(LAUGHS)
Hold your ground!
This way, you fools!
THORIN: Come on, move!
Quickly! All of you!
BOFUR: Come on!
THORIN: Go, go, go!
Eight, nine, 10.
Kili! Run!
(WARGS GROWLING)
(HORN SOUNDS)
(YELLS)
(GROWLING)
Elves.
DWALIN: I cannot see where the pathway leads. Do we follow it or not?
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 lies 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 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 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 Elrond.
(IN ENGLISH) My Lord Elrond is not here.
Not here?
Where is he?
(HORN SOUNDS)
(THORIN SHOUTS IN DWARVISH)
THORIN: Close ranks!
- Gandalf. - Lord Elrond.
(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 Gloin, he's offering you food.
(ALL MURMURING)
Well, in that case, lead on.
BOFUR: Hey. Come on.
Try it. Just a mouthful.
I don't like 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.
(GAN DALF CHUCKLES)
(DWARVES CHUCKLING)
(CHUCKLES)
This is Orcrist, the Goblin-cleaver.
A famous blade...
...forged by the High Elves 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, laddie. Swords are named for the great deeds they do in war.
What are you saying, my sword hasn't seen battle?
I'm not actually sure it is a sword.
More of a letter opener, really.
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 Elves.
GANDALF: For goodness sake, Thorin, show him the map.
It is the legacy 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 Elrond.
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 light 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 light 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 last light of Durin's Day...
...will shine upon the keyhole." - Durin's Day?
It is the start of the Dwarves' new year, when the last moon of autumn...
...and the first sun of winter appear in the sky together.
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 like 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 Elrond had sent for you.
MAN: He didn't.
I did.
Ah.
Saruman.
You've been busy of late, 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 long been on your mind.
That is true, my lady.
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 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.
Always you must meddle...
...looking 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 lies over the Greenwood.
The woodsmen who live there now call it Mirkwood.
And 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 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 lives a solitary life.
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: ...Listen 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 Blade.
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 light.
This is not possible.
A powerful spell lies 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 Elrond.
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 Blade 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 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.
(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 legends 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, lad. ORI: Grab on! Grab on!
(GRUNTING)
Come on. Get him.
GLOIN: Come on, lad. Up you get.
I thought we'd lost our burglar.
He's been lost ever since he left home.
He should never have come.
He has no place amongst us.
Dwalin!
DWALIN: It looks 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 light.
We were to wait in the mountains until Gandalf joined us.
- That was the plan. - Plans 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 life.
To living 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 luck 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'll pay for this!
Got you.
DORI: All 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, You r 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'll 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 long 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)
Bless 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 Elfish blade. But it's not an Elfs.
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 from the Shire. - Oh.
We like Goblinses, batses 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.
Aah!
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.
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 love games, doesn't we, precious?
Does it like games? Does it, does it? Does it like to play?
Maybe.
What has roots as nobody sees?
Is taller than trees?
Up, up, up it goes
And yet, never grows
- The mountain. - Yes, yes.
Oh, let'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 loses? What then?
Well, if it loses, precious, then we eats it!
If Baggins loses, 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 lid 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 little 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 long 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. All 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 lost.
Lost?
Where is it?
Where is it?!
No!
(SCREAMS)
Where is it?!
No! No!
Lost!
Curse us and splash us!
My precious is lost!
- What have you lost? - Mustn't ask us! Not its business!
No!
Gollum, gollum!
(PANTING)
What has it got...
...in its nasty...
little 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 he 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!
Slash 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, lad!
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'll 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 lost?
GLOIN: 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.
GANDALF: And what happened, exactly?
- Tell me! - I'll 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 long gone.
No. He isn't.
Bilbo Baggins.
I have never been so glad to see anyone in my life.
Bilbo. We'd given you up.
How on earth did you get past the Goblins?
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!
All 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 life.
(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 last 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'll 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 ♪♪
(ENGLISH - US - SDH)