I warned you. Did I not warn you what would cometh dealing with dwarves.
Now they've done it. They've woken the dragon.
They've wrought an apocalypse upon our heads.
Come on. Quickly, quickly. Faster now, I'm trying to evacuate myself here.
Careful man. Never mind the books. - Come on, get a recipe.
But Sire, should we not try to save the town? The town is lost, save the gold!
Come on let's go.
Pile 'em up.
We have no time. We must leave.
Get him up. - Come on brother. - Come on come on let's go.
I'm fine, I can walk. - As fast as you can.
We're not leaving. Not without our father.
If you stay here your sisters will die. Is that what your father would want?
Open this door! Do you hear me?
Down here, now! Give me your hand.
Come on, we've gotta go. Quickly now.
Hurry. Kili, come on.
Keep on going man.
Dragon!
Come on. Come on.
Faster. Faster.
If only we could take more of these poor people with us. But they're hardly...
Worth it. I quite agree.
Look out.
Move it. Move it.
Come on, faster. My gold. My gold.
We're carrying too much weight. We need to dump something.
Like I can't fit.
Faster. Faster.
Poor souls.
Dad.
He hit it. He hit the dragon. - No.
He did. He hit his mark I saw.
His arrows cannot pierce its hide.
I fear nothing will.
What are you doing? Come back.
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.
Dad.
Bain!
Stop-stop. Halt-halt.
Who are you that would stand against me?
Now that is a pity.
What will you do now, bow-man?
You are foresaken. No help will come.
Now's our chance. Go now.
Head to the open water.
Is that your child?
You cannot save him from the fire.
He will burn.
Stay still son.
Stay still.
Tell me
Wretch. How now shall 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.
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 their mountain.
Aye, word will spread.
Before long every soul in Middle Earth will know the dragon is dead.
You are not alone.
Mithrandir.
Ilealidon.
Intulitun.
Please. - Somebody help me.
Don't let me go. - Help.
Help, gah!
Dad. - Dad.
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 can't. - Tauriel.
Amrâlimê (My Love).
I don't know what that means.
I think you do.
Keep it.
As a promise.
These are dry. You need them. - Thank you.
Oi! Give me one of them.
I'll catch my death in this cold.
Oh, find your own. You're not in charge now Alfrid Lickspittle.
That is where you are wrong.
In the absence of the master, the power seethes to his deputy...
which in this instance is my good self. Now give me that blanket.
Master's deputy. Don't make me laugh.
You're a sneak-thief more like. I'll be dead before I answer to the likes of you.
Maybe that can be arranged.
I wouldn't go turning on your own Alfrid. Not now.
Dad. - 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.
He saved us all. Bless you.
All hail to the Dragon Slayer.
All hail King Bard.
I have said it many times. This is a man of noble stock.
A born leader. - Do not call me that.
I am not the master of this town.
Where is he?
Where's the master? - Half way down the Alduin, with all our coin.
I don't doubt. You would know.
You helped him empty the treasury. - No, I tried to stop him.
I begged him. I pleaded.
I said, master, no.
Think of the children.
Will nobody think of the children?
Enough, E-nough! 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.
- It's Bilbo. He's alive.
Stop. Stop. Stop.
You need to leave. We all need to leave. - We only just got here.
I've tried talking to him but he won't listen.
What do you mean laddie? - Thorin.
Thorin, Thorin, he's been down there for days.
He doesn't sleep. He barely eats. He's not been himself, not at all.
It's this, it's this place. I think he's sicknessed by something.
Sickness? What kind of sickness?
Fili. Fili.
Gold.
Gold beyond measure.
Beyond sorrow, and grief.
Behold, the great treasure haul Thror.
Welcome, my Sister's sons.
To the Kingdom, of Erebor.
Balin.
Any sign of it? - Nothing yet.
Nothing here. - Keep searching.
That jewel could be anywhere.
The Arkenstone is in these halls. Find it.
You heard him. 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.
Take only what you need.
We have a long march ahead. - Where will you go?
There is only one place.
The mountain.
You are a genius Sire. We can take refuge inside the mountain.
It might smell a bit of dragon, but the women can clean that up.
It is safe, and warm and dry.
and full of stores. Bedding, clothing.
The odd 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 its wealth. For its position.
What is it you know? - Nothing for certain.
It's what I fear may come.
You saw something out there.
The Orc I persued out of Laketown, I know who he is.
Bolg, spawn of Azog the defiler.
A wild pack was waiting for him on the outskirts of Esgarot. They fled to him the north.
These Orcs were different from the others. They bore a mark 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.
It is your King's command.
I ride north. Will you come with me?
To where? - To Gundabad.
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.
He's here.
Yes, the darkness has returned.
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.
Harmless.
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.
They must 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 what is coming.
I saw them 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 a 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 Thorin had the Arkenstone
Well if, if it was found
would it help?
That stone crowns all.
It is the summit of this great wealth.
Bestowing power upon he who wears it.
Will it stay his madness?
No laddie.
I fear it would make him worse.
Perhaps it is best it remains lost.
What is that?
In your hand? - It's nothing.
Show me.
It...
I picked it up in Balin's garden.
You've carried it all this way.
I'm going to plant it in my garden, in Bagend.
That's a poor prize to take back to the Shire.
One day it'll 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. I uh...
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 people, keep moving.
Sire. Sire. Up here.
Look sire, the braziers are lit.
So, the company of Thorin Oakenshield survived.
Survived?
You mean there's a bunch of dwarves in there with all that gold?
I 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.
Alfrid, take the night watch.
I want this fortress made safe by sun up.
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 have lived through dragon fires should rejoice.
They have much to be grateful for.
More stone.
We need more stones to 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.
The children, the wounded and the women come first.
Yah.
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 aide.
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.
White gems of Esgaroth.
I know an Elf-Lord who will 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 foresaken.
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 a dwarf? - To avoid war, yes.
Come on.
Hail Thorin. Son of Thrain.
We are glad to find you alive beyond hope.
Why do you come to the gates of the king under the mountain armed for war?
Why does the king under the mountain fence himself in?
Like a robber in his hold.
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 you not speak with me?
I am listening.
On behalf of the people of Laketown, I ask that you honour your pledge.
A share of the treasure so that they might rebuild their lives.
I will not 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 do not 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.
When do the men of Laketown come to our aide but for the promise of rich reward?
The bargain was struck. - A bargain?
What choice do 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 honour such terms?
Because you gave us your word.
Does that mean nothing?
Be gone. Hear 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.
We are in fact outnumbered.
Not for much longer.
What does that mean?
That 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 fruitless to reason with them.
They understand only one thing.
We attack at dawn.
Are you with us?
Master Baggins, come here.
You are 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 am not a warrior, I'm a hobbit.
It is a gift.
A token of our friendship.
True friends are hard to come by.
I have been blind. But now am 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 not that enough?
Betrayed by my own kin.
No uh... You made a promise, to the people of Laketown.
Is this treasure truely worth more than your honour?
Our honour Thorin. I was also there, I gave my word.
For that I am grateful.
It was nobly done. But the treasure of this mountain does not belong to the people of Laketown.
This gold...
is ours.
And ours alone.
By my life, I will not part...
with a single coin.
Not one piece of it.
Gundabad.
What lies beyond? - An old enemy.
The ancient kingdom of Angmar.
This fortress was once its 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 feral 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.
Oi. You.
Pointy hat.
Yes, you.
We don't want no tramps, beggars nor vagabonds round 'ere.
We 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're 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 on from a distance, breaking hard in alarm.
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 feral 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.
Since when has my counsel counted for so little? What do you think I am trying to do?
I think you are trying to save your dwarvish friends. And I admire your loyalty to them.
But it does dissuade me from my cause.
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, Bow-man, 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 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.
Yersh. 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 fourteenth share of the treasure.
Why would you do this? You owe us no loyalty. - I'm not doing it for you.
I know that dwarves can be obstenate...
and pig-headed 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 its 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'm not leaving.
You picked me as the fourteenth man. I'm not about to leave the company now.
There is no company. Not any more.
And I don't like to think about what Thorin will do when he finds out what you've done.
I'm not afraid of Thorin. - But you should be.
Don't underestimate the evil of gold.
Gold over which a serpent has long brooded.
Dragon's Sickness seeps into the heart of all who come 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 have 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 honour his word.
They are taking us for fools. It's a ruse.
A filthy lie.
The Arkenstone is in this mountain. It is a trick.
It's no trick. The stone is real.
I gave it to them.
You?
I took it as my fourteenth 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.
Guns to 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?
I will do it myself. Curse you.
Curse 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 are 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. -... Or Shire rats.
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.
Stand by.
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 you consider...
just sodding off?!!
All of you, right now. - Stand fast.
Come 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.
He's clearly mad. Like his cousin. - Did you hear that lads?
We're on. Let's give these bastards a good hammering.
Come on, children of Durin.
Prepare. - Ready.
Wereworms.
Oh come on.
The horns of Hell are upon us.
To battle, to battle Sons of Durin.
I'm going over the wall. Who's coming with me?
Come on let's go. - Stand down.
Are we to do nothing? - I said, Stand down!
The elves, will they not fight?
Thranduil, this is madness.
Stand fast. Stand fast.
Charge.
Hit me and you're dead.
Er Gandalf, is this is a good place to stand?
Ready to attack.
Azog.
He is trying to cut us off.
All of you, fall back to Dale, now.
To the city. People. This way.
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 off for as long as you can.
Archers, this way.
The Orcs have taken Stone Street. The market's over-run.
The rest of you, follow me.
Charge, onward. To the death!
Dad.
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.
Then 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.
Yer buggers.
Where's Thorin? We need him. Where is he?
Fall back.
Since when do we foresake our own people?
Thorin, they are dying out there.
There are holes beneath holes within this mountain.
Places we can fortify.
Shore-up, make safe. Yes.
That is it.
We must move the gold further underground to safety.
Did you not hear me? Daine 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. - Blind ambition of a mountain king.
Am I not the king? - This gold, is ours...
is ours, and ours alone
I will not part... with a single coin...
He cannot see beyond his own desire. - As if I were some lowly dwarf lord...
Thorin, look at you. - The sickness which drove your grandfather mad
Look at you. - This is Thorin...
son of Thrain, son of... - I am not my grandfather
You are the heir to the throne of Durin.. - People are dying out there
Take back Erebor.. - Daine is surrounded
Daine...is...surrounded... - Take back your homeland...
You are changed, Thorin. - I am not my grandfather
Is this treasure truely worth more than your honour? - I am not my grandfather
This treasure will be your death...
Fall back. Fall back, to the mountain..
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...
but will you follow me, one last time?
To the king. To the king.
Super charge.
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. 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. - Coward?
Not every man's brave enough to wear a corset. - You're not a man, you're a weasel.
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. - That's a hook.
I'm going to kill that piece of filth. - Lead on.
We may yet survive this.
It's Thorin.
Fili, Kili, and Dwalin. He's taking his best warriors.
To do what? - To cut the head off the snake.
Legolas.
There is a second army. Bolg leads a force of Gundabad Orcs, they're almost upon us.
Gundabad? This was their plan all along.
Azog engages our forces then Bolg sweeps in from the north.
The north? Where is the north, exactly? - Ravenhill.
Ravenhill? But Thorin is up there, and Fili and Kili, they're all up there.
Where is it?
Looks empty. I think Azog has fled.
I don't think so.
Fili, 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.
Fili. Come on.
Recall your company.
My lord, dispatch this force to Ravenhill. The dwarves are about to be over-run.
Thorin must be warned. - By all means warn him.
I have spent enough elvish blood in defense of this acursed land. No more.
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.
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...
when 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 that 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 mantle 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?
You have to leave here, now. Azog has another army attacking from the north.
This watch tower 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 was a trap.
Find Fili and Kili, call them back.
Thorin, are you sure about this? - Do it.
We'll live to fight another day.
- Go.
Run.
The Eagles are coming.
Bilbo. -Don't move. Don't move. Lie still.
I'm glad you're here.
I wish to pass from you in friendship.
You are not going anywhere, Thorin. You're going to live.
I will take back my words, I rited 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'm glad to have shared in you perils, Thorin. Each and every one of them.
And it's far more than any Baggins deserves.
Farewell, Master Burglar.
Go back to your box. And your round chair.
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. Don't you dare.
Thorin, Thorin, hold on.
The eagles, the eagles are here.
I cannot go back.
Where will you go?
I do not know.
Go north, Find the Dúnadain.
There's 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.
Your mother loved you.
More than anyone. More than life.
I want to bury him.
If this is love, I do not want it.
Take it from me, please.
Why does it hurt so much?
Because it was real.
There's 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 for 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 anytime.
Don't bother knocking.
The borders, the Shire. It is here I must leave you.
That's a shame.
I quite liked having a wizard around.
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've found one, in the goblin tunnels.
And I've kept my eye on you ever since.
Well thank goodness.
Farewell, Gandalf.
Farewell.
You needn't worry about that ring. 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, afterall.
Wait a minute, that's my mother's drawing box. And that's my dining chair...
Put that puff down. What is going on?
Hello, Mr Bilbo? You're not supposed to be here.
What do you mean? - On account of you being presumed dead and all.
I'm not dead, presumed or otherwise.
I'm not sure that's permitted. Mr Bilbo
21, any advance on 21? Any advance on 21?
Ha ha. 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... -Stop!
There has been a mistake. - Who are you?
What do you mean who am I? You know very well who I am, Lobelia sack-filled Baggins.
This is my home, and those are my spoons, thank you very much.
most irregular. It's been more than thirteen months since your disappearance.
If you are in fact Bilbo Baggins, and un-deceased, can you prove it?
What? - Well, something official with your name on it would suffice. - Right.
A contract of employment as a...
Never mind that one.
There, my signature.
Err, well certainly seems to bee in order. Yes, seems there can be no doubt.
Who is this person you've pledged your service to? Thorin Oakenshield?
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?
My dear Gandalf. - Good to see you.
111 years old.. Who could believe it?
Come on, come in. Welcome, welcome.