"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit." "Many ages ago, when this ancient planet was not quite so ancient  long before men recorded his history  here was the time of Middle Earth, where men shared his days with  elves, dwarves, wizards, goblins, dragons and... hobbits." "In the lands of Middle Earth, in an area known as the Shire  It 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?" "Yes?" " I'm 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'm Gandalf." "And Gandalf means me!" " Gandalf?" "Not the wondering wizard?" " The same!" "Listen." "Thorin and company, at your service." "Dwalin, Balin Kili, Fili Dori, Nori and Ori." "Oin, sir." "And Gloin, sir." "Calling Bifur." "And him, Bofur." "And Bombur at your service." "We are all at your service." "What do these dwarves want in Hobbiton?" "They've come for tea, and for supper  and for you, Burgler Baggins!" " There's a magic in that music." " And it moves through me." " You feel the love of beautiful things." " To go and see the great mountains  and hear the pine-trees and waterfalls." "To wear a sword instead of a walking-stick." "Just once." "Gandalf, dwarves and Burgler Baggins..." "What is this burgler business?" "If you prefer, you can say "expert treasure-hunter"." "Well, yes, I do prefer that." "We have met tonight, in the house of our friend  this most excellent hobbit." "May the hair on his toes never fall out!" "Cheer-cheer!" "We shall soon start on our long journey," "Our object is, I take it, well known to us." "All of us?" "It is not well known to me." "Really?" "Then we must inform our burgler." "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 men or elves." "For ancient king and elvish lord" "There many a gloaming 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." "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 biased 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." "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?" "Non other." "There are thirteen of you." "Very unlucky." "Mr. Baggins will make it fourteen." "A splendid lucky number you've found for us." "No arguments." "Let us have the contract." ""To Burgler Baggins." "Terms for your professional services." "One fourteenth of total profits, travelling expenses guarenteed." "Funeral expenses if necessary." "Sincerely, Thorin and company."" " Funeral expenses?" " Do you find the terms acceptable?" " Of course he does!" " But, but I..." "So, tomorrow begins your greatest adventure." "The Hobbit" "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 with 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." "Our lookout has found 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 burgler with us." " What have trolls to do with burgling?" " You could use some of that meat they're cooking." " Oh, I say!" " Burgler, do your burgling!" "Blasted!" "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." "Done for it!" "Dwarves?" "That's our supper!" "Let's go get 'em all!" "Let's roast them." "No, boil them, says I!" "It's to his own, boys!" "There's plenty for all." "I likes mine roast." "Dawn take you all, and be stone to you!" "The sun!" "Blessed it!" "How did the morning come so soon?" "We're done for!" "Excellent." "One moment." "One moment!" "Where's that bumbling burgler?" "Lucky number, indeed!" "Over here!" "Come and see what I've found!" "Not bad, burgler, for your first attempt." "Oh, it was nothing, actually." "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'm 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." "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 you 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." "Ah, I remember the Mountain whether not without this!" "Indeed?" "And how do you intend to enter Smaug's chambers?" "Through the main gate?" "As a house guest?" "You'd be ash 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, burgler!" " 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 looking exactly like the side of the mountain." "Here is the key." "Keep it safe." "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." "You will understand in time." "Behold, at last." "Rivendell!" "The hidden valley of the elves, where Elrond dwelles." "Simply enchanting!" " But we must be on." " Pity." "Elvish singing is not a thing to miss  in June under the stars." "But..." "My dear Elrond, your hospitality is magnificent." "The food, the vine, the stories, the music." "Yes, but we've much to accomplish." "You promised to have a look at these troll swords after all feast." "Yes, yes, of course." "The 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 honour." " 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 grey 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." "Dwarves have a strange notion of perfection." "And where's Gandalf?" "Gone again?" "I wish I was a wizard!" "Hello!" "What's this?" "Look out!" "The ponies!" "The ponies!" "Wake up!" "We've been robbed!" "The goblins are upon us!" "Save the ponies from the goblins!" "Trapped!" "The goblins have us!" "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!" "Murderers!" "Elf-friends!" "Stop!" "I know that sword!" "It is called:" "Glamdring, the Foe-hammer!" "Gandalf!" "Good old Gandalf!" "Follow me!" "Quickly!" "Through here!" "Follow me!" "Bilbo!" "He is gone!" "Bilbo, where are you?" "My precious." "It is my precious." "Hello, my precious." "Bless us and splash us." "Food for my precious." "Eggs and bacon. ---." " and sweet butter." "What is that noise, my precious?" "My precious does not know." "Bless my soul!" "Hello!" "What's this?" "A souvenir to show the neighbours back home." "If I ever get home." "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." "Mind you, I'm armed with an elvish blade!" "That's better." "Perhaps you know the way out?" "Perhaps ye sits here  and chats with it a bitsy, my preciousss." "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 eat 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?" "Gluey?" "Tacky?" "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." "Eggs!" "Eggs, it is!" "Oh, buffer!" "Us, now!" "Now, us, my precious." "I'm a quitter 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." "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 guess!" "Time is the answer!" "It is?" "I knew it all along." "That's an old one." "Well, fun is fun." "Now couldn't we get out of here?" "No!" "It's got to ask us another riddle, my precious!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "Oh, blessed!" "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 nassty little  pocketses?" "I'm sorry." "That's my riddle." "If you can't guess it, you lose." "And show me out!" "Oh, my precious loses!" "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, my birthday present, from its hiding place." "Now, what?" "You'll never guess my pocket contains this." "Bless my soul!" "Where is it?" "My golden ring!" "My magic ring!" "It is lost!" "Lost!" "Lost!" "Precious!" "My precious!" "My ring, lost!" "My precious remembers." "He wears it before  and he drops it on the shore!" "Curse it!" "Curse the Baggins!" "He found it!" "My ring!" "My birthday present!" "Am I he does carry on?" "Bless my soul!" "The ring?" "Yes, most definitely." "My precious!" "We find it!" "We find it!" "The Baggins." "My precious will crush it  and smash it!" "Better does this." "Where is it?" "Where is it?" "It is tricksy." "It says it doesn't know the way out  but it knows a way in, my precious." "It must  know a way out!" "It's off to the back door." "My precious must make haste to the back door." "To the back door!" "How convenient." "Well, follow the leader." "It's not here, my precious." "Escaped!" "Escaped!" "Thief!" "Thief!" "Baggins!" "We hate it!" "Hate it for ever!" "You see, Gollum thought I knew the way out, and wished 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, sort of speak." "Your story, Bilbo, has the ring of truth." "Yes, it rings true." "You need say no more." "We best gotta 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." " A warg!" " With the goblins!" " Help!" " We can't crawl 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 of far distance with no dropping!" "Yehoo!" "The river of Wilderland below!" "My thunder!" "They're taking us to the edge of Mirkwood Forest  to dash us against those rocks, I know it!" "Oh, great lord of 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  to your aeries receive you at the journey's end." "So this is the forest of Mirkwood." "Terrible place if I remember." "And dangerous." "No-no." "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 ain'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." "No-no." "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." "You, sir, will be my surrogate." "My replacement, so the same." "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, I'll have to suffice." "To Gandalf:" "As per your instructions  I'm keeping this log of our journey through Mirkwood forest." "I should make good use of it some day as a base of my memoirs." "...which I intend to call:" "There and back again: a hobbit's holiday." "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." "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." "I awoke the next morning to a hideous surprise." "Now I will give you a name." "And I shall call you Sting!" "The remainder of the morning I was spending 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 hung a day!" "Go away!" "Go away!" "Bombur!" "I certainly could not let my companions, my comrades  become of meal for these hideous spiders." "Action was called for." "Now you are all free." "I know, the spiders' poison 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 again!" "We will eat you and leave your skin hanging in a tree." "Grab it!" "I think I can hold them on!" "Run to the wood-elves' clearing!" "But, how can you..." "I will do the stinging." "Run." "Swiftly, now!" "We have trapped them now." "Close the circle." "It can't escape us!" "Lazy Lob!" "Attercop!" "My bless!" "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 the encounter with the spiders  gave up without a struggle." "We travelled all day and into the night." "Finally, we came to the palace of the elf king  which was of the very eastern edge of the forest." "We'd come all the way through  only to end up as prisoners." " 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 are feeling 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." "Oh, stop complaining!" "I never promised to burgle you first class accomodation." "I'd come far and through many adventures to see it  and now I did not like the look of it at all!" "Within hours we reached the colony of humans called Lake-town." "A precise, if not too imaginative name  but the village was actually built on the surface of Long Lake." "Here, the descendants of the men of Dale still dare to dwell  and do business in the shadow of old Smaug's mountain." "I am Thorin  grand son of King under the Mountain!" "I have returned!" "Hail, Thorin Oakenshield." "I am Bard the guardsman." "We are honoured 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  the dragon Smaug is killed and your kingdom is regained." "We were fed, fattened, given supplies  and two weeks later found us near in the end of our journey." "And chances were, it would be a very horrible end, indeed." "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 grey 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!" "My 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 got 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." "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." "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 afterwards is nothing." "Yes, here is where  you fight your real battle, Mr. Bilbo Baggins." "Do you go back?" "Well, thief  I smell you, feel your air." "I hear your breath." "Come on!" "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 the reality  oh Smaug, the Chiefest and Greatest of Calamities!" "You have nice manners for a thief  and a 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 sting..." "Lovely titles." "I am he that drowns his friends and draws them alive again from the water." "I am the guest of eagles, the Ringwinner, and the Luckwearer." "... the clue-finder and the Barrel-rider." "Barrel-rider, eh?" "Then I have guessed your riddle!" "You are one of those miserable  tub-trading lakemen!" "You and your town shall pay dearly for this intrusion!" "So the lakemen would steal my treasure?" "Wait!" "You don't know everything." "Not gold alone brought me hither." "Be done with your riddles!" "What else got you, Lakeman?" "Revenge!" "Revenge?" "Surely you must realized 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 have always understood that dragons  were soft underneath." "Vulnerable." "Especially, in the region of the chest." "You have heard wrong!" "I am armoured 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, eh?" "Dazzling!" "Marvellous!" "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." "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." "Burgler?" "Burgler!" "Thief!" "Fire!" "Murder!" " 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." "What's that?" "Earthquake?" "Into the secret passage!" "Our only chance!" "Barrel-rider!" "Thief Lakemen!" "Your people shall see my vengeance!" "The lake people are doomed, unless..." "Yes, you!" "You are a mere trush, and yet, so much more." "You have seen Smaug." "You know his vulnerable spot!" "Go now!" "To Lake-town!" "There's 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!" " Rearm!" "Away, you fool bird!" "Away!" "You speak?" "Bilbo Baggins?" "He found what?" "Yes!" "I'll look!" "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!" "Now I am king!" "Stop!" "There is only one King under the Mountain, and I am he  Thorin!" "Hail Thorin!" "Hip hip hurrah!" "Hip hip hurrah!" "Now, now  much have be done." "We must cataloge our wealth." "Dear me!" "And pack it for shipment." "Join the fun, burgler!" "Part of this is yours!" "Might be mine!" "What if Smaug returns?" "Oh, he've 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 flowed?" "Populated by giant fireflies?" "Not fireflies!" "Fires!" "Campfires!" "Nonsense!" "Not an army would need that many fires." "No, my friend." "Two armies!" "Bard of Lake-town?" "What did you say?" "Two armies!" "Smaug is dead." "I have slein him." "The thrush delivered your message." "Really?" "Splendid news, our 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 do lived." "A technicality." " So you brought two armies to take it?" " 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 honour!" "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 burgler know of these matters?" "Then tomorrow, it is!" "This is deucedly uncomfortable." "I'm certain to get a rash." "That armor was forged in the foundries of my grandfather." "Wear it proudly and it will carry you to victory!" " and be bothered victory!" "My only hope is to be taken prisoner as quickly as possible." "Those are the words of a covard." "The covard who flushed out Smaug?" "The covard who saved you time and time again?" "The covard 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 to march off to certain destruction  as if you were on your way for another tea-party." "Your kind will never understand war, hobbit." "This is war!" "War!" "Our lookout has found 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?" " Non 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 would 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 on 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 honour." "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 each other?" " Thorin!" " Hush!" "You are no covard, 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 all 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!" " 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 returned your home  place your souvenir ring on your mantel  publish your story, which you believe has come to its end..." "What dod you mean:" ""believe it has come to an end"?" "It has, hasn't it?" "Oh, Bilbo Baggins, if you really understood that ring  - but someday members of your family not yet born will -   then you'd realize that this story has not ended  but is only beginning."