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In a hole in the ground there lived a Hobbit.
Many ages ago, when this ancient planet was not quite so ancient.
Long before man recorded his history.
It was a time of Middle-earth, where man shared his days with
Elves, Dwarves, Wizards, Goblins, Dragons and Hobbits.
In the lands of Middle-earth, in an area known as the Shire
there was a village named Hobbiton.
There, in a hole in the ground there lived a Hobbit.
Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole,
nor a dry, bare, sandy hole.
It was a Hobbit hole, and that means comfort.
Bilbo Baggins?
Uh, yes?
- I am looking to hire a burglar. - Burglar?
I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place.
You mean you do not wish to share a grand adventure?
Dear me, no.
We Hobbits are plain quiet folk.
Adventures make one late for dinner.
Enough! I am Gandalf.
And Gandalf means.. me!
. ♫ Far o'er the Misty Mountains cold ♫
Gandalf‽ Not the wondering wizard? ♫ Far o'er the Misty Mountains cold ♫
The same. ♫ Far o'er the Misty Mountains cold ♫
. ♫ to dungeons deep and caverns old ♫
Listen. ♫ to dungeons deep and caverns old ♫
. ♫ to dungeons deep and caverns old ♫
. ♫ We must away ere break of day ♫
. ♫ to seek the pale enchanted gold. ♫
Thorin and company, at your service.
Dwalin, Balin,
Kili, Fili,
Dori, Nori and Ori.
Oin, sir. And Gloin, sir.
Call him Bifur and him, Bofur.
And ah.. Bombur at your service.
= We are all at your service. =
♫ Chip the glasses, crack the plates! ♫
♫ That's what Bilbo Baggins hates! ♫
♫ That's what Bilbo Baggins hates, ♫
♫ so carefully, carefully with the plates! ♫
♫ Blunt the knives and bend the forks! ♫
♫ Smash the bottles, burn the corks! ♫
♫ That's what Bilbo Baggins hates, ♫
♫ so carefully, carefully with the plates! ♫
What do these dwarves want in Hobbiton?
They've come for tea, and for supper
and for you, burglar Baggins!
. ♫ Far o'er the Misty Mountains cold ♫
. ♫ to dungeons deep and caverns old. ♫
. ♫ We must away ere break of day ♫
There's a magic in that music. ♫ We must away ere break of day ♫
And it moves through me. ♫ We must away ere break of day ♫
You feel the love of beautiful things. ♫ We must away ere break of day ♫
To go and see the great mountains ♫ to seek the pale enchanted gold. ♫
and hear the pine trees and waterfalls. ♫ to seek the pale enchanted gold. ♫
To wear a sword instead of a walking stick. ♫ to seek the pale enchanted gold. ♫
Just once. ♫ to seek the pale enchanted gold. ♫
. ♫ to seek the pale enchanted gold. ♫
Gandalf, Dwarves and burglar Baggins..
What is this burglar business?
If you prefer, you can say "Expert Treasure Hunter".
Well, yes, I do prefer that.
We are met tonight, in the house of our friend,
this most excellent Hobbit.
May the hair on his toes never fall out!
= Hear hear! =
We shall soon start on our long journey,
our object is, I take it, well known to us.
All of us?
Ah, it is not well known to me.
Really?
Then we must inform our burglar.
Ahem.
We seek a treasure.
That which is rightfully ours.
Far off in the east
beyond the Misty Mountains
and the dark forest of Mirkwood
there you will find Lonely Mountain.
Long ago, this was the home of my people
and was ruled by my grandfather
King Under the Mountain.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
while hammers fell like ringing bells.
In places deep, where dark things sleep.
In hollow halls beneath the fells
goblets they carved there for themselves.
And harps of gold, where no man delves.
There lay they long, and many a song
was sung unheard by man or elves.
For ancient king and elvish lord.
There many a gleaming golden hoard.
They shaped and wrought,
and light they caught.
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung
the flowering stars, on crowns they hung
the dragon fire, in twisted wire
they meshed the light of moon and sun.
Undoubtedly all this wealth was what brought the dragon.
Rowr.
The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread.
The trees like torches blazed with light.
And below us, in the valley lay Dale
the town of mortal men.
The bells were ringing in the dale.
And men looked up with faces pale.
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire.
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon.
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall.
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
. ♪ We must away, ere break of day, ♪
. ♪ To win our harps and gold from him! ♪
Curses to the dragon! Curses to Smaug! ♪ To win our harps and gold from him! ♪
Curses to the dragon! Curses to Smaug!
He killed our men and stole our gold!
= Curses to the dragon Smaug! =
Is this the adventure you've planned for me?
To help you recapture the gold?
None other.
Eee.
There are thirteen of you. Very unlucky.
Mr. Baggins will make it fourteen.
Ohh!
A splendid lucky number you've found for us.
No arguments. Let us have the contract.
"To burglar Baggins.
Terms for your professional services.
One fourteenth of total profits.
Traveling expenses guaranteed.
Funeral expenses if necessary.
Sincerely, Thorin and company."
"Funeral expenses?"
Do you find the terms acceptable?
- Of course he does! - I but but but I.
And so, tomorrow begins your greatest adventure.
= Yay! =
♪ The greatest adventure ♪
♪ is what lies ahead. ♪
♪ Today and tomorrow ♪
♪ are yet to be said. ♪
♪ The chances, the changes ♪
♪ are all yours to make. ♪
♪ The mold of your life ♪
♪ is in your hands to break. ♪
♪ The greatest adventure ♪
♪ is there if you're bold. ♪
♪ Let go of the moment ♪
♪ that life makes you hold. ♪
♪ To measure the meaning ♪
♪ can make you delay; ♪
♪ It's time you stop thinkin' ♪
♪ and wasting the day. ♪
♪ The man who's a dreamer ♪
♪ and never takes leave. ♪
♪ Who thinks of a world ♪
♪ that is just make believe ♪
♪ Will never know passion, ♪
♪ will never know pain. ♪
♪ Who sits by the window ♪
♪ will one day see rain. ♪
♪ The greatest adventure ♪
♪ is what lies ahead. ♪
♪ Today and tomorrow ♪
♪ are yet to be said. ♪
♪ The chances, the changes ♪
♪ are all yours to make. ♪
♪ The mold of your life ♪
♪ is in your hands to break. ♪
♪ The greatest adventure ♪
♪ is what lies ahead. ♪
Subtitles By: MightyMike77020
No hat, no stick, no pipe.
Not even a pocket handkerchief.
How can one survive?
How did Gandalf get ahead of us, Bombur?
He comes and goes at will.
He is a wizard, you know.
Oh, bother burgling and everything to do with it.
Always remember, Bilbo, when your heart wants lifting
think of pleasant things.
Eggs and bacon. A good full pipe.
My garden at twilight. Cakes.
We'll camp here. Perhaps we can find a dry patch to sleep on.
Hoo.
Hoo, hoo.
Our lookout has spied something.
Look. Trolls!
Miserable, no good robbing trolls.
Where the deuce is Gandalf?
Left us again. Just when a wizard would have been most useful.
No matter. We have an expert burglar with us.
What have trolls to do with burgling?
We could use some of that meat they're cooking.
Oh, I say!
Burglar, do your burgling!
Blast it! Nothing but mutton to eat!
How I look for a bit of bad flesh.
Bacon and eggs. My fireplace. Hot chestnuts.
What the blazes‽
Help! Help! Let me down! Stop that! Stop that!
What have we got here?
Let's cook him and find out!
He wouldn't make a mouthful.
But maybe there's more where he came from.
Dwarves! I'm done for. Run for it!
Dwarves?
Now that's a supper!
Let's go get 'em all!
L-Let's roast them.
Nah, boil 'em, says I.
Each to his own, boys.
There's plenty for all.
I likes mine raw.
Dawn take you all and be stone to you!
The sun!
Blast it!
How did the morning come so soon?
We're done for!
= Agghhh! =
Excellent!
One moment. One moment!
Where's that bumbling burglar? Lucky number, indeed!
Over here!
Come see what I've found!
Not bad, burglar, for your first attempt.
Oh, it was nothing, actually.
Ah. We'll keep these. Deucedly fine blades.
Considering they were made by trolls.
They don't seem like troll blades to me.
Probably stolen.
See these strange runes?
Whatever are runes?
Ancient writing. Mine has them too.
Can you make them out?
I am not familiar with these letters.
Well, whoever made them, we've got them now!
Cover up the treasure, men. We'll fetch it on our return.
Take that, Smaug, you filthy worm!
I see you've also claimed a sword.
Yes. Just a dagger, actually.
But for one of my size, it suffices.
♪ The greatest adventure ♪
♪ is what lies ahead. ♪
Hurry, men. We must be on our way.
Hold!
Hold?
It is time for you to have this.
And what may that be?
This is a map of Lonely Mountain
presented to me one hundred years ago by your father.
What? Why did it not come to me, the rightful heir?
I've chosen my own time to hand it over.
Oh, I do love maps. I have quite a collection.
Bah! I remember the mountain well enough without this.
Indeed? And how do you intend to enter Smaug's chambers?
Through the main gate? As a house guest?
You'd be ashes before you took your seventh step.
Oh, see. Look!
This hand points from these runes to..
Bless my soul! A secret entrance!
- A hidden passage to the lower halls! - Excellent, burglar!
- I'm really quite good with maps. - Let me see.
Yes. Quite correct.
But, has it remained a secret all these years?
It's too small for Smaug to use.
And it's covered by a door made to look exactly like the side of the mountain.
Here is the key. Keep it safe.
Oh! But of course I will!
But, if the secret door is hidden, how do we find it?
- The map doesn't tell. - It does and it doesn't.
Eh?
You will understand in time.
♪ Today and tomorrow ♪
♪ are yet to be said. ♪
Behold, at last! Rivendell!
The hidden valley of the elves, where Elrond dwells.
Simply enchanting!
But we must be on.
Pity.
Elvish singing is not a thing to miss
in June under the stars.
But
♪ Oh, tra-la-la-lally ♪
♪ Here down in the valley, ♪
♪ Ha-ha! ♪
♪ Oh, where are you going ♪
♪ With beards all a-wagging? ♪
♪ No knowing, no knowing, ♪
♪ What brings Mr. Baggins, ♪
♪ And Balin and Dwalin ♪
My dear Elrond, your hospitality is magnificent.
The food, the wine, the stories, the music.
Yes, but we've much to accomplish.
You promised to have a look-see at these troll swords after our feast.
Yes, yes, of course.
Well, first of all, they're not troll-make.
They must have been stolen.
They were made for the goblin wars. This sword, Thorin, the runes name
Orcrist, the goblin-cleaver.
And mine?
Glamdring, the foe-hammer.
Keep them well.
I will keep this in honor.
Now show me your map.
I have it here.
Something's strange. Let's see.
Yes, indeed!
There are moon-letters here! See?
What are moon-letters?
Runes that can only be seen when the moon shines behind them.
They give directions for finding the secret door.
"Stand by the gray stone when the thrush knocks,
and the last light of the setting sun
will shine upon the keyhole."
This way!
Shelter! A dry cave!
Now, get some sleep, men. We found a perfect place to camp.
♫ Chip the glasses, crack the plates! ♫
♫ That's what Bilbo Baggins hates! ♫
♫ That's what Bilbo Baggins hates, ♫
♫ So carefully, carefully with the plates! ♫
Dwarves have a strange notion of perfection.
And where's Gandalf?
Gone again? I wish I was a wizard!
Uh.. hay.
Hello! What's this?
Look out!
The ponies! The ponies!
Wake up! We're being robbed!
The goblins are upon us! ♫ Crush, smack! Whip crack! ♫
Save the ponies from the goblins! ♫ Smash, grab! Pinch, nab! ♫
. ♫ You go, my lad! ♫
. ♫ Ho, ho! My lad! ♫
. ♫ The black crack! The black crack! ♫
. ♫ Down down to Goblin-town ♫
Trapped! The goblins have us! ♫ Down down to Goblin-town ♫
. ♫ Down down to Goblin-town ♫
. ♫ You go, my lad! ♫
. ♫ Ho, ho! My lad! ♫
. ♫ Goblins quaff, and Goblins beat ♫
. ♫ Goblins laugh, and Goblins bleat ♫
. ♫ Batter, jabber, whip and hammer hoooooo! ♫
. ♫ You go, my lad! ♫
. ♫ Ho, ho! My lad! ♫
. ♫ The black crack! The black crack! ♫
. ♫ Down down to Goblin-town ♫
. ♫ You go, my lad! ♫
. ♫ Ho, ho! My lad! ♫
Who are these miserable persons?
Thorin, at your service.
We did not mean to trespass.
We were merely seeking shelter from the storm.
He is a liar, oh, truly tremendous one.
Ask him to explain his weapon!
This sword is named Orcrist, the Goblin-Cleaver!
Ahh!
Murderers!
Elf friends!
Stop!
I know that sword!
It is called Glamdring, the Foe-Hammer!
No!
Gandalf! Good old Gandalf!
Follow me! Quickly!
Through here! Follow me!
Ohhh!
Bilbo!
He's gone!
Bilbo, where are you?
Gollum.
My precious.
It is my precious.
Hello, my precious.
Bless us and splash us.
Food for my precious.
Eggs and bacon. Spoons all polished.
Warm muffins and sweet butter.
What is that noise, my precious?
My precious does not know.
Bless my soul!
Hello! What's this?
Nice souvenir to show the neighbors back home.
If I ever get home.
Gollum.
Oh, who are you?
Bless us, my precious.
A tasty morsel it would make us.
What is it, my precious?
I am Mr. Bilbo Baggins.
I've lost my dwarves, my wizard and my way.
Gollum. Gollum.
Mind you, I'm armed with an elvish blade!
Hiss!
That's better. Perhaps you know the way out?
Yes. Gollum.
But, perhaps we sits here
and chats with it a bitsy, my precious.
It likes riddles?
Do I like riddles?
Well, yes, after a fashion.
It must have a competition with us.
If precious asks and it doesn't answer
we eats it, my precious.
Oh, I say!
But if it asks us
and we doesn't answer
then we
shows it
the way
out!
It seems I have no choice.
My precious
we makes the first riddle.
Voiceless, it cries.
Wingless, flutters.
Toothless, bites.
Mouthless, mutters.
Can it
guess
the answer?
Half a moment.
Is it nice, my precious? Is it juicy?
Gooey? Yucky?
Is it scrumptious?
If you please!
Wind! Wind is the answer!
Now, my turn.
A box without hinges, key, or lid.
Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
Let us give us a chance, my precious.
Ah.
Eggs.
Eggs, it is!
Oh, bother!
. ♪ It cannot be seen, ♪
. ♪ cannot be felt, ♪
. ♪ Cannot be heard, ♪
. ♪ cannot be smelt. ♪
. ♪ It lies behind stars ♪
. ♪ and under hills, ♪
. ♪ And empty holes it fills. ♪
. ♪ It comes first and follows after, ♪
. ♪ Ends life, kills laughter. ♪
. ♪ The answer is dark; ♪
. ♪ the dark, ♪
Us, now! Now, us, my precious.
♪ dark. ♪
Us, now! Now, us, my precious.
I'm a quiver with anticipation!
Now,
this thing all things devours.
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers.
Gnaws iron, bites steel.
Grinds hard stones to meal.
Slays king, ruins town.
And beats high mountain down.
Hum.
Well, interesting.
Yes, now, let me see.
What is the answer? What is the answer?
Just a moment now!
My precious.
Will it taste delicious?
Yes.
It will!
- Give me some time. - What?
What does it say?
I said time! Time!
Whatever is the matter?
It guessed!
Time is the answer!
It is?
Oh! I knew it all along. That's an old one.
Well, fun's fun. Now couldn't we get out of here?
No!
It's got to ask us another riddle, my precious! Yes! Yes!
Oh, blast! I can't think of another one.
Ask! Ask!
Oh, very well.
What have I got in my pocket?
Not fair! Not fair
to ask my precious
what it's got in its nasty little
pocketeses?
I'm sorry. That's my riddle.
If you can't guess it, you lose. And show me out!
Oh.
Oh!
Oh, my precious loses!
Oh!
But first
my precious shows it his
something pretty.
You wish to show me something?
My birthday present.
Wait! Where are you going?
My precious finds a ring
on his birthday
long ago.
A golden ring.
A magic ring!
We must get
my precious,
birthday present,
from its hiding place.
Oh! Oh.
Yes I must!
Now, what?
He'll never guess my pocket contained this.
AHHH!
Bless my soul!
Where is it? Where is it?
My golden ring! My magic ring!
Lost. It is
lost!
Lost!
Curses! My precious! My ring, lost!
No.
My precious remembers.
He wears it before
and he drops it on the shore!
Curse it! Curse the Baggins!
He's found it! My ring!
My birthday present!
Aw.
Attack!
My! He does carry on!
Bless my soul!
The ring?
Yes, most definitely!
My precious! They find it! He find it! The Baggins.
My precious will crush it
and smash it!
Better douse this.
Where is it?
It is tricksy.
It says it doesn't know the way out
but it knows the way in, my precious.
It must
know a way out.
A-ha!
It's off to the back door.
My precious must make haste to the back door.
Yes! Yes! Yes!
To the back door!
How convenient.
Well, follow the leader.
It's not here, my precious.
It's sneaked an escape!
Woe!
Ta-ta!
Thief!
Baggins!
We hates it!
Hates it!
Forever!
You see, Gollum thought I knew the way out, and was trying to head me off.
I merely followed him to the exit.
We had to fight our way through the goblin guard.
How is it they didn't see you?
Oh well,
the art of burgling is really, you know
the art of being unobtrusive.
Invisible, so to speak.
Your story, Bilbo, has the ring of truth. Yes, it rings true.
You need say no more. We best get a move on.
There are still goblins about.
Oh, bother! More mountains?
No. Don't you see?
The sun is setting in the west, behind the mountains.
We are on the other side, to the edge of the land beyond.
- The Wargs! - With the goblins!
. ♫ Fifteen birds ♫
. ♫ in five fir trees, ♫
. ♫ Their feathers were fanned ♫
. ♫ in a fiery breeze. ♫
. ♫ What funny little birds ♫
. ♫ they had no wings. ♫
. ♫ Oh, what shall we do ♫
. ♫ with the funny little things? ♫
. ♫ Oh, what shall we do ♫
. ♫ with the funny little things? ♫
. ♪ Roast them alive ♪
. ♪ or stew 'em in a pot! ♪
. ♪ Fry them, boil them, eat them hot? ♪
. ♪ Bake 'em! Toast 'em! ♪
. ♪ Fry 'em! Roast 'em Till beards blaze ♪
. ♪ and eyes glaze; ♪
. ♪ Till hair smells ♪
. ♪ and skins crack, ♪
. ♪ Fat melts and bones black ♪
. ♪ In cinders lie beneath the sky! ♪
. ♫ So, the dwarves shall die! ♫
= Ha ha ha =
. ♫ Fifteen birds ♫
. ♫ in five fir trees, ♫
. ♫ Their feathers were fanned ♫
. ♫ in a fiery breeze. ♫
. ♫ What funny little birds ♫
. ♫ they had no wings. ♫
. ♫ Oh, what shall we do ♫
. ♫ with the funny little things? ♫
. ♫ Oh, what shall we do ♫
. ♫ with the funny little things? ♫
Help!
We can't go any higher!
Oh, my arms!
My poor legs! My legs!
But what do they do with us? Drop us to our deaths?
Who knows?
But they've brought us a far distance with no dropping!
Behold! The river of Wilderland below!
By thunder!
They're taking us to the edge of Mirkwood Forest.
To dash us against those rocks! I know it!
Oh, great lord of the eagles
we are eternally grateful for your gallant rescue.
I have not forgotten the arrow
that brought me down so many years ago.
I have not forgotten the wizard
who found me and healed my wound.
And now
farewell, wherever you fare
till your eyries receive you at the journey's end!
So, this is the forest of Mirkwood.
Terrible place if I remember. And dangerous.
Now, now. The map shows the safest path.
Follow it closely, straight through the forest.
Don't stray off the track. If you do, you will never get out of Mirkwood.
You speak as if you aren't going with us.
I'm not. I have pressing business away south.
- Oh, no! He can't mean it! - What will we do without Gandalf?
Please, don't leave us.
Now, now. I'm already late because of bothering with you, people.
I'm sending Mr. Baggins with you. That should be enough.
- Mr. Baggins? - Bilbo?
The burglar?
Me? I'm no equal to a wizard!
Nonsense. You are the lucky number.
And soon you'll find out there's more about you than you guess.
♪ The chances, the changes ♪
♪ are all yours to make. ♪
You, sir, will be my surrogate. My replacement, so they say.
Here is paper and a marker. Keep a strict log, the remainder of your journey
so I may study it when we meet again and point out your missed steps.
I can only do my best.
Then, that will have to suffice.
♪ The mold of your life ♪
♪ is in your hands to break. ♪
To Gandalf, as per your instructions
I am keeping this log of our journey through Mirkwood Forest.
I should make good use of it some day as a basis for my memoirs
which I intend to call:
"There and back again:
A Hobbit's holiday".
♪ Roads go ever, ever on, ♪
♪ Over rock and under tree, ♪
♪ By caves where never sun has shown, ♪
♪ By streams that never find the sea. ♪
The days are terrible, and the nights are impossible
for we are hungry and thirsty.
The berries which grow here are hideous.
Everything about these woods is unpleasant.
One day we decided someone
should climb to the top of the tallest tree and have a look about.
I couldn't argue. My contract is vague on several points.
♪ Over snow by winter sown, ♪
♪ And through the merry flowers of June, ♪
♪ Over grass and over stone, ♪
♪ Under the mountains in the moon. ♪
There are moments
which can change a person for all time.
And I suddenly wondered if I would ever see my snug Hobbit hole again.
I wondered, if I actually wanted to.
♪ Let go of the moment ♪
♪ that life makes you hold. ♪
I awoke the next morning to a hideous surprise!
Ahh!
Now, I will give you a name.
And I shall call you: Sting!
The remainder of the morning was spent in seeking my companions.
And I found them, finally, in a place as black and terrible
as a patch of midnight that had never been cleared away.
They'll make fine eating
when they've hung a bit.
Go away!
Bombur!
I certainly could not let my companions,
my comrades,
become a meal for those hideous spiders. Action was called for!
Now you are all free. I know, the spiders' poisons have made you weak
but you must follow me. Quickly!
Look! On the path ahead! There it is!
It has freed our supper!
Now we see you! Yes.
We will eat you and leave your skin hanging in a tree.
Grab it!
I think I can hold them off. Run to the Wood Elves' clearing!
But, how can you..
I will do the stinging! Run!
Swiftly, now!
We've trapped them now. Close the circle.
It can't escape us!
Lazy Lob! Attercop!
Blast! What is it?
Sting! Sting! Sting!
Away! Retreat! We are no match for Sting!
I joined my companions at the clearing of the Wood Elves.
But when I found them, I was in for another surprise.
The Wood Elves had returned, but armed for battle.
The dwarves, weakened as they were by their encounter with the spiders
gave up without a struggle.
We traveled all day and into the night.
Finally, we came to the palace of the Elf King
which was at the very eastern edge of the forest.
We'd come all the way through
only to end up as prisoners.
Ah!
- Why did you dwarves try to attack? - No attack!
We came to beg! We were starving!
And why were you in the forest in the first place?
That is our business.
Very well.
Take them away until they feel inclined to tell the truth.
Even if they wait a hundred years!
Greed. The fortune we were after was big enough to share with the elves.
They'd make valuable allies against that old worm, Smaug.
Instead, they became the enemy and we were their prisoners.
And even though my invisibility allowed me to move about with ease
I had no way of opening the locks.
So, it was weeks before I found a way to free my companions.
Part of the river flowed under the caves.
Deliveries of fine wines were brought up the river by human men
who lived on Long Lake.
Now Wood Elves enjoyed their wine and the barrels were soon drained.
. ♪ Heave ho! Splash plump! ♪
. ♪ Rollin' down the hole! ♪
. ♪ Heave ho! Bang bump! ♪
. ♪ Roll-roll-rollin' down a hole! ♪
. ♪ Down the dark, swift stream you go ♪
. ♪ Back to lands you once did know! ♪
Oh, stop complaining! ♪ Back to lands you once did know! ♪
I never promised to ♪ Where the forest wide and dim ♪
burgle you first class accommodation. ♪ Where the forest wide and dim ♪
. ♪ Stoops in shadow grey and grim. ♪
. ♪ Heave ho! Splash plump! ♪
. ♪ Rollin' down the hole! ♪
. ♪ Heave ho! Bang bump! ♪
. ♪ Roll-roll-rollin' down the hole! ♪
I'd come far
♪ Down the dark, swift stream you go ♪
and through many adventures ♪ Down the dark, swift stream you go ♪
to see it and now ♪ Down the dark, swift stream you go ♪
I did not like the look of it at all! ♪ Down the dark, swift stream you go ♪
I did not like the look of it at all! ♪ Back to lands you once did know! ♪
. ♪ Back to lands you once did know! ♪
. ♪ Float beyond the world of trees ♪
Within hours we reached the colony ♪ Out into the whispering breeze. ♪
of humans called Laketown. ♪ Out into the whispering breeze. ♪
A precise, if not too imaginative name ♪ Heave ho! Splash plump! ♪
But the village was actually built ♪ Rollin' down the hole! ♪
on the surface of Long Lake. ♪ Heave ho! Bang bump! ♪
. ♪ Roll-roll-roll-roll-roll-roll ♪
Here, the descendants of the men ♪ roll-roll-roll-roll-roll ♪
of Dale still dared to dwell ♪ roll-roll-roll-roll-roll ♪
of Dale still dared to dwell ♪ rollin' down the hole! ♪
And do business in the shadow ♪ rollin' down the hole! ♪
of old Smaug's mountain. ♪ rollin' down the hole! ♪
of old Smaug's mountain.
I am Thorin
Grandson of King Under the Mountain!
I have returned!
♪ The streams shall run in gladness, ♪
♪ The lakes shall shine and burn. ♪
♪ All sorrow fail and sadness ♪
♪ At the Mountain King's return! ♪
Hail, Thorin Oakenshield.
I am Bard the guardsman.
We are honored by your presence.
Your grandfather lives in our songs and legends.
What help we can offer will be yours,
and we trust to your gratitude,
when the dragon Smaug is killed and your kingdom is regained.
= Hurray! =
♪ All sorrow fail and sadness ♪
♪ At the Mountain King's return! ♪
We were fed, fattened, given supplies
and two weeks later found us nearing the end of our journey.
And chances were, it would be a very horrible end, indeed.
Yuk. That smell!
I've not smelled a dragon before!
All the halls within must be filled with his foul reek.
And while Smaug slept inside
we spent our days searching for that illusive secret door.
Then, one afternoon.
And so, Gandalf, while I wait, I inscribe the final pages of your log.
My only companion is an annoying bird cracking snails.
"Stand by the gray stone when the thrush knocks,
and the last light of the setting sun
will shine upon the keyhole."
Oh, my goodness!
Wake up! Wake up! It's happening!
By thunder!
There it is!
Thorin, before it's gone again, use your key!
Well, here we are.
But, what now?
Now is the time for our esteemed Mr. Baggins to perform the service
for which he was included in our company.
Me?
You must earn your reward. We do have a contract.
You think it's my job to go in first?
I've already gotten you out of two messes not in the original bargain.
And who will come with me?
Any of you?
I see.
Well, you are the burglar.
Go down and burgle something.
Very well. I won't refuse.
Eh Good luck.
Thank you.
I've begun to trust my luck more than in the old days.
Now, you're in for it at last, Bilbo Baggins.
Why are you here? You've no use for dragon treasures.
♪ To measure the meaning ♪
♪ can make you delay; ♪
Feel the worm's heat, Mr. Baggins?
A few more steps and you shall see
the old dragon Smaug at last.
You can still turn back, you know.
But to go on. To take those steps.
That would be the bravest of all moments.
Whatever happens afterwords is nothing.
Yes, here is where you fight your real battle, Mr. Bilbo Baggins.
Do you go back?
♪ It's time you stop thinkin' ♪
♪ and wasting the day. ♪
No!
Zzz.
Ahhh!
Zzz.
Well, thief
I smell you, feel your air
and I hear your breath.
Come along!
Help yourself. There is plenty and to spare.
Oh, thank you, oh, Smaug the magnificent.
I did not come for presents. I only wish to have a look at you
and see if you are truly as great as tales say.
I did not believe them.
Do you, now?
They fall utterly short of reality.
Oh Smaug, the chiefest and greatest of calamities.
You have nice manners for a thief
and liar.
You know me,
but I don't remember smelling you before.
Who are you and where do you come from?
I come from under the hill.
And under the hill and over the hills my paths led.
And through the air. I am he that walks unseen.
You make riddles?
What is your name?
I am the lucky number, the web-cutter, the spider stinger.
Lovely titles.
I am he that drowns his friends
and draws them alive again from the water.
I am the guest of eagles,
the ring winner,
and the luck wearer.
The clue finder and the barrel rider.
Barrel rider, eh?
Then I have guessed your riddle!
You are one of those miserable
tub thumping lake-men!
You and your town shall pay dearly for this intrusion!
Sss.
So, the lake-men would steal my treasure!
Wait! You don't know everything.
Not gold alone brought me hither.
Be done with your riddles!
What else brought you, lake-man?
Sss.
Revenge!
Revenge?
Surely you must realize that your success
has made you some bitter enemies.
Revenge? You? Ha!
I.. am.. Smaug!
I kill what I wish!
I am strong.
Strong.
Strong!
My armor is like tenfold shields.
My teeth are like swords.
My claws, spears.
The shock of my tail
a thunderbolt!
My wings
a hurricane!
And my breath
death!
Well?
Well‽
Where are your riddles now?
Very, very impressive.
However,
I ah..
I have always understood that dragons
were.. soft underneath. Vulnerable.
Especially, in the region of the chest.
You have heard wrong!
I am armored both above and below.
Well, I don't know about that.
"You don't know about that."
I shall show you!
Look!
What do you say to this?
Rare and wonderful, ah?
Dazzling!
Marvelous!
Perfect!
Flawless!
Staggering! Mag..
Old fool!
There is a patch in the hollow of your left breast
as bare as a snail out of its shell.
Eh?
What's that?
More riddles?
No, my riddling is done.
I really must not detain your magnificence any longer.
Sorry you could not find me,
but a fine burglar takes expert catching.
Burglar?
BUR·GLAR!
Thief! Fire! Murderer!
Ahh! Ahh! Ooh! Ooh! Ahh!
- We should have gone with him. - To be roasted alive?
It's the burglar!
Three cheers for good old Bilbo!
Thank you! But I'd appreciate a more pragmatic salute.
In other words
extinguish me!
There we go! There we go! Always glad to help a friend.
I can' tell you how grateful I am.
Oh, never mind that. What did you burgle?
- This. - Aww!
What's that?
Earthquake?
AAhhgghh!
AAhhggghh!
Into the secret passage! Our only chance!
Barrel riders!
Thieving lake-men!
Your people shall see my vengeance!
AAhhgghh!
The lake people are doomed, unless..
Yes, you! You are a mere thrush, and yet, so much more.
You have seen Smaug. You know his vulnerable spot!
Go now! To Laketown!
There is a guardsman. Bard. Tell him!
This breeze is strangely warm for Autumn.
Bard! What's that?
The dragon is coming, or I'm a fool!
Cut the Bridges! To arms! To arms!
- The dragon! - Old Smaug!
Awake after all these years!
The dragon is coming!
Ready? As he passes over!
Arrows!
Stand your ground! Re-arm!
- Fire - Ahh! - Heaven help us! - Save us!
Away, you fool bird! Away!
You speak?
Eh?
Bilbo Baggins?
He found what?
Yes! I'll look!
So! You speak the truth, MightyMike77020
So! You speak the truth, old thrush!
Black arrow, you've never failed me.
And I've always recovered you.
I had you from my father and he from of old.
If ever you came from the forges of the true King Under the Mountain
go now and speed well!
AAhhgghh!
. ♪ Under the Mountain dark and tall, ♪
. ♪ The king has come into his hall. ♪
. ♫ His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread, ♫
Now I am king! ♫ His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread, ♫
. ♫ His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread, ♫
Stop! ♫ His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread, ♫
There is only one king ♫ His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread, ♫
under the mountain, ♫ His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread, ♫
and I am he. ♫ And ever so his foes shall fall! ♫
Thorin! ♫ And ever so his foes shall fall! ♫
= Hail Thorin! Hip hip hurrah! = ♫ And ever so his foes shall fall! ♫
Now, now
much to be done. We must catalogue our wealth.
Dear me! And pack it for shipment.
Join the fun, burglar! Part of this is yours!
Might be mine! What if Smaug returns?
Oh, he's been gone for a week now! Found greener pastures, no doubt.
Has this wealth made you mad?
We must find our way out of this mountain
and see for ourselves if he's gone, and quickly!
According to this map, the main gate lies in this direction.
Follow me, gentlemen!
Bless my soul!
What are they?
Is the entire valley floor populated by giant fireflies?
Not fireflies! Fires! Campfires!
Nonsense! Only an army would need that many fires.
No, my friend. Two armies!
Bard of Laketown? What did you say?
Two armies!
Smaug is dead. I have slain him. The thrush delivered your message.
Really? Splendid news, old fellow! I hoped he would!
My people have made me king.
King? Really? Congratulations!
Couldn't happen to a nicer chap. Really! I don't know how to thank you.
Our town is destroyed and must be rebuilt.
You can thank us by sharing your fortune.
Why of course. Of course! There's plenty for all!
Wait! The fortune is ours! And belongs to dwarves alone!
It wouldn't be yours if Smaug still lived.
A technicality.
So, you brought two armies to take it, eh?
I brought one army.
The other is mine!
You, who threw us into the dungeon?
My people have suffered greatly from the worm through the years.
We demand retribution!
Never!
But why not?
There's enough for all in this mountain.
It's a matter of principle! Of honor!
Then, tomorrow we take it!
We will meet at sunrise on the field of battle.
You realize you're hopelessly outnumbered.
This is ridiculous!
Quiet! What does a burglar know of these matters?
Then tomorrow, it is!
. ♫ The dragon is withered, ♫
. ♫ His bones are now crumbled; ♫
. ♫ His armour is shivered, ♫
This is deucedly uncomfortable. ♫ His splendour is humbled! ♫
I'm certain to get a rash. ♫ O! Tra-la-la-lally ♫
That armor was forged in the foundries ♫ O! Tra-la-la-lally ♫
That armor was forged in the foundries ♫ Come back to the Valley. ♫
of my grandfather. ♫ Come back to the Valley. ♫
Wear it proudly ♫ Come back to the Valley. ♫
and it will carry you to victory! ♫ Fa-la! ♫
Confusticate and be bothered victory!
My only hope is to be taken prisoner
as quickly as possible.
Those are the words of a coward.
The coward who flushed out Smaug?
The coward who saved you time and time again?
The coward who always went forward while you cringed behind?
You don't see us cringing now, do you?
This is madness!
Fourteen against ten thousand
and yet you march off to certain destruction
as merrily as if you were on your way to another tea party.
Your kind will never understand war, Hobbit.
This is war! War!
Hoo, hoo.
Our lookout has spied something!
Oh, great King Under the Mountain!
- Balin, it's only Thorin! - Quiet!
- Yes, general? - "General"?
Another army approaches from the north-east!
An army of our kind. An army of dwarves!
- My cousin Dain from the iron hills? - None other!
Ha! Now, we are not outnumbered!
Now we have an army!
- A battle of three armies? - To war!
Onward!
Forward!
To battle!
- Scurvy dwarves! - Thieving dwarves!
Kill them!
- Chop them! - Take their heads!
= Kill the men! Kill the elves! =
= Save the gold for ourselves! =
Personally, I'd rather be back in Hobbiton.
- Who's that old man? - Get out of the way!
Move, you old fool!
Old fool?
Gandalf!
Halt!
I would speak with the kings!
Dread has come upon you all!
An army of goblins with claim to the treasure comes from the north!
Behold!
They ride upon wolves!
Oh, great Elf King, my truest friend and ally.
We must join our forces against this common scourge.
But of course, oh noble King Under the Mountain.
Your people are like brothers onto mine.
And my men and all their weapons are as one with yours.
Together we will vanquish the foul foe!
= Together! =
Thorin is correct. I simply do not understand war.
A battle of four armies.
One, two, three yes, four!
Our cause is hopeless! The goblins are too powerful!
But we'll spill much of their blood before the day has finished.
If these be our last moments, men,
let us live them with honor.
Hold! All is not lost. The goblins have many enemies.
There is yet still another army on the way.
The eagles!
Five armies now?
Mr. Bilbo Baggins, enough is enough.
Bombur! You're hurt!
I still live. And you?
A slight wound. Crack on the head. Out for hours. What happened?
We won.
Bombur gone, too?
Of our original thirteen,
how many are left?
Seven.
And Thorin?
Soon will be only six.
I have brought him.
Farewell, good thief.
I wish to part in friendship
and would take back my words at the gate.
There are many words I would take back also.
And does it take this
to make us see each other?
- Thorin! - Hush!
You are no coward, my friend.
I am sorry I so named you.
- This is not important. - And I was wrong.
You did understand war.
It was I who did not.
Until now.
Farewell, King Under the Mountain.
Child of the kindly west.
I have come to know
if more of us valued your ways
food and cheer above hoarded gold
it would be a merrier world.
But sad or merry
I must leave it now.
Farewell.
Farewell, Thorin.
You take only two tiny bags of gold home with you?
Your share was greater.
It's all my pony could carry,
and it's more than I'll ever need.
But you have other prizes.
The ring? Oh, yes.
I'll keep it as a souvenir
in a glass box, on the mantel.
And so, the prophecies of old have come true.
Smaug is gone and the goblins driven away.
The dwarves and elves live in peace
and the men thrive, multiply and build a civilization.
Prophecies, humph!
- What? - I had a hand in all that!
Surely you don't disbelieve the prophecies because you helped bring them about?
You don't really suppose, do you
that all your adventures and escapes were managed by mere luck
just for your sole benefit?
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.
Thank goodness!
Yes, you'll return to your home
place your souvenir ring on your mantel
publish your story, which you believe has come to its end.
What do you mean, "believe it has come to an end"?
It has, hasn't it?
Oh, Bilbo Baggins, if you really understood that ring
that someday members of your family not yet born will
then you'd realize that this story has not ended
but is only beginning.
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