(bell ringing)
(chattering)
I warned you. Did I not warn you what would come of dealing with dwarves?
(chattering) Smaug is coming.
They've woken the dragon.
They've brought the apocalypse upon our heads.
Get on!
Quickly! Quickly!
Call the guards! I'm trying to evacuate myself here.
Careful men. Never mind the books.
But sire, should we not try to save the town?
The town is lost! Save the gold.
(chattering).
All in the boat.
We have no time. We must leave.
Get him up! Come on, bro. Come on, come on. Let's go!
I'm fine, I can walk. We're not leaving;
not without our father.
If you stay here, your sisters will die. Is that what your father would want?
(bell ringing) OPEN THE DOOR!! DO YOU HEAR ME???
(yelling, banging, yelling)
Down here, below! Give me your hand.
Come on, let's go. Quickly now! Follow him!
Kili, come on.
(chattering, yelling) Keep going.
(screaming)
(loud searing noise, screaming)
Come on. Come on.
Faster! Faster!
If only we could bring more of these poor people with us, but they are hardly worth it.
I quite agree.
Look out.
Come on! Go faster!
My gold! My gold!
We carry too much weight, we need to dump something.
Quite right, Alfrid.
Faster.
(choking sounds)
(screaming, bell ringing)
Poor souls.
(bell ringing, sound of arrow, bell ringing)
Da!
He hit it! He hit the dragon! No.
He did. He hit his mark. I saw.
These arrows cannot pierce it's hide.
I fear nothing will.
What are you doing? Come back!
Bain! Bain!
Leave him. We cannot go back.
Bain.
Dad!
Bain, what are you doing - why didn't you leave? You were supposed to leave?
I came to help you. No.
Nothing can stop it now. This might.
Bain, you go back. You get out of here, now!.
Da.
Bain. Da.
Stop! Stop! Go!
Who are you, who would stand against me?
Now that is a pity.
What will you do now, Bow Man?
You are forsaken. No help will come.
On my mark. Go now.
Head towards open water.
Is that your child?
You cannot save him from the fire.
He will burn.
Stay still, son.
Be still.
Tell me,
wretch, how now do you challenge me?
You have nothing left
but your death!
Bain, look at me! You look at me!
A little to your left.
That's it.
Bain. Hold on.
(Smaug screaming, dying)
I am Death Ahhhhhh...... (falling)
What was that?
What happened? It fell! I saw it!
It's dead.
Smaug is dead.
By my beard, I think he's right.
Look there.
The ravens of Erebor are returning to the Mountain.
Aye! Word will spread.
Before long every soul in Middle Earth will know the dragon is dead.
You are not alone, Mithrandir. (Elvish words)
(screaming, yelling)
Will somebody help me! Hey, let me go.
Help!
Right Here.
Da??
Why me?
Tauriel.
Kili, come on. We're leaving.
They are your people. You must go.
Come with me.
I know how I feel, I'm not afraid. You make me feel alive.
I cannot. Tauriel.
(dwarvish words).
I don't know what that means.
I think you do.
Keep it.
As a promise.
These are dry. You need them. Thank you.
Give me one of them.
I'll take my death in this cold.
Aw, find your own. You're not in charge now, Alfrid Lickspittle.
There you are wrong.
In the absence of the master, the power cedes to his deputy
which in this instance is my good self. So give me that blanket.
Master's deputy! Don't make me laugh.
You're a sneak thief, a laugh. I'll be dead before I answer to the likes of you.
That can be arranged.
I wouldn't go turning on your own, Alfrid, not now.
Da!! Come here!
You're alive! It's alright.
It was Bard, he killed the dragon. I saw it with me own eyes.
He brought the beast down. Shot him dead with a Black Arrow. (cheering)
He saved us all.
All hail to the dragon slayer.
Long live King Bard.
I've said it many times, this is a man of noble stock.
A born leader. Do not call me that.
I'm not the Master of this town.
Where is he?
Where's the Master? Half-way down the Anduin with all our coins,
I don't doubt. You know!!
You helped him empty the treasury! No! I tried to stop it. Liar! (loud chattering and yelling)
I pleaded.
I said: "Master! No!".
Think of the children.
Will nobody think of the children?
(yelling, shouting)
Enough! (yelling, shouting)
Enough! Let him go.
Look around you!
Have you not had your fill of death?
Winter is upon us. We must look to our own,
to the sick and the helpless.
Those who can stand, tend to the wounded,
and those who have strength left, follow me.
We must salvage what we can.
And what then, what do we do then?
We find shelter.
Hello?
Bombur?
Bifur?
Anybody??
Wait! Wait!
It's Bilbo. He's alive.
Stop! Stop! Stop!
We need to leave, we all need to leave! We all just got here.
I tried talking to him but he won't listen.
Now, what do you mean, laddie? Thorin, Thorin.
Thorin, he's been out there.
He doesn't sleep, he barely eats. He's not been himself, not at all.
It's this, it's this place. I think a sickness lies on it.
Sickness? What kind of sickness?
Fili. Fili. Fili!
Gold!
Gold! (dwarvish word)
Beyond sorrow and grief!
Behold! The great treasure hoard of Thror!
Welcome, my sister sons!
To the Kingdom of Erebor!
Balin!
Kili!
Bombur!
Any sign of it? Nothing yet.
Nothing here. Keep searching.
That jewel could be anywhere.
The Arkenstone is in these halls. Find it.
We have to keep looking. All of you.
No one rests until it is found.
I am almost tempted to let you take it
if only to see Oakenshield suffer.
Watch it destroy him;
watch it corrupt his heart
and drive him mad!
Let's go.
Take only what you need.
We have a long march ahead. Where will you go?
There's only one place.
The Mountain.
You are a genius, Sire. We can take refuge inside the Mountain.
It must smell of dragon. The women can clean it up.
It's safe, warm and dry
and full of stores, bedding, clothing
and a bit of gold.
What gold is in that Mountain is cursed.
We will take only what was promised to us. Only what we need to rebuild our lives.
Here, pull your weight.
News of the death of Smaug will have spread through the lands.
Aye.
Others will now look to the Mountain,
for it's wealth or it's position.
What d'you know? Nothing for certain.
It's what I fear may come.
You saw something out there?
The Orc I pursued out of Laketown, I know who he is.
Bolg, spawn of Azog the Defiler.
A Warg pack was waiting for him on the outskirts of Esgaroth. They fled into the north.
These Orcs were different from the others. They bore a mark that I had not seen for a long time.
The mark of Gundabad. Gundabad?
An Orc stronghold in the far north of the Misty Mountains.
You may tell my father, if there is no place for Tauriel, there is no place for me.
Legolas,
this is your King's command.
I ride north. Will you come with me?
To where? To Gundabad.
(whisperings, mutterings)
Nine for mortal men doomed to die.
I am not alone.
Are you in need of assistance, my Lady?
You should have stayed dead.
Mithrandir,
come back.
H- He is here.
Yes, the darkness has returned.
Gandalf!
Gandalf, climb on.
He is weak, he cannot remain here, it is draining his life.
Go, quickly!
Come with me, my Lady.
Go!
You have no power here,
Servant of Mordor.
You are nameless,
faceless,
formless!
Go back to the void,
from whence you came!
The spirit of Sauron endured,
and has been banished.
He will flee into the East.
Gondor should be warned,
and set a watch on the walls of Mordor.
No, look after the Lady Galadriel. She has spent much of her power,
her strength is failing.
Take her to Lothlórien.
My Lord Saruman, he must be hunted down and destroyed, once and for all.
Without the Ring of Power,
Sauron can never again hold dominion over Middle-earth.
Go now, leave Sauron to me.
I need a horse. What?
Gandalf, where are you going?
To warn Erebor, they have no idea of what is coming.
I saw it with my own eyes, rank upon rank of Moria Orcs.
You must summon our friends, bird and beast;
the battle for the Mountain is about to begin.
It is here in these halls, I know it. We have searched and searched.
Not well enough. Thorin, we all would see the stone returned.
And yet it's still not found.
Do you doubt the loyalty of anyone here?
The Arkenstone is the birthright of our people.
It is the King's jewel.
Am I not the King?
Know this.
If anyone should find it and withhold it from me,
I will be avenged.
Dragon-sickness.
I've seen it before.
That look, the terrible need,
it is a fierce and jealous love, Bilbo.
It sent his grandfather mad.
Balin, if- if Thorin had the Arkenstone,
if- if it is found,
would it help?
That stone crowns all.
It's the summit of this great wealth.
bestowing power upon he who has it.
Would it stay his madness?
No, laddie.
I fear it would make it worse.
Imagine it's best if it remains lost.
What is that?
In your hand? It- It's nothing.
Show me.
It's I picked it up in Beorn's garden.
You've carried it all this way?
I want to plant it in my garden, in Bag-End.
A poor prize to take back to the Shire.
One day it will grow and every time I look at it I'll remember.
Remember everything that happened, the good, the bad and how lucky I am that I made it home.
Thorin.
Thorin, survivors from Laketown, they're streaming into Dale.
There's hundreds of them.
Call everyone to the gate.
To the gate! Now.
Come on, keep moving.
Sire! Sire! Up here.
Look Sire, the braziers are lit.
So, the Company of Thorin Oakenshield survived then.
Survived?
You mean there's a bunch of Dwarves in there with all that gold?
You shouldn't worry, Alfrid. There's gold enough in that Mountain for all.
Make camp here tonight.
Find what shelter you can. Get some fires going.
Come on, hurry along now. Alfrid, take the night watch.
I want this Fortress made safe by sun-up.
Push!
This Mountain was hard-won, I will not see it taken again.
The people of Laketown have nothing.
They came to us in need; they have lost everything.
Do not tell me what they have lost.
I know well enough their hardship.
Those who've lived through dragon fire should rejoice!
They have much to be grateful for.
More stones.
More stones at the gate.
These children are starving. We need food.
We won't last three days.
Bard, we don't have enough. Do what you can, Percy.
It will be all right, don't worry. We need more water.
The children and the wounded and the women come first.
Yeah.
Good morning, Alfrid.
What news from the night watch?
All quiet, Sire. Not much to report.
Nothing gets past me.
Except an army of Elves, it would seem.
My Lord Thranduil,
we did not look to see you here. I heard you needed aid.
Here. (chattering, murmuring)
You have saved us.
I do not know how to thank you. Your gratitude is misplaced.
I did not come on your behalf. I came to reclaim something of mine.
There are gems in the Mountain that I too desire.
White gems of pure starlight
The White Gems of Lasgalen
I know an Elf-lord who would pay a pretty price for these.
Wait.
Please wait.
You would go to war over a handful of gems?
The heirlooms of my people are not lightly forsaken.
We are allies in this.
My people also have a claim upon the riches in that Mountain.
Let me speak with Thorin.
You would try to reason with the Dwarf? To avoid war, yes.
Nice going lads, nice work.
Come on!
Hail Thorin, son of Thrain.
We are glad to find you alive beyond hope.
Why do you come to the gate of the King under the Mountain armed for war?
Why does the King under the Mountain fence himself in,
like a robber in his home?
Perhaps it is because I am expecting to be robbed.
My Lord,
we have not come to rob you, but to seek fair settlement.
Will not you speak with me?
I'm listening.
On behalf of the people of Laketown, I ask that you honor your pledge.
A share of the treasure so that they might rebuild their lives.
I don't treat with any man while an armed host lies before my door.
That armed host will attack this Mountain, if we do not come to terms.
Your threats don't sway me.
What of your conscience?
Does it not tell you our cause is just?
My people offered you help
and in return you brought upon them only ruin and death.
Why did the men of Laketown come to our aid but for a promise of rich reward?
A bargain was struck. A bargain?
What choice did we have but to barter our birthright for blankets and food?
To ransom our future in exchange for our freedom.
You call that a fair trade?
Tell me, Bard the dragon-slayer,
why should I honor such terms?
Because you gave us your word.
Does that mean nothing?
Begone, ere our arrows fly!
What are you doing?
You cannot go to war.
This does not concern you.
Excuse me, but just in case you haven't noticed there is an army of Elves out there?
Not to mention several hundred angry fishermen.
W-w- we are in fact, outnumbered.
Not for much longer.
What does that mean?
It means, Master Baggins,
you should never underestimate Dwarves.
We have reclaimed Erebor.
Now, we defend it.
He will give us nothing.
Such a pity. Still, you tried.
I do not understand.
Why, why would he risk war?
It is useless to reason with them.
They understand only one thing.
We attack at dawn.
Are you with us?
Master Baggins, come here.
You're going to need this.
Put it on.
This vest is made of silver steel.
Mithril.
It was cored by my forebears.
No blade can pierce it.
I look absurd. I'm not a warrior, I'm a hobbit.
It's a gift.
A token of our friendship.
True friends are hard to come by.
I've been blind, but now I'm beginning to see.
I am betrayed. Betrayed?
The Arkenstone.
One of them has taken it.
One of them is false.
Thorin.
The quest is fulfilled, you've won the Mountain. Is that not enough?
Betrayed by my own kin. No, eh
you- you made a promise to the people of Laketown.
Is this treasure truly worth more than your honor?
Our honor, Thorin. I was also there, I gave my word
For that, I'm grateful.
That was nobly done, but the treasure in this Mountain does not belong to the people of Laketown.
This gold
is ours.
ours alone.
With my life, I will not part
with a single coin.
Not one piece of it.
Gundabad.
What lies beyond it? An old enemy.
The ancient Kingdom of Angmar.
This fortress was once it's stronghold. It is where they kept their great armouries,
forged their weapons of war.
A light, I saw movement.
We wait for the cover of night.
It is a fell place, Tauriel.
In another age our people waged war on those lands.
My mother died there.
My father does not speak of it.
There is no grave,
no memory,
nothing.
Let me through!
Make way!
No, no, no! Oi, you!
Pointy hat.
Yes, you.
We don't want no tramps, beggars nor vagabonds around here.
We've got enough trouble without the likes of you.
Off you go, on your horse. Who's in charge here?
Who's asking?
You must set aside your petty grievances with the Dwarves.
War is coming. The cesspits of Dol Guldur have been emptied.
You are all in mortal danger.
What are you talking about?
I can see you know nothing of wizards.
They are like winter thunder on a wild wind, rolling in from a distance
breaking hard and alarmed.
But sometimes a storm is just a storm.
Not this time. Armies of Orcs are on the move.
These are fighters, they have been bred for war. Our enemy has summoned his full strength.
Why show his hand now? Because we forced him.
We forced him when the Company of Thorin Oakenshield set out to reclaim their homeland.
The Dwarves were never meant to reach Erebor,
Azog the Defiler was sent to kill them.
His master seeks control of the Mountain,
not just for the treasure within, but for where it lies, its strategic position.
This is the gateway to reclaiming the lands of Angmar in the north.
If that fell Kingdom should rise again
Rivendell, Lorien, the Shire, even Gondor itself will fall.
These Orc armies you speak of, Mithrandir.
Where are they?
These bats are bred for one purpose. For what?
For war.
(Orc armies marching, running, yelling)
Since when has my council counted for so little? What do you think I'm trying to do?
I think you're trying to save your Dwarvish friends and I admire your loyalty to them.
But it does not dissuade me from my course.
You started this, Mithrandir. You will forgive me if I finish it!
Are the archers in position?
Yes, My Lord. Give the order: If anything moves on that mountain, kill it!
The Dwarves are out of time.
You, bowman! Do you agree with this? Is gold so important to you?
Would you buy it with the blood of Dwarves?
It will not come to that. This is a fight they cannot win. That won't stop them.
You think the Dwarves will surrender? They won't, they will fight to the death to defend their own.
Bilbo Baggins!
If I'm not mistaken,
this is the Halfling who stole the keys to my dungeons from under the nose of my guards.
He is. Sorry about that.
I came to give you this.
The Heart of the Mountain.
The King's jewel.
And worth a King's ransom.
How is this yours to give? I took it as my 14th share of the treasure.
Why would you do this? You owe us no loyalty. I'm not doing it for you.
I know the Dwarves can be obstinate
and pigheaded and difficult, suspicious and secretive
with the worst manners you can possibly imagine, but they are also brave and kind
and loyal to a fault.
I've grown very fond of them, and I would save them if I can.
But Thorin values this stone above all else.
In exchange for it's return, I believe he will give you what you are owed.
There will be no need for war.
Rest up tonight. You must leave on the morrow. What?
Get as far away from here as possible. I- I'm not leaving. Oh?
You picked me as the 14th man. I not about to leave the Company not now.
There's no Company, not any more.
And I don't like to think what Thorin would do when he finds out what you've done.
I'm not afraid of Thorin. Well, you should be.
Don't underestimate the evil of gold.
Gold over which a serpent has long brooded.
Dragon-sickness seeps into the hearts of all who get near this Mountain.
Almost all.
You there, find this Hobbit a bed and fill his belly with hot food.
He's earned it.
Hey, keep an eye on him. If he should try to leave, you tell me.
Move it, stupid Hobbit
Wakey, wakey, Hobbit, up you get?
I will put the next one between your eyes.
We've come to tell you
payment of your debt has been offered and accepted.
What payment? I gave you nothing. You have nothing.
We have this.
They have the Arkenstone.
Thieves. How came you by the heirloom of our House?
That stone belongs to the King.
And the King may have it
with our good will,
but first he must honor his word.
They're taking us for fools. This is a ruse,
a filthy lie.
The Arkenstone is in this Mountain. It is a trick!
It- It's no trick. The stone is real.
I gave it to them.
You!
I took it as my 14th share.
You would steal from me?
Steal from you? No, no. I may be a burglar, but I like to think I'm an honest one.
I am willing to let it stand against my claim.
Against your claim?
Your claim,
you have no claim over me, you miserable rat!
I was going to give it to you.
Many times I wanted to, but But what, thief?
You are changed, Thorin.
The Dwarf I met in Bag-End would never have gone back on his word,
would never have doubted the loyalty of his kin.
Do not speak to me of loyalty.
Throw him from the rampart!
Did you not hear me?! No!
I will do it myself. I curse you!
Cursed be the wizard that forced you on this Company.
If you don't like my burglar then please don't damage him! Return him to me.
You're not making a very splendid figure as King under the Mountain, are you,
Thorin, son of Thrain.
Never again will I have dealings with Wizards.
Go. Shire rat.
Are we resolved? The return of the Arkenstone for what was promised.
Give us your answer.
Will you have peace or war?
I will have war.
Ironfoot.
Dáin! Dáin!
Dáin!
Who is that? He doesn't look very happy.
It is Dain, Lord of the Iron Hills. Thorin's cousin.
Are they alike? I've always found Thorin the more reasonable of the two.
Good morning! How are we all?
I have a wee proposition, if you wouldn't mind giving me a few moments of your time.
Would ya consider
JUST SODDING OFF?!
All of you! Right now! Stand fast!
Calm now, Lord Dain. Gandalf the Grey.
Tell this rabble to leave or I'll water the ground with their blood.
There is no need for war between Dwarves, Men and Elves.
A legion of Orcs march on the Mountain. Stand your army down.
I will not stand down before any Elf.
Not least this faithless Woodland Sprite.
He wishes nothing but ill upon my people.
If he chooses to stand between me and my kin,
I'll split his pretty head open! See if he's still smirking then. Dain!
He's clearly mad, like his cousin. Hear that, lads?
We're on! Let's give these bastards a good hammering.
Come on, Sons of Durin. (in Dwarvish)
Prepare! Ready!
Were-worms!
Oh, come on!
(Orc bugle)
The Hordes of Hell are upon us.
To battle! To battle, Sons of Durin. (battle sounds)
I'm going over the wall, who's coming with me? Aye! Yes! Come on, let's go!
Stand down. What?
Are we to do nothing? I said Stand down
The Elves, will they not fight?
Thranduil! This is madness!
Val at all. (in Dwarvish) (battle sounds)
Attack. (battle sounds)
Hit me and you're dead.
Uh, Gandalf, is this a good place to stand?
(Orc bugle)
Attack. (battle sounds)
Azog.
He's trying to cut us off.
All of you, fall back to Dale! Now!
To the city. Bilbo, this way!
(screaming, yelling, shouting)
Sigrid !
Tilda !
My children, where are my children?
I saw them, they were down in the old market.
The Market? Where are they now?
Tilda! Sigrid! Bard, Orcs are storming over the Causeway.
Get the bowmen to the eastern parapet. Hold them of for as long as you can.
Archers, this way!
The Orcs have taken Stone Street, the Market's overrun.
The rest of you, follow me!
Charge! Onward! To the death!
Da! Da!
Over here! Da is here!
Tilda!
Bain!
Sigrid! Get down!
Listen, I need you to gather the women and children,
take them to the Great Hall
and barricade the door.
You understand? You must not come out for any
reason. We want to stay with you.
Show your father some respect.
You leave it to me, Sire.
You heard him, we make for the Great Hall.
Alfrid, women and children only. I need every man
fighting. See that you return. I'll get them to safety, Sire.
My sword is yours to command.
Get up!
Look after them. I will.
Shift it, granny.
Make for the Great Hall.
Out of my way!
Abandon the cripples!
You buggers!
Thorin!
Where's Thorin?
We need him. Where is he?
Pull back!
Since when do we forsake our
own people?
Thorin, they are dying
out there.
There are halls beneath halls within this Mountain,
places we can fortify.
Shore up, make safe?
Yes.
Yes,
that is it.
We must move the gold further underground
to safety. Did you not hear me?
Dáin is surrounded.
They're being slaughtered, Thorin.
Many die in war,
life is cheap.
But a treasure
such as this
cannot be counted in lives lost.
It is worth all the blood we can spend.
You sit here in these vast halls with a crown upon your head,
and yet you are lesser now than you have ever been.
Do not speak to me as if I were some lowly Dwarf
Lord. As if
I were still
Thorin Oakenshield.
I am your King! You were always my King.
You used to know that once.
You cannot see what you have become.
Go,
get out
before I kill you.
You sit here with a crown upon your head.
You are lesser now than you have ever been.
A treasure such as this cannot be counted in lives lost.
A sickness lies upon that treasure.
the blind ambition of a Mountain King.
Am I not the King?
This gold is ours, and ours alone.
treasure hoard ...
I will not part ...
with a single coin.
he could not see beyond his own desire !
as if I were some lowly Dwarf Lord.
Thorin Oakenshield.
A sickness which drove your grandfather mad.
Oakenshield.
This is Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór.
I am not my grandfather.
You are the heir to the Throne of Durin.
They are dying out there.
take back Erebor.
Dáin is surrounded.
is surrounded.
take back your homeland.
You are changed, Thorin.
I'm not my grandfather.
Is this treasure truly worth more than your honour ?
I'm not my grandfather.
This treasure will be your death.
Fall back!
Fall back! Back to the Mountain!
Fall back!
I will not hide
behind a wall of stone, while others fight our battles for us!
It is not in my blood, Thorin.
No,
it is not.
We are sons of Durin
and Durin's folk
do not flee from a fight.
I have no right to ask this of any of you,
will you follow me one last time?
(Dwarf bugle)
Thorin.
(bell ringing, loud crashing)
To the King! To the
King!
The Dwarves,
they're rallying.
They're rallying to their King.
Any man who wants to give their last follow me!
I say we stand with our men in life and in death.
I'm with ya. Arm yourselves!
Come with us, love. No, no , no.
You leave an old woman be. Don't be afraid.
I said get off!
Alfrid Lickspittle,
you are a coward. A coward?
Not every man is brave enough to wear a corset.
You're not a man,
you're a weasel.
Dáin!
Thorin hold on!
I'm coming!
Hey, cousin,
what took you so long?
There's too many of these buggers, Thorin.
I hope you've got a plan.
Aye,
we're going to take out their leader.
Azog?
I'm going to kill that piece of filth.
Lead on!
We may yet survive this.
Gandalf!
It's Thorin.
And Fíli and Kíli
and Dwalin.
He's taking his best warriors.
To do what?
To cut the head of the snake.
Die!
Gandalf!
Legolas.
Legolas Greenleaf! There's a second army.
Bolg leads a force of Gundabad Orcs. They are almost upon us.
Gundabad? Ahh. This was their plan all along.
Azog engages our forces, then Bolg sweeps in from the north.
What, th- the north?
Where is the north
exactly? Ravenhill.
Ravenhill?
Thorin is up there
and Fíli and Kíli. They're all up there.
Where is he?
It looks empty.
I think Azog has fled. I don't think so.
Fíli,
take your brother,
scout out the towers.
Keep low and out of sight. If you see something,
report back, do not engage. Do you understand?
We have company. Goblin mercenaries.
No more than a hundred. We'll take care of them. Go!
Go!
Recall your company.
My Lord, disperse
this force to Ravenhill, the Dwarves are about to be overrun.
Thorin must be warned. By all means, warn him.
I've spent enough Elvish blood in defence of this
accursed land. No more!
Thranduil?
I'll go. Don't be ridiculous,
you'll never make it. Why not?
Because they will see you coming and kill you!
No, they won't.
They won't see me.
It's out of the question. I won't allow it.
I'm not asking you to allow it, Gandalf.
Oh.
You will not turn away. Not this time.
Get out of my way.
The Dwarves will be slaughtered.
Yes, they will die.
Today, tomorrow,
one year hence, a hundred years from
now. What does it matter?
They are mortal.
You think your life is worth more than theirs
while there is no love in it?
There is no love in you.
What do you know of love? Nothing.
What you feel for that Dwarf is not real.
You think it is love? Are you ready to die for it?
I will go with you.
Get up.
Get away from me. I don't take orders
from you. People trusted you,
they listened to you.
The Master's mantel
was there for the taking
and you threw it all away.
For what?
Alfrid,
your slip is showing.
Stay here, search the lower levels.
I've got this.
Where is that Orc-filth?
Thorin!
Bilbo.
You have to leave here. Now!
Azog has another army, attacking from the north.
This watchtower will be completely surrounded,
there'll be no way out. We are so close.
That Orc-scum is in there.
I say we push on. No!
That's what he wants. He wants to draw us in.
This is a trap.
Find Fíli and Kíli, call them back.
Thorin, are you sure about this? Do it.
We live to fight another day.
Oh no.
Go.
Run!
Kíli!
Thorin!
Thorin, no.
No.
Kíli!
Tauriel! Kíli.
No!
No.
Tauriel!
The eagles are coming.
Hey, Bilbo.
No, don't look. Don't move. Lie still.
Ow!
I'm glad you're here. Shh, shh, shh, shh.
I wish to part from you in friendship. No,
you are not going anywhere, Thorin,
you're going to live.
I would take back my words and my deeds at the gate.
You did what only a true friend would do.
Forgive me.
I was too blind to see.
I am so sorry that I have led you into such peril.
No, I- I'm glad to have shared in your perils, Thorin.
Each and every one of them.
It is far more than any Baggins deserves.
Farewell, Master Burglar.
Go back to your books and your armchair.
Plant your trees,
watch them grow.
If more people valued home
above gold,
this world would be a merrier place.
No. No, no, no, no. No,
Thorin!
Thorin, don't you dare
Thorin?
Look, Thorin. Thorin, hold on.
You hold on,
you see, the Eagles
the Eagles, the Eagles are here.
Thorin
the Eagles
I cannot go back.
Where will you go?
I do not know.
Go north.
Find the Dúnedain.
There is a young ranger amongst them, you should meet him.
His father Arathorn was a good man; his son might grow to be a great one.
What is his name?
He is known in the wild as Strider; his true name you must discover for yourself.
Legolas, your mother loved you,
more than anyone, more than life.
I want to bury him.
Yes.
If this is love, I do not want it.
Take it from me, please?
Why does it hurt so much?
Because it was real.
(Dale City bugle)
There is to be a great feast tonight. Songs will be sung, tales will be told,
and Thorin Oakenshield
will pass into legend.
I know that's how you must
honour him, but to me, he was never that.
He was
to me
he was
Well, I think I'll slip quietly away, will you tell the others I said goodbye?
You can tell them yourself.
If any of you are ever passing Bag-End
tea is at four;
there's plenty of it.
You are welcome any time.
Uh,
don't bother knocking.
Ahh, the borders of the
Shire.
It's here I must leave you.
That's a shame.
I quite liked having a
wizard around. It seems they bring good luck.
You don't really suppose, do you,
that all your adventures and escapes were managed by mere luck.
Magic rings should not be used lightly, Bilbo.
Don't take me for a fool, I know you found one - No.
in the Goblin tunnels, and I've kept my eye on you
ever since.
Well, thank goodness.
Farewell, Gandalf.
Farewell.
You uhh
you needn't worry about that ring, it fell out of my pocket during the battle.
I lost it.
You're a very fine person, Mr Baggins, and I'm very
fond of you.
But you're only quite a little fellow in a wide world after all.
Wait a minute, that my mother's glory box.
And that's
my dining chair?
Hey, put that poof down!
What is going on?
Hello, Mister
Bilbo. You're not supposed to be here.
What do you mean?
On account of you being presumed dead and all.
I am not dead, presumed or otherwise.
I'm not sure that's permitted. Mister Bilbo!
... anyone. Any bids on 21? Anyone on 21?
Sold to Mrs. Bolder!
Somewhere for Fatty to put his feet on.
So do I have any bids
for this. This is Shire-made.
None of your Dwarvish reproductions here, honestly. Stop!
Stop! There's been a mistake.
Who are you? What do you mean "who am I"?
You know perfectly well who I am,
Lobelia Sackville Baggins.
This is my home
and those are my spoons, thank you very much.
This is most irregular. It's been more
than 13 months since the disappearance.
If you are in fact
Bilbo Baggins and undeceased?
Can you prove it?
What?
Well uh, something official
with your name on it would suffice. All right.
Right!
A contract of employment as a-
a bu- Never mind that one.
There, my signature. Yes, well uh
it certainly seems to be in order. Yes, it seems there can be no doubt.
Who is this person you pledged your service to?
Thorin Oakenshield?
He
he was my friend.
No, thank you!
We don't want any more visitors, well-wishers or distant relations!
And what about
very old friends?
Gandalf? Bilbo Baggins!
My dear Gandalf! It's good to see you.
One hundred and eleven years old. Who would believe it?
Come on, come in.
Welcome, welcome.