You sit here...
with a crown upon your head.
You are lesser now than you have ever been.
But 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.
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.
This is Thorin...
son of Thrain, son of Thror!
I am not my grandfather. I am not my grandfather.
You are the heir to the Throne of Durin.
They are dying out there.
Take back Erebor.
Dain is surrounded.
Dying.
Is surrounded.
Dying.
Take back your homeland.
You are changed, Thorin.
I am not my grandfather.
Is this treasure truly worth more than your honor?
I am not my grandfather.
This treasure wilt be your death!
Fall back!
Fall 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.
But will you follow me...
one last time?
Thorin.
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 you. - Arm yourselves.
- Come with us. - 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.
Dain!
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 gonna kill that piece of filth.
Lead on!
We may yet survive this.
Gandalf!
It's Thorin.
And Fili, Kili...
and Dwalin.
He's taking his best warriors.
To do what?
To cut the head off the snake.
Die!
Gandalf!
Legolas.
Legolas Greenleaf.
There is a second army.
Bolg leads a force of Gundabad Orcs. They are 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?
Thorin is up there.
And Fili and Kili. They're all up there.
Where is he?
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!
Come on!
Recall your company.
My lord, dispatch this force...
to Ravenhill. The Dwarves are about...
to be overrun.
Thorin must be warned.
By all means, warn him.
I have spent enough Elvish blood in defense...
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.
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...
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 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.
Hey. 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 an army attacking from the North.
This watchtower will be surrounded.
- With 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.
Ah.
Find Fili and Kili. Call them back.
Thorin, are you sure about this?
Do it.
We'll live to fight another day.
Oh...
Go.
Run!
Kili!
Thorin.
Thorin. No.
No.
Kili.
Kili!
Tauriel!
Kili.
No!
Mm.
Tauriel!
The Eagles are coming.
Bilbo.
Don't move. Don't move. Lie still.
Oh. Mm. Mm.
I'm glad you are here.
- Shh, shh. - Unh.
I wish to part from you in friendship.
No.
You are not going anywhere.
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 it.
I am so sorry...
that I have led you into such peril.
No, 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.
Thorin. Thorin, don't you dare.
Thorin.
Thorin. Thorin, hold on.
Hold on, please.
The Eagles...
The Eagles... The Eagles are here.
Thorin?
The Ea...
I cannot go back.
Where will you go?
I do not know.
Go north.
Find the Dunedain.
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's 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.
They 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.
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 honor him.
But to me, he was never that.
He was...
To me...
he was...
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, uh...
tea is at 4.
There's plenty of it.
You are welcome anytime.
Uh...
Don't bother knocking.
Ah, the borders of 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 found one in the Goblin tunnels.
And I've kept my eye on you...
ever since.
Well, thank goodness.
Farewell, Gandalf.
Farewell.
You, uh...
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 after all.
Wait a minute, that's my mother's glory box.
And that's my dining chair.
Ah... Put that pouf 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.
I am not dead.
Presumed or otherwise.
I'm not sure that's permitted.
Mr. Bilbo!
Twenty-one! Any advance on 21?
Any advance on 21?
Ha, ha! Sold to Mrs. Bolger.
Somewhere for Fatty to put his feet on.
Any bids for this?
This is Shire-made.
No Dwarvish reproductions here.
Stop!
- There's been a mistake! - Who are you?
Who am I?
You know who I am...
Lobelia Sackville-Baggins.
This is my home.
And those are my spoons. Thank you very much.
- This is most irregular. - Excuse me.
It's been more...
than 13 months since the disappearance.
If you are in fact...
Bilbo Baggins and undeceased...
can you prove it?
What?
Something official with your name...
on it would suffice.
All right. Right.
A contract of employment as a bur...
Never mind as what.
There. My signature.
Yes, well... Uh...
Well, it certainly seems to be in order.
Yes.
Seems there can be no doubt.
Who is this 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! Ha, ha!
It's good to see you.
One hundred and 11 years old. Who would believe it?
Come on, come in!
Welcome. Welcome.
COrrected by Dragonborn
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