[LAUGHS]
Hold your ground!
This way, you fools!
THORIN: Come on, move!
Quickly! AII of you!
BOFUR: Come on!
THORIN: Go, go, go!
Eight, nine, 10.
Kili! Run!
[WARGS GROWLING]
[HORN SOUNDS]
[YELLS]
[GROWLING]
EIves.
DWALIN: I cannot see where the pathway Ieads. Do we follow it or no?
Follow it, of course.
I think that would be wise.
GLOIN: Come on now, brother.
[GRUNTS]
The Valley of Imladris.
In the common tongue, it's known by another name.
Rivendell.
GANDALF: Here Iies the Last Homely House East of the Sea.
This was 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.
You think the EIves 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 will need to be handled with tact.
And respect.
And no small degree of charm.
Which is why you will leave the talking to me.
LINDIR: Mithrandir.
Ah. Lindir.
Stay sharp.
[IN ELVISH]
I must speak with Lord EIrond.
[IN ENGLISH] My Lord EIrond is not here.
Not here?
Where is he?
[HORN SOUNDS]
[THORIN SHOUTS IN DWARVISH]
THORIN: CIose ranks!
-Gandalf. -Lord EIrond.
[IN ELVISH]
[IN ENGLISH] Strange for Orcs to come so close to our borders.
Something or someone has drawn them near.
[IN ENGLISH] 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 when he ruled Under the Mountain.
Indeed? He made no mention of you.
[SPEAKING IN ELVISH]
GLOIN: What is he saying?
Does he offer us insult?
No, Master GIoin, he's offering you food.
[ALL MURMURING]
Well, in that case, Iead on.
BOFUR: Hey. Come on.
Try it. Just a mouthful.
I don't Iike green food.
Where's the meat?
[GROWLS]
Have they got any chips?
Kind of you to invite us.
Not really dressed for dinner.
Well, you never are.
[GANDALF CHUCKLES]
[DWARVES CHUCKLING]
[CHUCKLES]
This is Orcrist, the Goblin-cleaver.
A famous blade...
...forged by the High EIves of the West, my kin.
May it serve you well.
And this is Glamdring...
...the Foehammer. Sword of the King of Gondolin.
These were made for the Goblin Wars of the First Age.
I wouldn't bother, Iaddie. 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 Ietter opener, really.
How did you come by these?
We found them in a Troll-hoard on the Great East Road...
...shortly before we were ambushed by Orcs.
And what were you doing on the Great East Road?
THORIN: Our business is no concern of EIves.
GANDALF: For goodness sake, Thorin, show him the map.
It is the Iegacy of my people.
It is mine to protect, as are its secrets.
Save me from the stubbornness of Dwarves.
Your pride will be your downfall.
You stand in the presence of one of the few in Middle-earth...
...who can read that map. Show it to Lord EIrond.
Thorin, no.
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?
[ELROND SPEAKS IN ELVISH]
Moon runes?
Of course.
An easy thing to miss.
ELROND: Well, in this case, that is true.
Moon runes can only be read by the Iight of a moon...
...of the same shape and season as the day on which they were written.
Can you read them?
ELROND: These runes were written on a Midsummer's Eve...
...by the Iight of a crescent moon nearly 200 years ago.
It would seem 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 Iast Iight of Durin's Day...
-...will shine upon the keyhole." -Durin's Day?
It is the start of the Dwarves' new year, when the Iast moon of autumn...
...and the first sun of winter appear in the sky together.
This is ill news.
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 in exactly the right spot at exactly the right time.
Then, and only then, can the door 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 are not the only guardian to stand watch over Middle-earth.
[WARGS HOWLING]
[WARGS GROWLING]
[IN BLACK SPEECH]
AZOG [IN BLACK SPEECH]:
[AZOG SHOUTS IN BLACK SPEECH]
[GROWLING]
[AZOG ROARS]
[CHATTERING]
No, you did the same thing.
-It's not Iike you didn't do it. DWALIN: Dori! Here, take that.
Bombur!
[ALL LAUGHING]
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 that he is answerable to anyone.
Nor, for that matter, am I.
It is not me you must answer to.
Lady Galadriel.
Mithrandir.
[IN ELVISH]
[IN ENGLISH] I had no idea Lord EIrond had sent for you.
MAN: He didn't.
I did.
Ah.
Saruman.
You've been busy of Iate, my friend.
Tell me, Gandalf...
...did you think these plans and schemes of yours would go unnoticed?
GANDALF: Unnoticed?
No.
I'm simply doing what I feel to be right.
[IN ENGLISH] The dragon has Iong been on your mind.
That is true, my Iady.
Smaug owes allegiance to no one.
But if he should side with the enemy...
...a dragon could be used to terrible effect.
What enemy?
Gandalf, the enemy is defeated.
Sauron is vanquished. He can never regain his full strength.
Gandalf, for 400 years we have Iived 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.
AIways you must meddle...
...Iooking for trouble where none exists.
Let him speak.
There is something at work beyond the evil of Smaug.
Something far more powerful.
We can remain blind to it, but it will not be ignoring us, that I can promise you.
A sickness Iies over the Greenwood.
The woodsmen who Iive there now call it Mirkwood.
And they say....
Well? Don't stop now.
Tell us what the woodsmen say.
They speak of a Necromancer Iiving in Dol Guldur.
A sorcerer who can summon the dead.
That's absurd.
No such power exists 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-- SARUMAN: Radagast?
Do not speak to me of Radagast the Brown.
He's a foolish fellow.
Well, he's odd, I grant you. He Iives a solitary Iife.
It's not that. It's his excessive consumption of mushrooms.
They've addled his brain and yellowed his teeth.
I've warned him.
It is unbefitting one of the Istari to be wandering the woods....
GALADRIEL: You carry something.
It came to you from Radagast.
He found it in Dol Guldur.
GANDALF: Yes.
GALADRIEL: Show me.
SARUMAN: --Iisten to me.
I would think I was talking to myself for all the attention that he paid.
By all means....
What is that?
A relic of Mordor.
A Morgul BIade.
Made for the Witchking of Angmar.
And buried with him.
When Angmar fell...
...the Men of the North took his body and all that he possessed...
...and sealed it within the High Fells of Rhudaur.
Deep within the rock they buried him...
...in a tomb so dark...
...it would never come to Iight.
This is not possible.
A powerful spell Iies upon those tombs.
They cannot be opened.
What proof do we have this weapon came from Angmar's grave?
-I have none. -Because there is none.
Let us examine what we know.
A single Orc pack...
... 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, however, troubles me deeply.
I'm not convinced, Gandalf.
I do not feel I can condone such a quest.
If they'd come to me, I might have spared them this disappointment.
I do not pretend to understand your reason for raising their hopes.
GALADRIEL: They are leaving.
GANDALF: Yes.
GALADRIEL: You knew.
[SARUMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
No, I'm afraid there is nothing else for it.
My Lord EIrond.
The Dwarves, they're gone.
THORIN: Be on your guard.
We're about to step over the Edge of the Wild.
Balin, you know these paths. Lead on.
BALIN: Aye.
THORIN: Master Baggins...
...I suggest you keep up.
GALADRIEL: You will follow them. GANDALF: Yes.
GALADRIEL: 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 BIade must be answered.
Something moves in the shadows unseen, hidden from our sight.
It will not show itself.
Not yet.
But every day it grows in strength.
You must be careful.
Mithrandir?
Why the Halfling?
I do not know.
Saruman believes that it is only great power...
...that can hold evil in check.
But that is not what I have found.
I have found it is the small things...
...everyday deeds of ordinary folk...
...that keeps the darkness at bay.
Simple acts of kindness and Iove.
Why Bilbo Baggins?
Perhaps it is because I'm afraid...
...and he gives me courage.
Do not be afraid, Mithrandir.
You are not alone.
[IN ELVISH]
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
THORIN: Hey! Hold on!
BILBO: Aah! DWALIN: Bilbo!
[BILBO YELLS]
We must find shelter!
Look out!
[ALL SCREAMING]
GLOIN: Look out, brother!
KILI: Hold on!
This is no thunderstorm.
It's a thunder-battle!
Look!
Well, bless me.
The Iegends are true.
Giants! Stone-Giants!
Take cover, you fool!
Hold on!
KILI: What's happening? FILI: Grab my hand!
[ALL SCREAMING]
THORIN: Go, go, go! BALIN: Run! Get off! Get off!
-Run! DORI: Look out!
Look out!
THORIN: Jump!
Come on!
Hold on!
No!
No! Kili!
[ALL PANTING]
GLOIN: It's all right! They're alive!
Where's Bilbo? Where's the Hobbit?
[BILBO GRUNTING]
There!
THORIN: Get him!
Aah!
-Grab my hand! -Bilbo!
DORI: Ori, be careful! ORI: Take it!
DWALIN: I've got you, Iad. ORI: Grab on! Grab on!
[GRUNTING]
Come on. Get him.
GLOIN: Come on, Iad. Up you get.
I thought we'd Iost our burglar.
He's been Iost ever since he Ieft home.
He should never have come.
He has no place amongst us.
Dwalin!
DWALIN: It Iooks safe enough. THORIN: Search to the back.
Caves in the mountain are seldom unoccupied.
DWALIN: 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 Iight.
We were to wait in the mountains until Gandalf joined us.
-That was the plan. -PIans change.
Bofur, take the first watch.
[THUNDER CRASHING]
[SNIFFING]
[GROWLING]
[IN BLACK SPEECH]
[DWARVES SNORING]
Where do you think you're going?
Back to Rivendell.
No, no, you can't turn back now, eh?
You're 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'm not a Took, I'm a Baggins. I don't know what I was thinking.
-I should never have run out my door. -You're homesick. I understand.
No, you don't. You don't understand. None of you do.
You're Dwarves. You're used to this Iife.
To Iiving on the road, never settling in one place, not belonging anywhere!
Oh, I am sorry. I didn't--
[CLEARS THROAT]
No, you're right.
We don't belong anywhere.
I wish you all the Iuck in the world.
I really do.
What's that?
BILBO: Hmm?
Wake up! Wake up!
Whoa!
[ALL GRUNTING AND SCREAMING]
Look out! Look out!
DORI: Get away!
[GOBLINS GROWLING]
GLOIN: Filthy scum!
DWALIN: Get back!
GLOIN: You'II pay for this!
Got you.
DORI: AII right, all right. Don't push.
DWALIN: Get off! Get your hands off me! Get off me!
[GOBLINS GROWLING]
[BILBO GASPS THEN GOBLIN GROWLS]
[BILBO YELLING]
[GOBLINS GROWLING]
Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom?
Spies? Thieves? Assassins?
Dwarves, Your Malevolence.
Dwarves?
We found them on the Front Porch.
Well, don't just stand there. Search them.
Every crack. Every crevice.
What are you doing in these parts?
Speak!
Very well. If they will not talk, we'II make them squawk.
Bring up the mangler.
Bring up the bonebreaker.
-Start with the youngest. THORIN: Wait!
Well, well, well.
Look who it is.
Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror...
...King Under the Mountain.
Oh, but I'm forgetting. 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 a 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 Iong ago.
So you think his defiling days are done, do you?
[CHUCKLING]
Send word to the pale Orc.
Tell him I have found his prize.
[LAUGHING]
[RUSTLING]
Yes!
Yes.
Yes!
Gollum, gollum!
[GOBLIN GROWLING]
Aah!
Nasty Goblinses!
Better than old bones, precious.
Better than nothing.
[GOLLUM WHIMPERS]
GOLLUM: Too many boneses, precious. Not enough flesh!
Shut up! Cut its skin off.
Start with its head.
[GOLLUM GROANING]
[SINGING] The cold hard lands They bites our hands
They gnaws our feet
The rocks and stones They're like old bones
All bare of meat
Cold as death Without no breath
It's good to eat
[GOBLIN SCREAMS]
BIess us and splash us, precious.
That's a meaty mouthful.
Gollum, gollum! Aah.
Back. Stay back.
I'm warning you, don't come any closer.
It's got an EIfish blade. But it's not an EIfs.
Not an EIfs, no.
What is it, precious?
What is it?
My name is Bilbo Baggins.
Bagginses?
What is a Bagginses, precious?
-I'm a Hobbit from the Shire. -Oh.
We Iike Goblinses, batses and fishes. But we hasn't tried Hobbitses before.
Is it soft? Is it juicy?
Now, now, keep your distance!
I'II use this if I have to.
Aah!
I don't want any trouble, do you understand?
Just show me the way to get out of here and I'II be on my way.
Why? Is it Iost?
Yes. Yes, and I want to get unlost as soon as possible.
Ooh, we knows! We knows safe paths for Hobbitses.
Safe paths in the dark.
Shut up!
-I didn't say anything. -We wasn't talking to you.
Oh, yes, we was, precious. We was.
Look, I don't know what your game is, but I--
Games?!
Oh, we Iove games, doesn't we, precious?
Does it Iike games? Does it, does it? Does it Iike to play?
Maybe.
What has roots as nobody sees?
Is taller than trees?
Up, up, up it goes
And yet, never grows
-The mountain. -Yes, yes.
Oh, Iet's have another one, eh?
Yes! Do it again, do it again. Ask us.
No! No more riddles.
Finish him off. Finish him now!
Gollum, gollum!
No! No. No.
No. I want to play. I do.
I want to play. I can see...
...you are very good at this.
So why don't we...
... have a game of riddles? Yes?
Just you and me.
Yes. Yes, just us.
Yes. Yes.
And if I win...
...you show me the way out. Yes?
Yes. Yes.
And if it Ioses? What then?
Well, if it Ioses, precious, then we eats it!
If Baggins Ioses, we eats it 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! Oh, yes, my precious!
But we-- We only have nine.
Our turn.
Voiceless, it cries
Wingless flutters
Toothless bites
Mouthless mutters
Just a minute. Uh....
Oh. Oh!
We knows! We knows!
Shut up!
Wind.
It's wind. Of course it is.
Very clever, Hobbitses.
Very clever.
Ah-ah-ah.
A box without hinges, key or lid
Yet golden treasure inside is hid
Box.
Oh, um....
Box. The Iid and a key.
-Well? -It's nasty.
-Box. Key. -Do you give up?
Give us a chance, precious! Give us a chance!
[GRUNTING]
Eggses!
Wet, crunchy Iittle eggses. Yes.
Grandmother taught us to suck them, yes!
[WINGS FLUTTERING]
[GOLLUM EXHALES]
GOLLUM: 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 Iong while.
Birds, beasts.... Beasts? Trees, flowers.
I don't know this one.
GOLLUM: Is it tasty?
Is it scrumptious?
Is it crunchable?
Let me think.
It's stuck.
Bagginses is stuck.
Time's up.
Time.
The answer is time.
[GROWLING]
Actually it wasn't that hard.
Last question.
Last chance.
BILBO: Okay.
Ask us.
-Ask us! -Yes, yes. AII right.
What have I got in my pocket?
That's no fair.
It's not fair! It's against the rules!
Now 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?
[GROANS]
Three guesses, precious. It must give us three!
Three guesses. Very well, guess away.
Handses!
Wrong. Guess again.
[GRUNTS]
Fishbones, Goblins' teeth, wet shells, bats' wings....
[GRUNTING]
Knife! Oh, shut up!
Wrong again. Last guess.
String. Or nothing.
Two guesses at once. Wrong both times.
[SOBBING]
BILBO: So....
Come, then. I won the game. You promised to show me the way out.
GOLLUM: Did we say so, precious?
Did we say so?
What has it got in its pocketses?
That's no concern of yours.
You Iost.
Lost?
Where is it?
Where is it?!
No!
[SCREAMS]
Where is it?!
No! No!
Lost!
Curse us and splash us!
My precious is Iost!
-What have you Iost? -Mustn't ask us! Not its business!
No!
Gollum, gollum!
[PANTING]
What has it got...
...in its nasty...
...Iittle pocketses?
He stole it.
He stole it!
[SCREAMS]
He stole it!
GREAT GOBLIN [SINGING]: Bones will be shattered
Necks will be wrung
You'll be beaten and battered
From racks you'll be hung
You will die 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 1000 necks!
SIash them! Beat them! Kill them!
Kill them all!
Cut off his head!
Take up arms.
Fight.
Fight!
[ALL GRUNTING]
He wields the Foehammer! The Beater!
Bright as daylight!
NORI: Thorin!
[WHIMPERING]
Follow me. Quick!
Run!
[GOLLUM GRUNTING NEARBY]
GOLLUM: Give it to us!
[GRUNTING]
[GOLLUM GROWLING]
It's ours.
It's ours!
[SCREAMS]
Thief!
Baggins!
GANDALF: Quickly!
DORI: Faster!
[GOBLINS GROWLING]
DWALIN: Post!
Charge!
Cut the ropes!
GANDALF: Come on, quickly!
DWALIN: Come on, move! FILI: Bombur!
BOMBUR: Go, go, go!
THORIN: Jump!
OIN: Jump, Iad!
GANDALF: Come on!
DWALIN: Push!
DORI: Come on!
GLOIN: Watch your backs! -You thought you could escape me.
What are you going to do now, Wizard?
[GROANING]
That'II do it.
[ALL SCREAMING]
[ALL GROANING]
BOFUR: Well, that could have been worse.
DWALIN: Haver!
You've got to be joking!
Gandalf!
[GOBLINS GROWLING]
There's too many. We can't fight them.
Only one thing will save us, daylight!
Come on! Here! On your feet.
OIN: Balin. DWALIN: Come on!
[GRUNTS]
Wait!
My precious. Wait!
Gollum, gollum!
[FOOTSTEPS]
GANDALF: Quick, quick!
This way.
[GASPS]
DORI: Come on. GANDALF: Come on, come on. Quickly.
Right, good!
[SCREAMS]
Baggins!
Thief!
Curse it and crush it! We hates it forever!
Five, six, seven, eight.
Bifur. Bofur. That's 10.
Fili, Kili! That's 12.
And Bombur. That makes 13.
Where's Bilbo?
Where is our Hobbit?
DWALIN: Curse that Halfling! Now he's Iost?
GLOIN: I thought he was with Dori!
-Don't blame me! -Well, where did you Iast see him?
I think I saw him slip away when they first collared us.
GANDALF: And what happened, exactly?
-Tell me! -I'II tell you what happened.
Master Baggins saw his chance and he took it.
He has 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 Iong gone.
No. He isn't.
Bilbo Baggins.
I have never been so glad to see anyone in my Iife.
Bilbo. We'd given you up.
How on earth did you get past the Goblins?
How, indeed.
[CHUCKLES]
Well, what does it matter? He's back.
It matters. I want to know.
Why did you come back?
Look, 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. Because...
...you don't have one. A home.
It was taken from you.
But I will help you take it back if I can.
[GROWLING]
[IN BLACK SPEECH]
Out of the frying pan.
And into the fire. Run.
Run!
[WARGS HOWLING]
[GROWLING]
THORIN: Go!
Up into the trees!
AII of you! Come on, climb! Bilbo, climb!
THORIN: Quickly!
[GRUNTS]
THORIN: They're coming!
[DWARVES YELLING]
BOFUR: Hang on! GLOIN: Hold on, brothers!
[WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY]
[GROWLING]
Azog.
[GROWLING]
[SNIFFING]
[IN BLACK SPEECH]
It cannot be.
[DWARVES SCREAMING]
[WARGS BARKING AND GROWLING]
DWALIN: It's going!
[DWARVES SCREAMING]
[LAUGHS]
GANDALF: Fili!
[DWARVES YELLING]
[ROARS]
Yeah!
[ALL LAUGHING]
GANDALF: No!
[GASPS THEN SCREAMS]
Oh, no.
Mr. Gandalf!
ORI: Oh, no, Dori!
[GROWLING]
[GRUNTS]
[ROARS]
ORI: Help!
[AZOG YELLS]
No!
[GROWLS]
[SCREAMING]
Thorin! No!
[GRUNTS]
[IN BLACK SPEECH]
[BILBO YELLS]
[WARGS GROWLING]
[DWARVES YELLING]
[YELLS]
[SCREAMING]
[EAGLES SQUAWKING]
[ROARING]
Look.
[BILBO SCREAMING]
[ROARING]
Thorin!
GANDALF: Thorin!
Thorin.
[GANDALF WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]
The Halfling?
It's all right.
Bilbo is here. He's quite safe.
[SIGHS]
You!
What were you doing?
You nearly got yourself killed!
Did I not say that you would be a burden?
That you would not survive in the Wild?
That you had no place amongst us?
I have never been so wrong in all my Iife.
[ALL CHEERING AND LAUGHING]
But I'm sorry I doubted you.
No, I would have doubted me too.
I'm not a hero or a warrior.
Not even a burglar.
[EAGLE SQUAWKS]
Is that what I think it is?
GANDALF: Erebor...
...the Lonely Mountain...
...the Iast of the great Dwarf kingdoms of Middle-earth.
Our home.
[BIRD CHIRPING]
OIN: A raven!
The birds are returning to the mountain.
That, my dear Oin, is a thrush.
But we'II take it as a sign.
-A good omen. -You're right.
I do believe the worst is behind us.
[GROWLING]
NEIL FINN [SINGING]: Far over the misty mountains rise
Leave us standing upon the height
What was before
We see once more
Is our kingdom a distant light
Fiery mountain beneath the moon
The words unspoken, we'll be there soon
For home a song
That echoes on
And all who find us will know the tune
Some folk we never forget
Some kind we never forgive
Haven't seen the back of us yet
We'll fight as long as we live
All eyes on the hidden door
To the Lonely Mountain borne
We'll ride in the gathering storm
Until we get our long-forgotten gold
We lay under the misty mountains cold
In slumbers deep
And dreams of gold
We must awake
Our lives to make
And in the darkness a torch we hold
From long ago when lanterns burned
Until this day
Our hearts have yearned
Her fate unknown
The Arkenstone
What was stolen
Must be returned
We must awake
And make the day
To find a song for heart and soul
Some folk we never forget
Some kind we never forgive
Haven 't seen the end of it yet
We'll fight as long as we live
All eyes on the hidden door
To the Lonely Mountain borne
We'll ride in the gathering storm
Till we get our long-forgotten gold
Far away from misty mountains cold
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