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Dwalin, at your service.

Hm.

Uh.

Bilbo Baggins, at yours.

Do we know each other?

No.

Which way, laddie?

ls it down here?

ls what down where?

Supper.

He said there’d be food and lots of it.

He– He said?

Who said?

DWALIN: Mmm.

Mmm.

Very good, this.

Any more?

What?

Oh, yes, yes.

Ah.

Help yourself.

Hmm.

It’s just that, um, I wasn’t expecting company.

That’ll be the door.

Balin, at your service.

Good evening.

Yes.

Yes, it is.

Though I think it might rain later.

Hm?

Am I late?

Late for what?

Oh!

Ha, ha!

Evening, brother.

By my beard you’re shorter and wider than last we met.

BALIN: Wider, not shorter.

Sharp enough for both of us.

Uh, excuse me?

Sorry, I hate to interrupt.

But the thing is, I’m not entirely sure you’re in the right house.

DWALIN: Have you eaten?

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.

What is this?

I don’t know.

I think it’s cheese.

Gone blue.

DWALIN: It’s riddled with mold.

The thing is, I don’t know either of you.

Not in the slightest.

I don’t mean to be blunt, but I had to speak my mind.

I’m sorry.

BALIN: You think–?

Apology accepted.

Ah.

Now, fill it up, brother, don’t stint.

DWALIN: You wanna get stuck in?

I could eat again if you insist, brother.

Fili.

And Kili.

At your service.

You must be Mr. Boggins.

Nope!

You can’t come in.

You’ve come to the wrong house.

What?

Has it been canceled?

No one told us.

No, nothing’s been canceled.

That’s a relief.

Careful with these.

I just had them sharpened.

It’s nice, this place.

FILI: Yeah.

Did you do it yourself?

What?

No, it’s been in the family for years.

That’s my mother’s glory box.

Can you please not do that?

Fili, Kili.

Come on, give us a hand.

Mr. Dwalin.

Ha, ha.

BALIN: Shove this in the hallway.

Otherwise we’ll never get everyone in.

BILBO: “Everyone”?

How many more are there?

DWALIN: Where do you want this?

Oh, no.

DWALIN: It’s really heavy.

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 this is some clot-head’s idea of a joke.

I can only say it is in very poor taste.

GLOIN: Get off, you big lump!

Gandalf.

Those are my pri–!

Excuse me, not my wine.

Put that back.

Put that back.

Not the jam, please.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

It’s a tad excessive, isn’t it?

Have you got a cheese knife?

“Cheese knife”?

He eats it by the block.

BILBO: Ugh.

No, that’s Grandpa Mungo’s chair–

No, so is that.

Take it back, please.

I cannot hear what you’re saying.

BILBO: It’s an antique.

Not for sitting on.

That is a book, not a coaster.

And put that map down.

Excuse me, Mr. Gandalf?

Yes?

May I tempt you with a cup of chamomile?

Oh, no, thank you, Dori.

A little red wine for me, I think.

NORI: Whoop!

Mind out.

Yes.

Ah.

Uh, Fili, Kili.

Uh.

Oin, Gloin.

Dwalin, Balin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur.

Dori, Nori.

Ori!

No.

Not my prizewinners, thank you.

No, thank you.

GANDALF: Yes, you’re quite right, Bifur.

We appear to be one Dwarf short.

He is late, is all.

He traveled north to a meeting of our kin.

He will come.

Mr. Gandalf?

A little glass of red wine, as requested.

It’s got a fruity bouquet.

GANDALF: Oh.

Cheers.

GLOIN: Bombur’s on his second leg of lamb already.

GANDALF: Hmm.

DWALIN: No chance.

Not from that distance.

BOFUR: Wanna bet?

Bombur, catch!

GANDALF: I’ll help you with that.

DWALIN: Oh, you great galumphing git!

Who wants an ale?

There you go.

KILI: Over here, brother.

DWALIN: I said have another drink.

Here you go.

BOFUR: Ale on the count of three!

One, two.

Up!

BOFUR: I knew you had it in you!

Excuse me, that is a doily, not a dishcloth.

But it’s full of holes.

It’s supposed to look like that.

It’s crochet.

And a wonderful game it is too, if you’ve got the balls for it.

Bebother and confusticate these Dwarves!

My dear Bilbo, what on earth is the matter?

What’s the matter?

I’m surrounded by Dwarves.

What are they doing here?

Oh, they’re quite a merry gathering once you get used to them.

I don’t want to get used to them.

Look at the state of my kitchen.

There’s mud trod into the carpet.

They’ve pillaged the pantry.

I won’t tell you what they’ve done in the bathroom.

They’ve destroyed the plumbing.

I don’t understand what they’re doing in my house!

Excuse me.

I’m sorry to interrupt, but what should I do with my plate?

FILI: Here you go, Ori.

Give it to me.

Take that back.

Excuse me.

That’s my mother’s West Farthing pottery.

It’s over 1 00 years old!

And can you not do that?

You’ll blunt them.

BOFUR: Ooh.

Do 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, 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’re finished, if they are whole

Send them down the hall to roll

That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates

GANDALF: Bilbo.

He is 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.

Mark?

There’s no mark on that door.

lt was painted a week ago.

There is a mark.

I 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?

THORIN: Ax 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.

Thought as much.

He looks more like a grocer than a burglar.

What news from the meeting in Ered Luin?

Did they all come?

Aye.

Envoys from all seven kingdoms.

BALIN: All of them!

DWALIN: And what did the Dwarves of the lron Hills say?

ls Dain with us?

They will not come.

THORIN: They say this quest is ours and ours alone.

BILBO: You’re going on a quest?

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.

“The Lonely Mountain.”

Aye, Oin has read the portents and the portents say it is time.

Ravens have been seen flying back to the mountain, as it was foretold.

“When the birds of yore return to Erebor the reign of the beast will end.”

Uh, what beast?

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.

Yes, I know what a dragon is.

I’m not afraid.

I’m up for it.

I’ll give him a taste of Dwarfish iron right up his jacksie!

NORI: Good lad, Ori!

Sit down.

The task would be difficult enough with an army behind us but we number just 1 3.

And not 1 3 of the best nor brightest.

NORI: Here, who are you calling dim?

OIN: Sorry, what did he say?

FILI: We may be few in number but we’re fighters, all of us, to the last Dwarf.

And you forget, we have a Wizard in our company.

Gandalf will have killed hundreds of dragons in his time.

Oh, well, no.

I wouldn’t say–

DORI: How many, then?

What?

Well, how many dragons have you killed?

Go on.

Give us a number.

Excuse me.

Please.

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?

BALIN: You forget, the Front Gate is sealed.

There is no way into the mountain.

That, my dear Balin, is not entirely true.

How came you by this?

lt was given to me by your father.

By Thrain.

For safekeeping.

lt is yours now.

FILI: 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 are careful and clever, I believe that it can be done That’s why we need a burglar.

Hmm.

And a good one too.

An expert, I’d imagine.

GLOIN: And are you?

Am I what?

He said he’s an expert.

Hey.

Me?

No.

No, no, no.

I’m not a burglar.

I’ve never stolen a thing in my life.

Well, I’m afraid I have to agree with Mr. Baggins.

He’s hardly burglar material.

Nope.

Aye, the Wild is no place for gentle folk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves.

KILI: He’s just fine