scum has long ago deceased to his injuries.
Tell our lord ...
we have found that damn dwarves.
Mr. Gandalf, you can do nothing this sad again?
It rains, master dwarf. And it continues until it stops raining.
If you want to change the weather, but you should look for another magician.
Are there other wizards? - We are a party fives.
The largest of our Order is Saruman the White.
Then there are the two blue wizards yet.
Their names I forgot.
And who is the fifth? - That's Radagast the Brown.
Is he a great magician or more like you?
I think he's a very big wizard. In his own way.
He is a gentle soul, which the company animal prefers over others.
He watches over the forests, Located in the east.
And that's a good thing, all evil looking there a foothold.
Not good. Not good.
No, Sebastian.
My goodness.
Go away. Give him some air.
I do not understand why this does not work.
It's not witchcraft.
Witchcraft ...
But that's it.
A dark and powerful magic.
Where in the world come those vile creatures come from?
The Old Forest? Let me see it.
We camp here tonight. Fili and Kili, care of the ponies.
And stick to them.
Here lived a farmer and his family.
Oin and Gloin, light a fire.
I think it is wiser to proceed.
We can go to the hidden valley drive.
I told you, I will not come near.
Why not? The Elves can help us. They can give us food, rest and advice.
I did not need their advice.
We have a map that we can not read. Lord Elrond can help us.
Help?
When the dragon attacked Erebor, what help came when the Elves?
Plundered Moria Orcs and desecrated our holy halls.
The elves watched and did nothing.
Should I look for the people, my grandfather and my father betrayed?
You're not one of them.
I have that card not given the past, in order to hold on to.
You had no right to keep it.
Is everything all right? Where are you going, Gandalf?
I seek the company of the only one here that mind possesses.
Who is that? - Myself, Mr. Baggins.
I'm sick of dwarves for a day.
Go on, Bombur. We are hungry. - Is he coming back?
Gandalf's long gone. - Wizards do what they want.
Give this to the boys. Go.
What is it? - They would have to provide for the ponies.
Now we have a little problem. - We had 16.
But now there are 14.
Dazy and Bungo missing. - That's not good.
That's not good. - Should not we say to Thorin?
No, as our official burglar could you perhaps may watch.
Something big has apparently those trees uprooted.
That's what we thought too. - Something very big and probably dangerous.
There is light.
Here.
Lie.
What is it? - Trolls.
They Dazy and Bungo.
We must do something. - Yeah, we should.
Store Roles are slow and stupid, and you are so small that they can not see.
It's perfectly safe. We are right behind you.
Get your problems, do twice after the barn owl and the snowy owl once.
Twice a snowy owl, and ... Is this a good idea?
Yesterday mutton. Today mutton.
And tomorrow probably be mutton. - Stop that whining.
These are not sheep. They are fresh horses.
I've never liked horses. There is not enough grease.
It is better than the old farmer.
His skin and bones are still between my teeth.
That's great. That drives. - It only gives more flavor.
There's more where that came from. - Really.
Sit down.
You make that horses are not properly cleaned. - I like the smelly parts tasty.
Sit down, I said.
I'm hungry. We now get horse or not?
Keep your door. You eat what I give you.
Why does he cook? Everything tastes the same.
Everything tastes like chicken. - But the chicken tastes like fish.
What gratitude would be nice.
"Thank you for the wonderful stew, Bert. " Is that so hard?
There must be some oak wood.
That's my grog.
Sorry.
Great balance.
That there but. Nice, right?
So I cook.
My stomach rumbling. I need something.
I need meat.
Look what came out of my nose, Bert.
It has arms and legs and everything. - What is it?
I do not know, but it squirms.
What are you? An oversized squirrel?
I'm a burglar. A Hobbit. - A burglar hobbit?
Can we cook him? - We can try.
There is no more than a mouthful, when it is skinned.
Maybe there are more of those hobbits here. Then there's enough for a meat pie.
Get him. - He's too fast.
I got you.
Are there more of you little guys hidden here?
He's lying. - No.
Hold his toes over the fire, let him groan.
Let him fall. - What do you want?
I said, let him fall.
Put them in the bags.
Bilbo. - No.
Put your weapons, or we will remove his limbs.
Should we cook him?
Let's just sit on him and crush him to jelly.
They should be grilled and sauteed with a sprig of sage.
That sounds very nice.
Forget the herbs. We have not got all night.
It's almost morning, let's hurry. I would not be turned to stone.
Wait, you committed a terrible mistake.
You can not talk to them. They are fools. - Fools? Do they mean us?
With the herbs, I meant.
What's with the herbs? - Have you smelled them?
You need something stronger than sage before on a blackboard can lie.
Traitor. - What do you know about cooking dwarfs?
Shut up. Let the hobbit burglar speak.
The secret of dwarves cooking ...
Tell us the secret. - The secret is ...
You have to first skinning. - Is that true?
Tom, give me my fillet knife. - I'll get you paid.
That I do not forget. - What nonsense.
I have often enough with skin eaten. With skin and boots and al
He's right. There is nothing wrong with raw dwarfs.
Delicious and crunchy. - They do not. He's infected.
What? - He has worms in his intestines.
They all have that. They are infested with parasites.
I would not risk it. - Did he parasites?
We have no parasites.
My parasites are as thick as arms. - I have a lot of parasites.
We are filled with them.
What do we do now?
They all have to run it again? I know what you're planning.
That little ferret thinks I'm a fool.
Ferret? - Fools?
The sunrise will strike you.
Who is that? - Can we eat too?
Get your foot out of my crotch.
Where have you been? - I glanced ahead.
What brought you back? - That I looked back.
Terrible, but they are all very. - No thanks to your burglar.
He tried to gain time. Since you had not thought of.
They must come from Mirkwood.
Since when car mountain trolls located as far south?
They have not done for ages.
Not since the dark power about this country prevails.
In daylight, they have not traveled.
A cave in the vicinity.
What a stench. - That's a trollenhol.
Be careful what you touch.
It's a shame to leave out everything.
Anyone can take. - Agreement. Nori.
Get a shovel.
This sword is not a troll forged.
Nor by a human blacksmith.
They are made in Gondor, by the high elves in the first age.
A better sword can not wish for.
It is a long term investment. - Let's get out of this awful place.
Let's go.
Please. This seems to be your size.
I can not accept it. - Elves have this sword forged.
This means that the blue light if Orcs and trolls are nearby.
I've never used a sword. - And hopefully you do that ever.
But if it happens, remember this:
True courage does not a life to take ...
but to make a saving.
There is something. - Stay together.
Hurry up. Your arm.
Thieves. Fire. Murder.
Radagast.
That is Radagast the Brown.
What the hell are you doing here? - I was looking for you. Something is wrong.
There is something very wrong. - Yes?
Let me think. I had a thought, but it's gone.
It was on my tongue.
It was not a thought. It is an old ...
stick insect.
Green Forest is sick, Gandalf. There is darkness cases.
Nothing grows more at least nothing good.
The air is full of rottenness, but the worst are the webs.
The webs? What do you mean by that? - The spiders, Gandalf.
Huge. Descendants of Ungoliant.
I'm not a magician.
I followed them. They came from Dol Guldur.
Dol Guldur? That old fortress is still left?
No, Gandalf.
Not.
Lives there a dark power. Something I've never felt before.
It is the shadow of an ancient horror.
One that the spirits of the dead can evoke.
I saw him, Gandalf.
Out of the darkness got a necromancer.
Fast.
Wait for me.
Sorry. - You should try this.
It helps you against the nerves.
And then blow.
Well. A necromancer? Are you sure?
That does not come from the world of the living.
Was that a wolf? Are there wolves out there? - No, that's not a wolf.
Wargs. This means that Ork forces in the area.
Ork forces?
Who told you about your quest? - Nobody.
Who did you tell? - No, I swear.
What in the name of Durin's going on? - We're being hunted.
We gotta go.
That can not be, the ponies are gone. They are leaving.
I lure them away.
They are Gundabad-Wargs. They'll catch up.
These are Rhosgobel rabbits. I want to see them try.
Come and get me.
Come on.
Stay together.
No, Ori. Back.
Come quickly.
Where you lead us?
That damned dwarves are there.
Behind them.
Hurry up. - Ren.
There they are.
This way. Fast.
There will be more. - Kili, where are you?
We are surrounded.
Where is Gandalf? - He has given us in the lurch.
Endures.
Kili.
This way you fools. - Come on, hurry up.
Come on, everyone.
Hurry up.
Nine, ten ...
Kili.
Elves.
I can not see where the path leads. We follow it or not?
Follow, of course.
That might just be wise.
The valley of Imladris.
It is also known by another name. - Rivendell.
Here is the last holy house, east of the Sea.
Was this your plan all along? To seek refuge from our enemies.
You have no enemies here, Oak Child Thorin.
The only bad in this valley, is what you bring.
Do you think the elves Our quest will bless?
They will try to stop us.
Of course, but we ask to be answered.
If we want to be successful, should be treated with tact and respect.
And lots of charm.
Why do you let me do the talking.
Mithrandir. - Lindir.
Be on your guard.
We heard that you went through the valley. - I must speak to Lord Elrond.
Lord Elrond was not there. - Not here?
Where is he?
In formation. Connect the rows.
Gandalf. - Lord Elrond.
My friend.
Where have you been? - We have hunted orcs from the south.
We beat a few the Hidden Pass.
It is strange that the orcs so close to our borders.
Someone or something must have attracted them.
That we have been.
Welcome, Thorin, son of Thrain.
I think we have not met each other. - You have your grandfather's appearance.
I knew Thror, who reigned over the mountain. - He has never been about you.
What does he say? Insulted and mocked him to us?
No, master Gloin. He offers you to eat.
In that case, go ahead.
Try it. Just a bite. - I do not like greens.
Where's the beef? - Do they have baked potatoes?
Nice of you to invite us.
I'm not dressed for dinner. - That you're never.
This is Orcrist, Nature Lover Mank.
A famous sword that is forged by the high elves from the West.
My ancestors.
May it serve you well. And this is Glamdring.
A 'enemies-hammer ". Sword of the King of Gondolin.
Forget it, kid.
Swords are named after the great deeds they accomplish in the war.
What do you mean? Is my sword fighting skills?
Is it a sword? It seems rather a letter opener.
How have these in your possession?
Found in a trollenhol, the great eastern road.
Shortly after we were attacked by orcs.
And what did you do to the great eastern road?
Our Business is nothing to elves.
For God's sake, let him see the map. - It is the legacy of my people.
It is up to me to protect it and its secrets.
Spare me the stubbornness. Your pride will be your downfall.
You're the only one from Middle-earth this card can read.
Allow the card to Lord Elrond see.
No, Thorin.
Erebor.
What interest do you have in this card?
An academic interest.
As you know, this type contain artifacts often hidden texts.
You still reading old dwergs, right?
Minas Ithil.
Maanrunen. - Yes, of course.
Easy to miss.
In this case though. Maanrunen can just read ...
by the light of a moon same shape and season ...
on the day they were written.
Can you read them?
These runes are written a midsummer night ...
by the light of a half moon, nearly 200 years ago.
It seems that fate you brought to Rivendell.
Fate is with you, Child Thorin Oak. The same moon shines down on us tonight.
"Stand by the gray stone, when the thrush sings ...
and the setting sun with the last rays of the day of Durin ...
will appear on the keyhole. - Durin's Day?
The first day of the new year of the dwarfs.
When the last moon of autumn, and the first sun of winter ...
appear together in the sky. That is bad news.
The summer is nearing its end. Durin's Day is fast approaching.
There is still time. - Time for what?
In order to find the entrance.
We need in the right place stand at the right time.
Then and only then, the door can be opened.
Your goal is to enter the mountain? - Yeah, so what?
Some would find it very unwise.
What do you mean?
You're not the only protector note that Middle-earth.
The dwarves, men ...
have escaped.
We were robbed by those damn elves.
I do not want to hear excuses.
I want the head of the dwarf king.
We were far too few. There was nothing we could do.
I barely escaped from death.
It would have been better, if you had died.
That damned dwarves can not long hide.
Spread the word.
Put a price on their head.
Bombur.
With or without our help, the dwarves into the mountains.
They are determined to reclaim their homeland.
I do not believe that Thorin Oak Child feels ...
that he is accountable to someone need to go ..
And I actually do not. - You must not answer me.
Lady Galadriel. - Mithrandir.
It's a long time ago.
Old age has its traces left with me ...
but not in the Lady of Lorien.
I had no idea that Lord Elrond you have come.
He has not done. I've done that.
Saruman. - You've been busy, my friend.
Tell me, Gandalf ...
did you really think those plans and schemes go unnoticed?
Unnoticed?
No. I do what I think is right.
The dragon has long been in your mind.
That's true, My Lady. Smaug has no allegiance.
But when he walks over to the enemy, he can do enormous damage.
What enemy? The enemy is defeated, Gandalf.
Sauron is wiped. He never regains his strength.
Gandalf. We live 400 years in peace.
A fiercely beautiful peace.
We live in peace?
Trolls come from the mountains and destroyed villages and farms.
Orcs attacked us along the road. - Hardly any signs of war.
You need a better reason. You see problems when they are not there.
Let him speak.
There is something strange going on that is much larger than Smaug.
Something much more powerful.
We can ignore it, but it will not ignore us.
Green Forest is sick. They call it Mirkwood.
And they say ...
Do not stop now. Tell us what the forest people say.
They speak of a necromancer in Dol Guldur.
A wizard who summons the dead. - This is absurd.
Such a power does not exist in the world.
The Necromancer is nothing more than a mortal.
A collector of black magic. - Yes, that's what I first thought.
But Radagast has seen him. - Radagast.
Speak me about Radagast the Brown. He is a fool.
Well, he's a bit strange and lives in solitude.
No, it is his excessive use of mushrooms.
It has been damaged brains and his teeth yellow.
I warned him. One of the Istari should not ...
You have something for you.
Got to Radagast.
He found it in Dol Guldur. - Yes.
Let me see it.
You will be amazed, beware.
What is that?
A remnant of Mordor.
A Morgul blade.
Forged for the Witch-king of Angmar.
It was buried with him.
When Angmar fell ...
took the men from the north his body along ...
and sealed in the high mountains of Rhudaur.
Deep in the rock they buried him.
In a grave so dark it never would see the light.
This is impossible.
On the graves rest a mighty spell and are not open.
What evidence is there that this weapon of Angmars grave is?
I did not. - Because there is no proof.
Let's see what we know.
A troop of Orcs has dared the Bruinen to stabbing.
A dagger from the bygone days is found.
And a human sorcerer, who calls himself Necromancer ...
has taken possession of a ruined castle.
It's not so special.
But the issue of these dwarfs concerns me very much.
I am not convinced, Gandalf. I can not approve such a trip.
If they come to me were, I had the disappointment they can save.
I do not understand why you ...
They leave?
Yes.
And you knew it.
There is nothing else to say.
Lord Elrond. The dwarves are gone.
Be on your guard. We go into the wilderness.
Balin. You know this path, leading the way. - Certainly.
Master Baggins. I suggest that you remember.
So you're going to follow them? - Yes.
You're right to Oak Child Thorin help.
But I fear that this trip forces has enabled we do not understand.
The riddle of the Morgul sword must be solved.
Something moves in the shadows and will not show us.
Not yet. But his strength by the day.
You must be careful.
Mithrandir.
Why the halfling? - I do not know.
Saruman believes that only a great power evil in His.
But that's not what I experienced.
I've found that it's the little things.
The daily life of ordinary people the darkness at bay.
It is surrounded by kindness and love.
Why Bilbo Baggins?
Maybe it's because I'm afraid.
And he gives me courage.
Fear not, Mithrandir.
You're not alone.
If you need my help, I will come.
We need shelter. - Beware.
This is not a thunderstorm. It is a thunder battle.
Look.
Dear heaven. The legends are true. Giants.
Stone Giants.
Take cover, fools.
Beware of the slot. - Take my hand.
Beware.
No.
No. Fili.
We're alive.
Where is Bilbo? - Where's the Hobbit?
There.
Take my hand.
Pak.
Hold him.
I thought we burglar lost.
He has lost since we left.
He should never have come.
There is no place for him with us.
Dwalin.
It seems safe. Look back.
There is nothing here.
Well then. Let's make a fire. - No, no fire, not here.
Get some sleep. We leave at dawn.
We had to wait in the mountains until Gandalf would come.
That was the plan. - The plan has changed.
Take the first watch, Bofur.
The scent is fresh.
They have gone through the pass.
Where do you think you're going?
Back to Rivendell. - No, you can not go back.
You are part of the group. You're one of us.
Surely not, huh?
Thorin said I should never have come. He was right.
You're a Took and I'm a Baggins. What was I thinking.
I'd never have to leave my village. - I understand that you feel homesick.
No, you do not understand.
You are dwarfs. You are accustomed to the road.
Wandering and belong nowhere.
Sorry, I did not ...
You're right.
We hear nothing at home.
I wish you all the luck in the world.
I really do.
What is that?
Wake up.
Beware.
Take my hand.
Let me go.
Who dares armed within to come into my kingdom?
Spies? Thieves? Murderers?
Dwarves, Your Highness. - Dwarfs?
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 Chopper. Bring the Bones Breaker.
Start with the youngest. - Wait.
Look who it is.
Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror.
The king under the mountain.
But I forgot, you do not mountain lake, and you're not the king.
What you actually "nobody" makes.
I know someone who wants to pay for your head.
Only the head. With nothing attached.
You may know who I'm talking about.
An old enemy of yours.
A pale orc who rides a white Warg.
Azog the Defiler was destroyed.
He has long ago slaughtered in battle.
So you think he no longer to war?
Send message to the pale ork. Tell him I've found his price.
Gollum.
Goblinses.
It is better than the old bones, my darling. Better than nothing.
These are just bones. Not enough meat.
Shut up. Cut the sheet off. Start with the head.
The cold nights. It stores the head.
It gnaws at the feet.
Rocks and stones are like old bones. No flesh and blood.
Cold as death and without the favorite, but it is good to eat.
The wriggling, darling. That will be nice.
Gollum.
Stand back, stand back. I'm warning you.
Do not come closer.
It has an elven sword, but it's not eleven.
No, not eleven. What is it, my darling?
What is it?
My name is Bilbo Baggins. - Balingses?
What is a Balingses, my darling?
I'm a hobbit of the Shire.
We ate all Goblinses and fish, but Hobbitses never.
Is it soft and juicy? - Stop.
Stay away. Otherwise I use it here as it should.
I do not want trouble. Do you understand that?
Then me the way and I'm gone. - Why? Is it lost?
Yes, and I would like as soon as possible "Onverdwaald 'want to be.
We know a safe passage for Hobbitses. Safely in the dark.
Shut up. - I did not say anything.
I was not talking to you. Anyway, my darling.
I do not know what your game is, but ... - Games.
We love games, right, darling? Have fun games?
Wanna play?
Maybe.
What has roots that nobody sees?
Is higher than trees ... Up it goes.
without more to come?
The mountain.
Let's do another. Ask us.
No, no more riddles.
Finish him off, do it now.
No, I want to play.
I would like to play. I can see that you're very good at this.
Why do not we solve riddles.
Just you and me.
Only two of us.
Yes, and if I win ...
then let me see the way out.
And what if it loses? What then?
If it loses, my darling, then we eat it.
If Balingses loses we eat it all up.
All right.
But Balingses first.
30 White horses on a red hill.
First chew them, then stomp them, and then they stand still.
Teeth?
That was fun.
But we only nine.
Our turn. Voiceless screams he.
Wingless flies around. Toothless bites.
Without murmurs mouth.
Just a second.
We know it. Hold still.
Wind. It's the wind. Course.
A cunning Hobbitses. Very clever.
A box with no key belongs.
However, a golden treasure is hidden inside.
No ...
Key. Money. Box. - Well?
It's a tricky one.
Give up? - Give us a chance.
Eggs.
Small eggs.
Grandma taught us how they sucking out.
Now we have a riddle for you.
It devours all that can be called.
Animals, beasts, trees, flowers.
Gnaws iron, bites steel ...
and the hardest stone grinding.
Answer us. - One moment. I just waited too.
Gnaws iron? This I do not know.
Is it good?
Is it tasty?
Is it crunchy? - Let me think.
It's stuck.
Balingses stuck.
Time's up.
The answer is 'time'.
That was not so hard. - Last question.
Last chance.
Ask us.
- Yes, well.
What I have in my pocket?
That's not fair.
It is against the rules.
Ask us another. - You said, ask me a question.
That is my question. What I have in my pocket?
We can guess three times, my darling.
You have three guesses. Go ahead.
Hands. - Wrong. Guess again.
Fish. Goblin Teeth? Meat Mouse Wings.
Knife. Shut up. - Another mistake. Last time.
Rope. Or nothing.
They were two gaming simultaneously, and they are both wrong.
Well ...
I won. You got me promised to the exit point.
We have said that, my darling? Did we say that?
What has it in his pockets?
That is not your business. You have lost.
Lost?
Lost.
Where is it?
No.
Lost. Darling, it's lost.
My favorite is gone.
What have you lost? - Not his case. No.
Gollum.
What does it ...
in his ugly, small bags?
He stole it.
enemies are defeated the following we hang on
We store and beech to a few branches are hung
they are here and are never found
there in the depths of Goblin City
I know that sword. It is the Goblin Slayer.
The Biter. The sword that thousands necks has chopped off.
Crush them. Kill them.
Kill them all. Chop off his head.
Pick up the weapons and fighting.
Fight.
He has Glamdring.
Shining in the daylight.
Follow me. Fast.
Ren.
Give us the favorite.
It's ours.
Thief.
Balingses.
The pole.
Attacks.
Cut the ropes.
Hurry up.
Jump.
Did you think to escape me?
What you gonna do, sorcerer?
Now I'm done.
That could have been worse.
That you kidding?
Gandalf.
We can not fight as much. - They can not tolerate daylight.
Ren. Come on.
Wait, my darling. Wait.
Gollum.
Balingses. Thief.
Curse and crush it. We dominated the hatred 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 our Hobbit?
Damn the halfling.
I thought he was Dori. - Give me the fault.
Where did you see him for the last time? - He crept away when we had the Goblins.
What exactly happened? Say on. - I'll tell you what happened.
Master Baggins saw his chance and he took it.
He thought of nothing else then his soft bed and fireplace ...
since he left.
We see our Hobbit not return. He's long gone.
No, he's not.
In've never in my life been so happy to see someone.
We had already given you, Bilbo. - How did you get past the trolls come?
That's a good question.
It does not matter. He's back.
It's important. I want to know.
Why did you come back?
I know you doubt me. Ever since the beginning.
And yes, I often think of Bag End. I miss my books.
And my chair and my garden.
That is where I belong. This is my home.
That's why I came back.
You have no home.
It was taken from you.
But I will help you to retrieve it if I can.
Catch them. Tear them apart.
Of the drip ... - In the rain. Ren.
The trees. Follow me all. Climb up, Bilbo.
They're coming.
Azog.
Can you smell it?
The smell of fear?
I remember your father there to smoke ...
Thorin, son of Thrain.
This can not be true.
That one is mine.
Kill the rest.
Drinking their blood.
Fili.
Mr. Gandalf. Help.
No.
Thorin.
Bring me his head.
Kill him.
Thorin?
The halfling? - Do not worry. Bilbo is here.
He's safe.
You.
What did you do? You could have been killed.
Did not I tell you would be a pain ...
and that you in the wilderness would not survive?
That you do not belong to us.
I've never been so wrong.
I'm sorry I doubted you. - I would even have done.
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 major dwarf kingdom in Middle-earth.
Our house.
A raven. The birds return to the mountain.
That, my dear, Oin is a thrush.
We look at it as a good omen.
You're right. I believe that the worst is now over.