THE HOBBIT Transcript and sync: jcdr
OLD BILBO (V.O.): My dear Frodo.
You asked me once if I had told you everything there was to know about my...
adventures.
And while I can honestly say I have told you the truth...
I may not have told you all of it.
I am old now Frodo.
I'm not the same hobbit I once was.
I think it is time for you to know...
what really happened.
It began long ago.
In a land far away to the East.
The like of which you will not find in the world today.
There was the city of Dale.
Its market's known far and wide, full of the bounties of fine and vail,
peaceful and prosperous.
For this city laid before the doors of the greatest kingdom in Middle- earth...
Erebor.
Stronghold of Thrór, king under the mountain.
The mightiest of the dwarf lords.
Thrór ruled with utter surety, never doubting his house would endure,
for his line lay secure in the lives of his son...
and grandson.
Ah, Frodo. Erebor.
Built deep within the mountain itself,
the beauty of this fortress city was a legend.
Its wealth lay in the earth, in precious gems humed from rock,
and in great seams of gold running like rivers through stone.
The skill of the dwarves was unequaled.
Fashioning object of great beauty,
out of diamond, emerald, ruby and sapphire.
Ever they delved deeper down into the dark,
and that is where they found it.
The heart of the mountain...
The Arkenstone.
Thrór named it the king's jewel.
He took it as a sign, a sign that his right to rule was divine.
All would pay homage to him. Even the great Elven king, Thranduil.
But the years of peace and plenty were not to last.
Slowly the days turned sour,
and the watchful nights closed in.
Thrór's love of gold had grown too fierce...
A sickness had begun to grow within him.
It was a sickness of the mind.
And where sickness thrives...
bad things will follow.
The first they heard was a noise like a hurricane, coming down from the North.
The pines on the mountain creaked and cracked in the hot dry wind.
THORIN: Balin, sound the alarm.
Call out the guards, do it now!
BALIN: What is it?
Dragon.
DRAGON!
OLD BILBO (V.O.): He was a Firedrake from the North.
The Smaug... had come!
Such wanton death was dealt that day,
for this city of men was nothing to Smaug.
His eye was set on another price.
For dragons covet gold... with a dark and fierce desire.
NO!
Erebor... was lost.
For a dragon will guard his plunder as long as he lives.
Run for your lives!
Help us!
Thranduil would not risk the lives of his kin against the lawth of the dragon.
No help came from the Elves that day.
Nor any day since.
Robbed of their homeland, the dwarves of Erebor wandered the wilderness.
The once mighty people brought low.
The young dwarf prince took work where he could find it,
laboring in the villages of men.
But always, he remembered...
the mountain smoke beneath the moon, the trees like torches blazing bright,
where he had seen dragon fire in the sky, and a city turn to ash.
And he never forgave... and he never forgot.
That, my dear Frodo, is where I come in.
For quite by chance, and the will of a wizard,
fate decided I would become part of this tale.
It began... well, it began as you might expect.
In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit.
Not a nasty, dirty wet hole full of worms and oozy smells.
This was a hobbit home.
And that means good food, a warm house...
and all the comforts of home.
OLD BILBO: Thank you.
FRODO: What's this?
That is private. Keep your sticky paws off!
It's not ready yet.
Not ready for what?
Reading.
OLD BILBO: What on earth are these?
FRODO: Replies to the party invitations.
Good gracious.
Is it today?
They all say they're coming, except for the Sackville- Bagginses,
who're demanding you ask them in person.
OLD BILBO: Are they, indeed. Over my dead body.
They'd probably find that quite agreeable.
They seem to think you have tunnels overflowing with gold.
It was one small chest, hardly overflowing.
And it still smells of troll.
What on earth are you doing?
Taking precautions!
You know I caught her making off with the silverware once.
FRODO: Who?
OLD BILBO: Lobelia Sackville- Baggins.
She had all my spoons stuffed in her pockets.
Dreadful woman.
Make sure you keep an eye on her after I'm...
When I'm... when...
When you're... what?
It's nothing... nothing.
FRODO: You know, some people are beginning to wonder about you.
They think you're becoming odd.
– Odd? – Hmm...
Unsociable.
Unsociable, me? Nonsense.
Be a good lad and put that on the gate.
Do you think he will come?
Who?
Gandalf.
Oh, he wouldn't miss a chance to let off his wiz poppers.
He'll give us quite a show, you'll see.
FRODO: Right then. I am off. .
FRODO: Right then. I am off. – Off to where?
FRODO: Eastfarthing woods. I'm going to surprise him.
OLD BILBO: Well go on then. You don't want to be late.
OLD BILBO: He doesn't approve being late.
Not that I ever was.
In those days, I was always on time.
I was entirely respectable...
and nothing unexpected...
ever happened.
AN UNEXPECTED JOURNEY
– Good morning. – What do you mean?
Do you mean to wish me a good morning,
or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not?
Or perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning...
or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?
All of them at once, I suppose.
Can I help you?
It remains to be seen.
I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure.
An adventure?
No, I don't imagine anyone west of Bree,
who'd have much interest in adventures.
Nasty, disturbing... uncomfortable things.
Make you late for dinner!
Good morning!
To think that I should have lived to be good- morninged by Belladonna Took's son,
as if I was selling buttons at the door!
Beg your pardon?
You've changed, and not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins.
I'm sorry, do I know you?
Would you know my name, although you don't remember I belong to it,
I'm Gandalf...
and Gandalf means...
me!
Not Gandalf, the wandering wizard who made such excellent fireworks,
Old Took used to have them on Midsummer's Eve!
I had no idea you were still in business.
And where else should I be?
Well...
Well, I'm pleased to find you remember something about me...
even if it's only my fireworks.
So that's decided.
It will be very good for you...
and most amusing for me. I shall inform the others.
Inform the who- what- no, no. No, wait.
We do not want any adventures here, thank you- not today, not...
I suggest you try over the hill or... across the water.
Good morning.
[Bell rings]
Dwalin...
at your service.
Hm... Uh...
Bilbo... Baggins...
at yours. But do we know each other?
No.
Which way, laddie?
Is it down here?
– Is- Is what? Down where?
Supper. He said there'd be food. Lots of it.
He- he said? Who said?
Very good dish. Any more?
What? Uh, oh, uh yes, yes.
Help yourself.
It's just that, hum...
I wasn't expecting company.
[Bell rings]
That would be the door.
Balin... at your service.
Good evening.
Yes, yes it is.
Though I thing it might rain later.
Am I late?
Late... for what?
Ooh! Ah ah!
Evening, brother!
[Balin aughing]
By my beard!
You are shorter and wider than last we met.
Wider, not shorter.
Sharp enough for both of us.
[Balin laughing]
[Both laughing]
Uh... Excuse me. Sorry. I hate to interrupt.
Uh, but the thing is I'm not entirely sure you're in the right house.
BALIN: Have you eaten?
It- It's not that I don't like visitors.
I like visitors as much as the next hobbit.
But I do like to know them before they come... visiting...
– DWALIN: What's this? – BALIN: I don't know,
BALIN: I just thought it a cheese,
– BILBO: The thing is- – BALIN: Gone blue.
– DWALIN: It's riddled, but mold. – BILBO: the thing is,
BILBO: I don't- I don't know how to begin. Not in the slightest.
BILBO: I don't mean to be blunt, but I- but I had to speak my mind. I'm sorry.
Apology accepted.
BALIN: Oh no, fill it up brother, don't stint.
[Bell rings]
BALIN: I could eat again, if you insist.
– Fíli. – and Kíli.
At your service.
You most be Mr. Boggins.
No! You can't come in, you've come to the wrong house.
What's you- Has it been canceled?
No one told us.
Can- No, nothing's been canceled.
That's a relief.
Careful with these, we just had them sharpened.
It's nice, this place.
Did you do it yourself?
BILBO: Well no, it's been in the family for years.
That's my mother's glory box, can you please not do that?
DWALIN: Fíli, Kíli come on, give us a hand.
Mr. Dwalin.
BALIN: Let's shove this in the hole, or otherwise we'll never get everyone in.
BILBO: Hey- Everyone? How many more of you?
What do you want? .
What do you want? – Oh no.
No, no. There's nobody home!
Go away! And... bother somebody else.
There's far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is.
If- if this is some... blunt head's idea of a joke,
I can only say, it is in very... poor taste!
A DWARF: Put your hands off, you big lump!
Gandalf.
BILBO: Those are my fr- Excuse me, not my wine!
Put that back.
Put that back!
Not the jam, please. Excuse me. Ex- Excuse me.
A tad excessive, isn't it? Have you got a cheese knife?
BOFUR: A cheese knife? He eats it by the block.
No no, that's grandpa Mungo's chair, no-
ah, so is that. Take it back, please. Take it back,
this is antique, not for sitting on. Thank you.
BILBO: That is a book, not a coaster.
BILBO: Uh, put that map down.
– DORI: Excuse me, Mr. Gandalf. – Yes?
May I tempt you with a cup of camomile?
Ooh, no thank you Dori, a little red wine... for me I think.
GANDALF: Uh, Fíli, Kíli, uh...
Óin, Glóin... Dwalin, Balin...
Bifur, Bofur, Bombur...
– Dori, Nori... – BILBO: No, no,
BILBO: not my dried tomatoes, thank you.
– GANDALF: Ori! – No, thank you.
[Bifur speaks dwarvish]
GANDALF: Yes you are quite right, Bifur.
We appear to be one dwarf short.
He is late, is all.
He travel North to a meeting of our kin, he will come.
– DORI: Mr. Gandalf? – Hmm?
A little glass of red wine as requested, it's got a fruity bouquet.
Cheers.
[Big talking noise]
– Balin- – Catch!
Who wants an ale? There you go.
OIN: Let me have another drink.
BALIN: Here you go.
Hey, on the count of three!
One! Two!
Come!
[They belch]
Ex- Excuse me, that is a doily, not a dish cloth.
BOFUR: But it's full of holes!
BILBO: It's supposed to look like that, it's crochet.
Oh, and a wonderful game it is too, if you got the balls for it.
Bebother and confusticate these dwarves!
GANDALF: My dear Bilbo, what on earth is the matter?
What's the matter?
I am surrounded by dwarves. What they're doing here?
Oh, they're quite a merry gathering... once you get used to 'em.
I don't want to get used to them.
Look at the state of my kitchen! There's mud trodding the carpet,
they- they've pillaged the pantry,
I'm not even gonna tell you what they've done in the bathroom,
they've all but destroyed the plumbing!
I don't understand what they're doing in my house!
ORI: Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt.
But what sha'd do with my plate?
FILI: Here you go, Ori, give it to me.
Excuse me!
That's my mother's Westfarthing pottery, it's over a hundred years old!
[Doing music with kitchenware]
BILBO: And- and ca- can you not do that, you'll blunt them!
Ooh, d'you hear that, lads?
He says we'll blunt the knives!
♪ Blunt the knives, bend the forks,
♪ Smash the bottles and burn the corks,
♪ Chip the glasses and crack the plates,
♪ That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!
♪ Cut the cloth and tread on the fat,
♪ Leave the bones on the bedroom-mat,
♪ Pour the milk on the pantry-floor,
♪ Splash the wine on every door,
♪ Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl,
♪ Pound them up with a thumping pole,
♪ When you've finished, if any are whole,
♪ Send them down the hall to roll!
♪ That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!
[All dwarves laughing loud]
[Somebody hits the door hard]
He's here.
Gandalf.
I thought you said this place would be easy to find.
I lost my way, twice.
I wouldn't have found it at all, had it not been for that mark on the door.
BILBO: Mark? There's no mark on that door, it was painted a week ago!
GANDALF: There is a mark, I have put it there myself.
Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce the leader of our company,
Thorin Oakenshield.
So...
This is the hobbit.
Tell me Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?
Pardon me?
Axe or sword, what's your weapon of choice?
Well, I do have some skill at conkers, if you must know.
But I fail to see... why that's relevant.
I thought as much.
He looks more like a grocer than a burglar.
[LAUGHS]
BALIN: What news from the meeting in Ered Luin?
Did they all come? .
Did they all come? – Aye,
envoys from all seven kingdoms.
DWALIN: And what did the dwarves of the Iron Hill say?
Is Dain with us?
They will not come.
THORIN: They say this quest is ours, and ours alone.
BILBO: You're doing a quest?
GANDALF: Bilbo, my dear fellow, let us have a little more light.
Far to the East,
over ranges and rivers,
beyond woodlands and wastelands,
lies a single solitary peak.
BILBO: The Lonely Mountain.
GLOIN: Aye, Óin has read the portents, and the portents say: it is time.
OIN: Ravens have been seen flying back to the mountain as it was foretold.
When the birds of the old return to Erebor,
the reign of the beast will end.
BILBO: Uh...
what beast?
BOFUR: Well that would be a reference to Smaug the terrible,
chiefest and greatest calamity of our age.
Airborne fire breather...
teeth like razors, claws like meat hooks,
extremely fond of precious metals. .
extremely fond of precious metals. – Yes, I know what a dragon is.
I'm not afraid, I'm up for it.
I'll give him a taste of the dwarfish iron right up his jacksy!
[Cheers] DORI: Sit down.
BALIN: The task would be difficult enough with an army behind us.
but we number just thirteen...
and not thirteen of the best...
nor brightest.
ORI: Hey! Who you're calling dimp!
FILI: We may be few in number.
But we're fighters...
all of us! To the last one!
KILI: And you forget we have a wizard in our company,
Gandalf will have killed hundreds of dragons in his time.
Oh, well no, uh, I- I wouldn't say-
DORI: How many then? .
How many then? – What?
Well, how many dragons have you killed?
DORI: Go on, give us a number!
Uh... Give me- Please, please.
THORIN: ENOUGH!
If we have read these signs, do you not think others will have read them too?
Rumors have begun to spread.
The dragon Smaug has not been seen for 60 years.
Eyes look East to the mountain, assessing... wondering…
weighing the risk.
Perhaps the vast wealth of our people now lies unprotected. Do we sit back...
while others claim what is rightfully ours?
Or do we seize this chance to take back Erebor?!
[Thorin speaks darwish]
BALIN: You forget the front gate is sealed.
There is no way into the mountain.
GANDLAF: That, my dear Balin, is not totally true.
THORIN: How came you by this...?
GANDALF: It was given to me by your father... by Thráin... for safekeeping.
It is yours now.
KILI: If there is a key... there must be a door!
These runes speak of a hidden passage to the lower halls.
There's another way in.
Well, if we can find it, but dwarf doors are invisible when closed.
The answer lies hidden somewhere in this map,
and I do not have the skill to find it, but...
there are others in Middle- earth who can.
The task I have in mind will require a great deal of stealth,
and no small amount of courage.
But if we're careful and clever, I believe that it can be done.
ORI: That's why we need a burglar.
BILBO: Hmm. And a good one too. An expert, I would imagine.
GLOIN: And are you?
BILBO: Am I what?
OIN: He said he's an expert!
Me? No. No no no no. I- I'm not a burglar.
I've never stolen a thing in my life.
And I'm afraid I have to agree with Mr. Baggins.
He's hardly burglar material.
Aye, the wild is no place for gentle folk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves.
[All dwarves speak heatedly]
Enough! If I say Bilbo Baggins is a burglar, then a burglar he is.
Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet.
In fact, they can pass unseen by most if they choose...
and while the dragon is accustomed to the smell of a dwarf,
the scent of a hobbit is all about unknown to him,
which gives us a distinct advantage.
You asked me to find the 14th member of this company,
and I have chosen Mr. Baggins.
There's a lot more into him than his appearances suggest.
And he's got a great deal more to offer than any of you know...
including himself.
You must trust me on this.
Very well...
We'll do it your way. .
We'll do it your way. – BLIBO: No. No-
Give him your contract.
– BOFUR: We're in. – BILBO: Please.
BOFUR: We're off!
It's just the usual: summary about the pocket expenses...
time required, remuneration, funeral arrangements, so forth.
Funeral arrangements?
Ooh...
We cannot guarantee his safety.
Understood.
We will not be responsible for his fate.
Agreed.
“.. total's cash on delivery up to but not exceeding
one fourteenth of total profit if any”. Seems fair.
“The present company shall not be liable for injuries inflicted by or sustained
as a consequence thereof, including, but not limited to...
lacerations...
evisceration?
Incineration?
Oh, aye, he’ll melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye.
Hu...
You alright, laddie? .
You alright, laddie? – Huh? Yeah, I fe-
[Blows]
Feel a bit faint.
Think furnace, with wings. .
Think furnace, with wings. – Hey, I- I- I need air.
BOFUR: Flash of light, searing pain, and puf! You’re nothing more than a pile of ash!
No-
Oh, very helpful, Bofur.
I'll be alright. Just... let me... sit quietly for a moment.
You've been sitting quietly for far too long.
GANDALF: Tell me...
When did doilies... and your mother's dishes become so important to you?
I remember a young hobbit who was always running off in search of Elves, in woods.
He would stay out late.
Come home, after dark, trailing mud and twigs and fireflies.
A young hobbit who would've liked nothing better than to find out
what was beyond the borders of the Shire.
The world is not in your books and maps.
It's out there.
I can't just go running off into the blue.
I am a Baggins... of Bagg End.
You are also a Took.
Did you know that your great great great great uncle, Bullroarer Took,
was so large, he could ride a real horse?
Yes, well he could!
In the battle of Greenfields, he charged the goblin ranks
he swung his club so hard, it knocked the goblin king's head clean off,
and it sailed a hundred yards through the air, and went down a rabbit hole.
And thus the battle as won...
and the game of golf invented at the same times.
BILBO: I do believe you made that up.
GANDALF: Well, all good stories deserve embellishment.
You'll have a tale or two to tell of your own when you come back.
Can you promise that I will come back?
No...
And if you do...
you'll not be the same.
That's what I thought.
Sorry, Gandalf, I can't sign this.
You've got the wrong hobbit.
BALIN: It appears we have lost our burglar.
Probably for the best.
The odds were always against us.
After all, what are we?
Merchants, minors...
tinkers, toy makers.
Hardly the stuff of legend.
There are a few warriors amongst us.
Old warriors.
THORIN: I would take each and every one of these dwarves over an army from the Iron Hills...
for when I called upon them, they answered.
Loyalty...
Honor...
A willing heart....
I can ask no more than that.
You don't have to do this.
You have a choice.
You've done honorably by our people.
Yоu hаvе buіlt а nеw lіfе fоr uѕ іn thе Βluе Μоuntаіnѕ...
a life of peace and plenty.
A life that is worth more than all the gold in Erebor.
From my grandfather to my father, this has come to me.
They dreamt of the day when the dwarves of Erebor would reclaim their homeland.
There is no choice, Balin.
Not for me.
BALIN: Then we are with you, laddie.
We will see it done.
♪ Far over the misty mountains cold
♪ To dungeons deep and caverns old
♪ We must away ere break of day
♪ To find our long forgotten gold
♪ 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.
Hello!
PASSERBY: Hey! Mr. Bilbo. Where're you after?
BILBO: I can't stop, I'm already late!
Late for what?
I'm going on an adventure!
BILBO: Wait!
Wait!
I signed it.
BALIN: Everything appears to be in order.
Welcome, master Baggins...
in the company of Thorin Oakenshield.
THORIN: Give him a pony.
No, no no no. That- that won't be necessary.
I can- I am sure I can keep up on foot,
yeah, I- I've done my fair share of... walking holidays, you know,
even got as far as the Frog Mountain once-
OIN: Come on Nori. pay up!
A DWARF: One more.
BILBO: What's that about?
GANDALF: Oh they took wagers... on whether or not you would turn up.
Most of them bet that you wouldn't.
And what did you think?
My dear fellow... I never doubted of you for a second.
Oh it's horsehair.
Having a reaction.
Uh...
Wait, wait. Stop!
BILBO: Stop! We have to turn around.
GANDALF: What on earth is the matter?
I forgot my handkerchief.
BOFUR: Here!
Use this.
DWALIN: Move on!
GANDALF: You'll have to manage without pocket handkerchiefs,
and a good many other things, Bilbo Baggins,
before we reach our journey's end.
You were born to the rolling hills and little rivers of the Shire.
But home is now behind you.
The world is ahead.
[Dwarves snore]
[All snore heavily]
BILBO: Good girl! Here's a good girl.
It's our little secret, Myrtle,
Just tell no one, shh shh...
[SCREAMS]
What was that?
Orcs.
Orcs?
FILI: Throat cutters.
There'd be dozens of them out there.
The low lands are crawling with them.
KILI: They strike, in the wee small hours, when everyone's asleep.
Quick and quiet, no screams. Just lots of blood.
THORIN: You think that's funny?
You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?
We didn't mean anything by it.
THORIN: No you didn't.
You know nothing of the world.
BALIN: Don't mind him, laddie.
Thorin has more cause than most to hate orcs.
BALIN (CON'T): After the dragon took the Lonely Mountain,
King Thrór tried to reclaim the ancient dwarf kingdom of Moria.
BALIN (CONT'D): But our enemy had got' there first.
Moria had been taken by legions of orcs,
led by the most vile of all their race...
Azog... the Defiler.
The giant Gundabad orc had sworn
to wipe out the line of Durin.
He began...
by beheading the king.
[Azog screams]
NOOOOOO!
BALIN (CONT'D): Thráin, Thorin's father, was driven mad by grief,
he went missing, taken prisoner or killed, we did not know.
We were leaderless.
Defeat...
and death...
were upon us.
That is when... I saw him.
A young dwarf prince facing down the Pale Orc.
He stood alone against this terrible foe.
His armor rent, wielding nothing but an oaken branch as a shield.
Azog the Defiler learned that day,
that the line of Durin would not be so easily broken.
[THORIN SHOUTING IN DWARVISH]
Our forces rallied, and drove the orcs back.
Our enemy had been defeated...
but there was no feast, nor song that night...
for our dead were beyond the count of grief.
We few, had survived...
and I thought to myself then...
there is one... who I could follow...
there is one...
I could call king.
BILBO: And the Pale Orc?
What happened to him?
THORIN: He slunk back into the hall whence he came.
That filth died of his wounds long ago.
[Wargs growl]
DORI: There. Mr. Gandalf?
Can't you do something about this deluge?
It is raining, master dwarf.
And it will continue to rain until the rain is done!
If you wish to change the weather of the world,
you should find yourself another wizard.
Are there any? .
Are there any? – What?
– Other wizards? .
– Other wizards? – There are five others.
The greatest of our order is Saruman. The White.
Then there are the two blue wizards...
D'you know, I have quite forgotten their names.
And who is the fifth?
Well, that would be Radagast. The Brown.
Is he a great wizard or is he...
more like you?
I think he's a very great wizard... in his own way.
He's a gentle soul who prefers the company of animals to others.
He keeps a watchful eye over the vast forestlands to the East,
and a good thing too, for always evil will look to find a foothold in this world.
[FOREST BIRDS SINGING]
Not good...
Not good at all!
Hmm...
[Radagast whistles]
Oh. Oh no...
Sebastian!
Good gracious.
Move back, give him some air, for goodness sake!
I don't understand why it's not working,
it's not as if it's witchcraft.
Witchcraft...
Oh...
But it is!
A dark and powerful...
magic.
[Noises against the windows]
[Hits against the door]
[Sebastian exhales]
[Mice squeaking]
[Incantations in wizard language]
[Incantations (cont'd)]
[Noises stop]
Where on this good earth do those foul creatures come from?
[Bird sings]
The old fortress?
[The bird sings]
Show me.
THORIN: We'll camp here for the night.
Fíli, Kíli, look after the ponies.
Make sure you stay with them.
GANDALF: A farmer and his family used to live here.
THORIN: Óin, Glóin. .
THORIN: Óin, Glóin. – Aye?
Get the fire going.
GANDALF: I think it would be wiser to move on.
We could make for the hidden valley.
THORIN: But I've told you already.
I will not go near that place.
GANDALF: Why not?
The Elves could help us, we could get food, rest, advice.
THORIN: I do not need their advice.
GANDALF: We have a map that we cannot read. Lord Elrond could help us.
THORIN: Help?
A dragon attacks Erebor. What help came from the Elves?
Orcs plunder Moria, desecrate our sacred halls,
the Elves looked on and did nothing!
You ask me to seek out the very people who betrayed my grand father...
who betrayed my father.
You are neither of them.
I did not give you that map and key for you to hold on to the past.
I did not know they were yours to keep.
Everything alright?
Gandalf, where are you going?
To seek the company of the only one around here who's got any sense.
And who's that? .
And who's that? – Myself, mister Baggins!
I've had enough of dwarves for one day.
Come on Bumbur, we're hungry.
Is he coming back?
It's been a long time.
BOFUR: Who? .
BOFUR: Who? – Gandalf.
He's a wizard! He does as he chooses.
Here. Do us a favor, take this to the lads.
Stop it, you've had plenty.
What's the matter?
KILI: We're supposed to be looking after the ponies.
FILI: Only we've encountered a... slight problem.
KILI: We had sixteen.
FILI: Now there's... fourteen.
KILI: Daisy and Bungle are missing.
BILBO: What?
Well, that's... not good, and that is not good at all.
Shouldn't we tell Thorin?
FILI: Uh, no. Let's not worry him.
As our official burglar, we thought you might like to look into it.
BILBO: Well, eh...
it looks as if something big uprooted these trees.
KILI: That was our thinking.
BILBO: It's something very big, and possibly quite dangerous.
KILI: Hey! There's a light.
Move here.
Stay down.
BILBO: What is it?
KILI: Trolls.
[A troll groans]
He's got Myrtle and Minty!
I think they're gonna eat them, we have to do something.
KILI: Yes, you should.
Mountain trolls are slow and stupid,
and you're so small, – Me? Me, no.
they'll never see you. It's perfectly safe!
We'll be right behind you.
If you run into trouble hoot twice like a barn owl, once like a brown owl.
Twice like a barn owl, hoot twice like a... brown, hoots like a-
like a- ah, are you sure this is a good idea?
WILLIAM: Mutton yesterday, mutton today, and blimey,
if it don't look like mutton again tomorrer.
BERT: What yer would be? These ain't sheep!
These is waste nags!
WILLIAM: Oh no, horse? I don't like horse.
I never have. Not enough fat on them.
BERT: Well, it's bett'r of a leathery ol' farmer. Only skin and bone he was.
I'm still pickin' bits of him out o' me teeth.
[Tom sneezes]
BERT: Well, that's lovely, that is. A floater.
WILLIAM: Oh! Might improve the flavor!
TOM: Oh! Heve more where that came from.
BERT: Oh no yer don't!
TOM: Aouuuuaou, aouuu aouuu!
BERT: Sit down!
[Tom about to sneeze]
[Tom blows his nose]
Well...
TOM: Oh I hope yer gonna gut these nags?
I don't like the stinky parts.
TOM: Aouuuu!
BERT: I said sit down!
WILLIAM: I'm starving, are we having horse tonight or what?
BERT: Shut yer cake hole, you'll eat what I pig ya.
WILLIAM: How come he's the cook? Ev'rything tastes the same,
ev'rything tastes like chicken,
except the chicken,
what tastes like fish!
BERT: I'm just saying, a little appreciation would be nice.
“Thank you very much, Bert.”
“Lovely stew, Bert.” How hard is that?
Just needs a sprinkle o' squirrel dung.
Hey, that's my grog!
TOM: Sorry.
Aouuuu!
BERT: Ooh. That is beautifully balanced, that is...
Wrap yer loganbie around that, mate.
Huh? Good ain't it?
That's why I'm the cook.
[WILLIAM] Me guts are rambling. I've got to snack on something.
Flesh. I need flesh!
[Tom about to sneeze, then blows his nose]
TOM: Aah!
Blimey!
Burt! Burt, look what's come out o' me hooter!
He's got arms and legs and ev'ryting!
BERT: What is he?
TOM: I don't know, but I don't like the way he wriggles around!
BERT: What are yer then? An oversized squirrel?
I'm a burglar- uh, hobbit!
WILLIAM: A 'burglarhobit'?
BERT: Can we cook him?
WILLIAM: We can try!
He wouldn't make more than a mouthful. Not when he's skinned and boned!
BERT: P'raps there's more burglarhobits 'round these parts,
might be enough for a pie!
– BERT: Grab him! – TOM: He's too quick!
BERT: Oah, come here, you little...
Gotcha!
Are there any more of you little fellas hiding where you shouldn't?
No.
WILLIAM: He's lying! .
WILLIAM: He's lying! – I'm not!
Hold his toes over the fire.
Make him squeal!
[Tom Screams]
KILI: Drop him!
BERT: You what?
KILI: I said...
drop him.
[All dwarves shouting]
TOM: Aoouuu!
– KILI: Bilbo! – No!
BERT: Lay down your arms!
Or we'll whip his off!
DWARVES: Ah, it's hot it's hot it's hot!
TOM: Don't bother cooking 'em!
Best to sit on 'em, and... squash 'em into jelly!
BERT: They should be so salted and grilled with a sprinkle of sage.
DWARF: Is this really necessary?
TOM: That does sound quite nice.
BERT: Never mind the seas'ning, we ain't got all night!
Dawn ain't far away, let's get a move on!
I don't fancy been turned to stone.
BILBO: Wait!
You are making a terrible mistake.
DORI: You can't reason with them, they're half- wits!
BOFUR: Half- wits? What does that make us?
BILBO: I meant with the, uh, with the- with the seasoning.
BERT: What... about the seasoning?
BILBO: Well, have you smelt them?
You're gonna need something stronger than sage before you plate this lot up!
DWARVES: Traitor!
WILLIAM: What do you know about cooking dwarf?
BERT: Shut up, and let the, uh, flurgerburburhobit talk.
BILBO: Uh, the- the secret to cooking dwarf, is umm…
BERT: Yes?
Come on,
– BILBO: It's, uh, – BEET: tell us the secret?!
BILBO: Ye- yes, the damn thing is- the secret is...
to... skin them first!
[All dwarves shouting]
BERT: Tom, get me filleting knife.
GLOIN: Come, I'll get you, you little-
DWALIN: I won't forget that, I won't forget t-
WILLIAM: What a load of rubbish!
I've eaten plenty with their skins on.
Scoff 'em I say, boots and all!
TOM: He's right!
Nothing wrong with a bit o' raw dwarf.
Nice and crunchy.
BILBO: Uh no, not- not that one, he's infected!
BERT: You what?
Yeah he's got worms in his...
tubes.
TOM: Ooh!
In- in fact, they all have. They're infested with parasites,
it's a terrible business, I wouldn't risk it, I really wouldn't.
GLOIN: Parasite, did he say parasite?
KILI: But we don't have parasites!
You have parasites.
[Foot hit]
GLOIN: I've got parasites as big as my arm!
KILI: Mine are the biggest parasites, I've got huge parasites!
NORI: We're riddled!
ORI: Yes, I'm riddled!
DORI: Yes we are, badly!
WILLIAM: What would you have us do then?
Let 'em all go?
Well...
WILLIAM: You think I don't know what you're up to.
This little ferret... is taking us for fools!
BILBO: Ferret? .
BILBO: Ferret? – BERT: Fools?
GANDALF: The dawn will take you all!
– WILLIAM: Who's that? – BERT: No idea.
TOM: Can we eat him too?
[Trolls scream as they change to stone]
[All dwarves laugh of joy]
DWALIN: Ooh, get your foot out of my back!
THORIN: Where did you go to, if I may ask?
GANDALF: To look ahead.
THORIN: What brought you back?
GANDALF: Looking behind.
Nasty business.
Still they all are in one piece.
No thanks to your burglar.
He had the nose to play for time.
None of the rest of you thought of that.
GANDALF: They must have come down from the Ettenmoors.
THORIN: Since when the mountain trolls venture this far South?
GANDALF: Oh, not for an age...
Not since a darker power ruled these lands.
They could not have moved in daylight.
THORIN: There must be a cave nearby.
OFUR: Oh what's that stench?!
GANDALF: It's a troll hoard.
Be careful what you touch.
[All dwarves cough from the smell]
BOFUR: Seems a shame just to leave it lying around.
Anyone could take it.
GLOIN: Agreed.
Nori, come here.
Get a shovel.
THORIN: These swords were not made by any troll.
GANDALF: Nor were they made by any smith among men.
These were forged in Gondolin...
by the High Elves, of the First Age.
You could not wish for a finer blade.
GLOIN: Kíli, come, come.
NORI: Alright, come.
GLOIN: We're making a long-term deposit.
THORIN: Let's get out of this foul place.
Come on, let's go.
Bofur, Glóin, Nori.
– GANDALF: Bilbo. – Hm?
Here. This is about your size.
I can't take this.
The blade is of Elvish make, which means
it will glow blue when orcs or goblins are nearby.
I- I have never used a sword in my life.
And I hope you'll never have to.
But if you do, remember this:
True courage... is about knowing not when to take a life...
but when to spare one.
DWALIN: Something's coming!
BILBO: Gandalf!
GANDALF: Stay together.
Hurry, they're armed!
Arm yourselves!
RADAGAST: Thieves! Fire! Murder!
GANDALF: Radagast.
It's Radagast the Brown!
GANDALF: What on earth are you doing here?
I was looking for you, Gandalf.
Something's wrong. Something's terribly wrong!
Yes?
RADAGAST: Just give me a minute, hm...
No...
I had a thought and, now I've lost it, it was-
it was was right there, on the tip of my tongue!
Oh! It's not a thought at all!
It's just only a...
stick insect.
RADAGAST: The Greenwood is sick, Gandalf.
A darkness has fallen over it, nothing glows anymore.
At least nothing good.
The air is foul of decay,
but worse are the webs.
GANDALF: Webs? What do you mean?
RADAGAST: Spiders, Gandalf. Giant ones.
Some kind of spawn of... Ungoliant, or I'm not a wizard.
I followed their trail.
They came from... Dol Guldur.
GANDALF: Dol Guldur?
But the old fortress is abandoned.
No, Gandalf.
It is not.
RADAGAST (CONT'D): A dark power dwells in there...
such as I have never felt before.
It is the shadow of an ancient aura.
One that can summon the spirits of the dead.
I saw him, Gandalf.
From out of the darkness...
the Necromancer has come!
Sorry.
GANDALF: Try a little old Toby.
It'll help setting your nerves.
Then out.
Now... the Necromancer.
Are you sure?
RADAGAST: That is not... from the world...
of the living.
[Howlings]
Was that a wolf? Are there- are there wolves out there?
Wolves?
No, that is not a wolf.
[Growls]
THORIN: Warg scouts!
Which means an orc pack is not far behind.
Orc pack?
Who did you tell about your quest, beyond your kin?
No one.
Who did you tell?
No one, I swear!
What in Dorin's name is going on?
You're being hunted.
DWALIN: We have to get out of here.
ORI: We can't! We have no ponies. They bolted.
RADAGAST: I'll draw them off.
GANDALF: These are Gundabad wargs. They will outrun you!
These are Rhosgobel rabbits.
I'd like to see them try.
[Wargs howl]
Come and get me!
[Radagast laughing]
[Wargs bark]
GANDALF: Come on!
Stay together. Move!
THORIN: Ori, no!
Come back.
All of you, come on, come on! Quick!
THORIN: Where're you leading us?
GANDALF: Move!
Run!
GLOIN: There they are!
GANDALF: This way! Quickly!
KILI: I think there's more coming!
THORIN: Kíli! Shoot them!
FILI: We're surrounded!
FILI: Where's Gandalf?
DWALIN: He's abandoned us!
THORIN: Hold your ground!
GANDALF: This way, you fools!
THORIN: Com'on, move!
Quickly! All of you!
THORIN: Go, go, go!
GANDALF: .. nine, ten...
Kíli! Run!
[Hunting horn]
[Noise of arrows]
Elves.
DWALIN: I cannot see where the pathway leads.
Do we follow it or no?
BOFUR: We follow it, of course!
GANDALF: I think that would be wise.
The valley of Imladris.
In the common tongue, it's known by another name.
Rivendell.
GANDALF: Here lies the last homely house, east of the sea.
This was your plan all along...
to seek refuge with our enemy.
You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield.
The only ill-will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself.
THORIN: You think the Elves... will give our quest their blessing?
They will try to stop us.
Of course, they will.
But we have questions that need to be answered.
If we are to be successful, this will need to be handled with tact...
and respect...
and no small degree of charm.
Which is why you will leave the talking to me.
LINDIR: Mithrandir.
Ah, Lindir.
Stay sharp.
I must speak with Lord Elrond.
My Lord Elrond is not here.
Not here?
Where is he?
[Hunting horn]
[Thorin speaks dwelvish]
Close ranks!
Gandalf!
Lоrd Εlrоn.
Strange for orcs to come so close to our borders.
Something or someone has drawn them near.
GANDALF: Ah, that may have been us.
Welcome Thorin, son of Thráin.
I do not believe we have met.
You have your Grandfather's bearing.
I knew Thrór when he ruled under the mountain.
Indeed? He made no mention of you.
[Speaks Elvish]
GLOIN: What is he saying? Does he offer us insult?
No Master Glóin, he's offering you food.
Ah Well...
In that case, lead on.
Try it. Just a mouthful.
I don't like green food.
Where's the meat?
Have they got any chips?
GANDALF: Kind of you to invite us, I'm... not really dressed for diner.
ELROND: Well, you never are.
ELROND: This is Orcrist...
the Goblin- cleaver.
A famous blade, forged by the High Elves of the West.
My kin.
May it serve you well.
And this is Glamdring...
The Foe- hammer, sword of the king of Gondolin.
These swords were made for the Goblin wars of the First-
BALIN: I wouldn't bother, laddie.
Swords are named for the great deeds they do in war.
What're you saying, my sword hasn't seen battles?
I'm not actually sure it is a sword.
More of a letter opener, really.
ELROND: How did you come with these?
GANDALF: We found them in a troll hoard on the Great East road,
shortly before we were ambushed by orcs.
And what were you doing on the Great East road?
THORIN: Our business is no concern of Elves.
GANDALF: For goodness sake. Thorin, show him the map!
THORIN: It is the legacy of my people.
It's mine to protect!
As are its secrets.
GANDALF: Save me from the stubbornness of dwarves.
Your pride will be your downfall.
You stand here in the presence of one of the few in Middle-earth who can read that map.
Show it to Lord Elrond!
ELROND: Erebor.
What is your interest in this map?
GANDALF: It's mainly academic.
As you know, this sort of artifacts sometimes contains hidden texts.
You still read ancient dwarvish, do you not?
ELROND: Yeah, “Cirth ithil”.
GANDALF: Moon runes...
Of course.
An easy thing to miss.
ELROND: And in this case, that is true. Moon runes can only be read by the light
of the moon of the same shape and season as the day on which they were written.
THORIN: Can you read them?
ELROND: These runes were written on a mid-summer's eve
by the light of a crescent moon nearly two hundred years ago.
It would seem you were meant to come to Rivendell.
Fate is with you, Thorin Oakenshield.
The same moon shines upon us tonight.
“Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks,”
“and the setting sun with the last light of Durin's Day
will shine upon the key- hole”.
BILBO: Durin's Day?
GANDALF: It the dwarves' new year,
when the last moon of Autumn and the first sun of Winter appear in the sky together.
THORIN: This is ill news.
Summer is passing. Durin's Day will soon be upon us.
BALIN: We still have time.
BILBO: Time, for what?
BALIN: To find the entrance.
We have to be standing at exactly the right spot, at exactly the right time.
Then, and only then... can the door be opened.
ELROND: So this is your purpose. To enter the mountain.
THORIN: What of it?
ELROND: There are some who would not deem it wise.
GANDALF: Who do you mean?
You are not the only guardian to stand watching over Middle- earth.
Bombur!
[Everyone laughing]
GANDALF: With or without our help, these dwarves will march on the mountain.
They're determined to reclaim their homeland.
I do not believe Thorin Oakenshield feels that he's answerable to anyone.
ELROND: Nor for that matter am I, cause it's not me they must answer to.
Lady Galadriel.
Mithrandir.
GANDALF: 'd no idea Lord Elrond had sent for you.
SARUMAN: He didn't.
I did.
Saruman.
You've been busy of late, my friend.
Tell me, Gandalf...
Did you think these plans and schemes of yours would go unnoticed?
GANDALF: Unnoticed?
No, I...
I'm simply doing what I feel to be right.
Galadriel: The dragon... has long been on your mind.
GANDALF: It is true, my Lady.
Smaug owes allegiance to no one.
But if he should side with the enemy,
the dragon could be used to terrible effect.
SARUMAN: What enemy?
Gandalf, the enemy is defeated.
Sauron is vanquished.
He can never regain his full strength.
Gandalf...
for four hundred years, we have lived in peace,
a hard won watchful peace!
GANDALF: Are we- are we at peace?
Trolls have come down from the mountains,
they are raiding villages, destroying farms.
Orcs have attacked us on the road.
ELROND: Hardly a prelude to war.
SARUMAN: Always you must meddle.
Looking for trouble where none exist!
GALADRIEL: Let him speak.
GANDALF: There is something at work beyond the evil of Smaug,
something far more powerful.
We can remain blind to it, but it will not be ignoring us, that I can promise you.
A sickness hides over the Greenwood.
The woodsmen who live there now call it Mirkwook, and uh, they s- they say...
SARUMAN: Well, don't stop now, tell us what the woodsmen say?
GANDALF: They speak of a Necromancer, living in Dol Guldur,
a sorcerer who would summon the dead.
SARUMAN: That's absurd.
No such power exists in this world.
This... Necromancer is nothing more than a mortal man.
A conjurer dabbling in black magic.
GANDALF: And so I though too. But...
Radagast has seen- .
Radagast has seen- – Radagast?
Do not speak to me of Radagast the Brown.
He's a foolish fellow.
Well... he's odd, I grant you, he lives a solitary life.
SARUMAN: It's not that.
It's his excessive consumption of mushrooms.
They've addled his brain, and yellowed his teeth.
I warned him.
It is unbefitting one of the Istari wandering the wood...
GALADRIEL (V.O.): You carry something.
It came to you from Radagast...
He found it in Dul Guldur...
GANDALF: Yes.
GALADRIEL: Show me.
[Saruman keeps on speaking]
What is that?
GALADRIEL: A relic of Mordor.
ELROND: A Morgul blade...
GALADRIEL: Made for the witch-king of Angmar,
and buried with him.
When Angmar fell,
the men of the North took his body,
and all that he possessed was sealed within the high fells of Rhudaur.
Deep within the rock, they buried him...
in a tomb so dark...
it couldn't have come to light.
ELROND: This is not possible.
A powerful spell lies upon those tombs, they cannot be opened!
SARUMAN: What proof do we have this weapon came from Angmar's grave?
GANDALF: I have none.
SARUMAN: Because there is none.
Let us examine what we know.
A single orc pack has dared to cross the Bruinen.
A dagger from a by-gone age has been found.
And a human sorcerer who calls himself the Necromancer,
has taken up residence in a ruined fortress.
It's not so very much, after all.
The question of this dwarvish company however, troubles me deeply.
I'm not convinced, Gandalf.
I do not feel I can condone such a quest.
If they come to me, I might just spare them this disappointment.
I will not pretend to understand your reasons for raising their hopes...
GALADRIEL (V.O.): They are leaving.
[Saruman still speaking]
GANDALF: Yes.
GALADRIEL: You knew.
[Saruman still speaking]
SARUMAN: .. I'm afraid there's nothing else for it.
LINDIR: My Lord Elrond.
The dwarves...
they've gone.
THORIN: Be on your guard,
we're about to step over the Edge of the Wild.
Balin, you know this path, lead on.
BALIN: Ah Aye.
THORIN: Master Baggins,
I suggest you keep up.
GALADRIEL (V.O.): You will follow them.
GANDALF: Yes.
GALADRIEL: You are right to help Thorin Oakenshield.
But I fear this quest has set in motion forces we do not yet understand.
The riddle of the Morgul blade must be answered.
Something moves in the shadows, unseen,
hidden from our side, it will not show itself...
not yet.
But every day it grows in strength.
You must be careful.
GANDALF: Yes...
GALADRIEL: Mithrandir.
Why the Halfling?
GANDALF: I don't know.
Saruman believes that it is only a great power that can hold evil in check,
but that is not what I have found.
I found it is... the small things,
everyday deeds of ordinary folk,
that keep the darkness at bay...
simple acts of kindness and love.
Why Bilbo Baggins?
Perhaps it is because I am afraid...
and he gives me courage.
GALADRIEL: Do not be afraid, Mithrandir.
You are not alone.
[Thunder]
Alright, hold on!
[Bilbo slips, all shout]
THORIN: We must find shelter!
DWALIN: Look out!
BIFUR: Hold on!
BALIN: This is no thunderstorms!
It's a thunder- battle!
Look!
Rock breaking]
BOFUR: Well bless me.
The legends are true!
Giants! Stone giants!
THORIN: Take cover, you fool!
NORI: Hold on!
FILI: Kíli, grab my hand!
– What's happening?
Go, go, go! .
Go, go, go! – Let's run! Come on, keep on.
THORIN: Noooo!
Nooo!
No! Kíli!
KILI: We're alright! We're alive!
BFUR: Where's Bilbo?
Where's the hobbit?
[Bilbo yells]
Grab my hand!
– Bilbo!
BOFUR: Come on and take it!
BALIN: I've got you, lad.
Come on, come on!
THORIN: Get him!
DWALIN: : I thought we'd lost our burglar.
THORIN: No!
He's been lost ever since he left home.
He should never have come.
He has no place amongst us.
Dwalin!
THORIN: It looks safe enough. Search nearby.
Caves in the mountain are seldom unoccupied.
DWALIN: There's nothing here.
GLOIN: Right then. Let's get the fire started.
THORIN: No. No fires. Not in this place.
Get some sleep...
We start at the first light.
BALIN: We were to wait in the mountains until Gandalf joined us.
That was the plan.
THORIN: Plans change.
Bofur...
Take the first watch.
[Warg growls]
BILBO: Okay...
BOFUR: Where do you think you're going?
BILBO: Back to Rivendell.
BOFUR: No. No, you can't turn back, now.
You're part of the company. You're one of us.
BILBO: I'm not now, am I?
Thorin said I should never have come, and he was right.
I'm not a Took, I'm a Baggins, I don't know what I was thinking.
I should've never ran out the door.
BOFUR: You're homesick. I understand.
BILBO: No, you don't! You don't understand, none of you do, you're dwarves!
You're used to th- to this life, to living on the road,
never settling in one place, not belonging anywhere.
Oh, I'm sorry, I didn- hmm...
BOFUR: No, you're right.
We don't belong anywhere.
I wish you all the luck in the world.
I really do.
What's that?
[Hissing noise]
Wake up.
Wake up!
Everyone screaming]
Aah!
Ooh!
Aah!
Ooh!
Ouh!
Look out!
[Goblins grawl]
A DWARF: Leave my- go away!
[All screaming, growling, snarling]
BILBO: Uuuh!
A DWARF: Get your hands off me! Get off me!
THORIN: Get off me!
[Bats noise]
BILBO: Huh!
[Bilbo screams in the fall]
[Goblin city is all screaming, growling, snarling]
GREAT ORC: Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom?
Spies? Thieves? Assassins?
Dwarves, your Malevolence.
Dwarves?
We found them on the front porch.
Well don't just stand there, search them!
Every crowns, every quivers!
What are you doing in these parts.
Speak!
Very well, if they will not talk...
we'll make them squawk!
Bring up the mangler, bring up the bone breaker!
Start with the youngest.
Wait!
Well well well!
Look who it is.
Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór,
king under the mountain.
Oh! But I'm forgetting you don't have mountain.
And you're not a king. Which makes you...
nobody really.
I know someone... who would pay a petty price for your head.
Just the head...
nothing attached.
Perhaps you know of whom I speak.
An old enemy of yours...
The Pale Orc... astride a white Warg.
THORIN: Azog the Defiler... was destroyed.
He was slain in battle long ago
GREAT ORC: So you think his defiling days are done, do you?
Send word to the Pale Orc,
tell him I have found his prize.
[Orc laughing]
[Hissing noise]
GOLLUM: Yesss.
Yes!
Yes...
Gollum...
Yes!
Gollum! Gollum!
Nasty... goblinses... are...
better than old bones, precious.
Better than... nothing.
GOLLUM: Aah, too many boneses, precious.
Not enough flesh.
Shut up! Cut its skin off!
Start with its head.
[Golum starts to sing]
♪The cold hard lands, they bites our hands
♪they gnaws our feet,
♪for rocks and stones are like old bones
♪all bare of meat,
♪cold as death, without no breath it's good to eat.
[Hissing noise]
GOLLUM: Bless us and splash us, precious,
that's a meaty mouthful.
Gollum! Gollum!
BILBO: Back. Stay back.
I'm warning you, don't come any closer.
GOLLUM: It's got an Elfish blade,
but it's not an Elfes.
Not an Elfes, no...
Whot is it, precious?
Whot is it?
BILBO: My name...
is Bilbo Baggins.
GOLLUM: Bagginses.
Whot is a Bagginses, precious?
BILBO: a... hobbit from the Shire.
GOLLUM: Oh!
We like goblinses, batses and fishes, but we hasn't try Hobbinses before!
Is it soft?
Is it juicy? .
Is it juicy? – BILBO: No! No, keep-
Keep your distance!
I'll use this, if I have too.
I don't- I don't want any trouble, you understand?
Just show me the way to get out of here, and I'll be on my way.
GOLLUM: Why? Is it lost?
BILBO: Yes. Yes, and I want to get unlost, as soon as possible.
GOLLUM: Oh, we knows! We knows safe path for hobbitses. Safe path in the dark.
Shut up!
BILBO: I didn't say anything.
I wasn't talking to you!
Oh yes, we- we was, precious, we was.
BILBO: Look, I- I don't know what you're game is. but I-
GOLLUM: Games?
Oh we love games, doesn't we, precious?
Does it like games?
Does it, does it, does it like to play?
BILBO: Maybe.
GOLLUM: What has roots as nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,
Up, up, up it goes,
And yet never grows?
– The moutain. – Yes, yes.
Ooh, let's have another one, uh?
Yes. Go, do it again.
Do it, do it again, ask us.
No. No more riddles.
Finish him off, finish him now!
Gollum, Gollum!
BILBO: No! No, no.
I w- I want to play.
I do. I want to play. I can see...
you are...
very good at this.
So... why don't we...
have a game of riddles.
Yes, just- just- just you and me.
GOLLUM: Yes.
Just...
Just- just us.
BILBO: Yes. Yes!
And- and if I win...
you will show me the way out.
Yes?
GOLLUM: Yes. Yes!
And if it loses, what then?
Wow, if it loses, precious, we will eats it!
Yes, Baggins loses, we eats it all.
BILBO: Fair enough.
The Baggins first.
Thirty white horses on a red hill,
First they champ,
Then they stamp,
Then they stand still.
Teeth?
Teeth! [Laughing]
That's my precious!
But we... we... only have...
nine.
My turn.
Voiceless it cries,
Wingless flutters,
Toothless bites,
Mouthless mutters.
BILBO: Just a minute.
GOLLUM: Oh, oh!
We knows, we knows!
Shut up!
BILBO: Wind...
It's wind! Course it is.
GOLLUM: Very clever hobbitses,
very clever!
BILBO: A- A box without hinges, key,
or... or lid,
yet golden treasure inside is hid.
[Gollum mumbling]
BILBO: Well?
GOLLUM: It's nasty.
BILBO: D'you give up?
GOLLUM: Oh, give us a chance, precious, give us a chance.
[Gollum wails]
Eggses! Eggses!
Wet, crunchy little eggses, yes,
grandmother taught us to suck them, yes!
[bats flying]
GOLLUM: We have one for you.
All things it devours,
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers,
Gnaws iron, bites steel,
Grinds hard stones to meal.
Answer us.
BILBO: Give me a moment, please, I gave you a good long one.
[Bilbo mumbling]
I don't know this one.
GOLLUM: Is it tasty?
Is it scrumptious?
Is it crunchable!
BILBO: Let me think!
Let me think.
GOLLUM: It's stuck!
Bagginses...
ss stuck.
Time's up.
BILBO: Time? Ti-
The answer... is Time.
[Gollum cries]
Actually, it wasn't that hard.
GOLLUM: Last question...
Last chance...
BILBO: Okay... uh...
GOLLUM: Ask us...
Ask us! .
Ask us! – Yes. Yes, alright.
BILBO: What have I got...
in my pocket?
GOLLUM: That's no fair. Is...
Is no fair. Is against the rules!
You ask us another one.
BILBO: No. No no no.
You said, ask me a question.
Well that is... my question:
What have I got in my pocket?
[Gollum moaning]
GOLLUM: Three guesses, precious, he must give us three!
BILBO: Three guesses, very well, guess away.
GOLLUM: Handses!
BILBO: Wrong. Guess again.
GOLLUM: Uuh! Fish bones, goblin's teeth, wet shells... bat's wings... oooh aaah...
Knife!
Oh, shut up!
BILBO: Wrong, again. Last guess.
GOLLUM: String!
Or nothing.
BILBO: Two guesses at once.
Wrong both times.
[Gollum cries]
BILBOO: So...
Come then.
I won the game, you promised to show me the way out.
GOLLUM: Did we say so, precious?
Did we say so?
Whot has he got in his pocketses?
BILBO: That's no concern of yours.
You... lost.
GOLLUM: Lost.
Lost?
Uh where is it?
Where is it?
No!
Where is it? Nooo!
Lost, lost!
Curse us and splash us,
my precious is lost!
BILBO: What have you lost?
GOLLUM: Mustn't ask us, not it's business,
Nooo!
Gollum! Gollum!
What...
has he got...
іn іtѕ nаѕty lіttlе росkеtѕеѕ.
It's too late.
It's too late!
[Great orc singing]
♪ Bones will be shattered, neck will be wrung,
♪ You'll be beaten and battered, from racks you'll be hung,
♪ You will dine down here and never be found,
♪ Down in the deep of Goblin town.
I know that sword!
It is the Goblin-cleaver!
The Biter!
The blade that sliced a thousand neck!
Slash them, beat them, peel them, kill them all!
Cut up his head!
[Big explosion]
Take up arms...
Fight.
Fight!
GREAT ORC: He wields the Foe-hammer, the Beater, bright as daylight!
GANDALF: Follow me.
Quick!
Run!
GOLLUM: Give it to us!
[Gollum screaming]
It's ours.
It's ours!
[Gollum yells]
GOLLUM: Thiefs!
Baggins!
GANDALF: Quickly!
Don't stop.
DWALIN: One! Two!
Post!
Charge!
THORIN: Cut the ropes!
GANDALF: Come on, quickly!
Come on!
THORIN: Jump!
Come on!
GREAT ORC: You thought you could escape me.
What you gonna do now, wizard?
Oh no!
Aouh!
That will do it.
[All screaming]
BOFUR: Oh, that could have been worse.
DWALIN: You've got to be joking!
THORIN: Gandalf!
DWALIN: There's too many, we can't fight them.
GANDALF: Only one thing will save us.
Daylight!
Come on!
Here, on your feet.
[Gollum still screaming]
GOLLUM: Wait... my precious.
Wait!
Gollum! Gollum!
Baggins!
Thief!
Curse it and crush it, we lost it for ever!
GANDALF: Five... Six... Seven.. Eight...
Bifur... Bofur... that's ten,
Fíli, Kíli... that's twelve,
And Bombur, that makes thirteen.
Where's Bilbo?
Where is your hobbit?
Where is our hobbit?
GLOIN: Curse that Halfling!
Now he's lost? I thought he was with Dori!
DORI: Don't blame me!
GANDALF: And where did you last see him?
BIFUR: I think I saw him slip away when they first cornered us.
GANDALF: And what happened exactly? Tell me!
THORIN: I'll tell you what happened.
Master Baggins saw his chance and he took it!
He's thought of nothing but his soft bed and his warm hearth
since first he stepped out of his door.
We will not be seeing our hobbit again.
He is long gone.
BILBO: No...
he isn't.
GANDALF: Bilbo Baggins...
I've never been so glad to see anyone in my life.
KILI: Bilbo... We'd given you up!
How on earth did you get past the goblins?
DWALIN: How indeed?
Oh, why does it matter?
He's back.
It matters.
I want to know...
why did you come back?
I know you doubt me. I know- I know you always have.
And you're right, I often think of Bag End.
I miss my books...
and my arm chair, and my garden.
See, that's where I belong.
That's home.
And that's why I came back, cause...
you don't have one. A home.
It was taken from you.
But I will help you take it back if I can.
[Wargs growling]
Out of the frying pan.
And into the fire.
Run.
Run!
GANDALF: Up into the trees. All of you!
Come on, climb, Bilbo. Climb!
THORIN: They're coming!
THORIN: Azog!
It cannot be...
GANDALF: Fíli!
GANDALF: No!
Aah no!
Oh no!
DORI: Mister Gandalf!
ORI: Hold on, Nori!
[The Pale Orc growls]
BALIN: Nooo!
DWALIN: Thorin! No!
BOFUR: Thorin!
GANDALF: Thorin!
Thorin.
Have I failed?
It's your right.
Bilbo is here. He's quite safe.
THORIN: You!
What were you doing?
You know you could've yourself killed?
Did I not say that you would be a burden?
That you would not survive in the wild...
and you had no place amongst us.
I have never been so wrong, in all my life.
Well, I'm sorry I doubted you.
BILBO: No, I- I would have doubted me too.
I'm not a hero... nor a warrior.
Not even a burglar.
BILBO: What's that? What do you think it is?
GANDALF: Erebor!
The Lonely Mountain.
The last of the Great Dwarf Kingdoms of Middle- earth.
THORIN: Our home.
OIN: A raven!
The birds are returning to the mountain.
GANDALF: That, my dear Óin, is a thrush.
THORIN: We will take it as a sign... a good omen.
BILBO: You're right.
I do believe the worst is behind us.
Transcript and sync: jcdr v1.1 - 05.01.2013