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Run!

DORI: Look out!

Look out!

THORIN: Jump!

Come on!

Hold on!

No!

No!

Kili!

GLOIN: It’s all right!

They’re alive!

Where’s Bilbo?

Where’s the Hobbit?

There!

THORIN: Get him!

Aah!

Grab my hand!

Bilbo!

DORI: Ori, be careful!

ORI: Take it!

DWALIN: I’ve got you, lad.

ORI: Grab on!

Grab on!

Come on.

Get him.

GLOIN: Come on, lad.

Up you get.

I thought we’d lost our burglar.

He’s been lost ever since he left home.

He should never have come.

He has no place amongst us.

Dwalin!

DWALIN: lt looks safe enough.

THORIN: Search to the back.

Caves in the mountain are seldom unoccupied.

DWALIN: There’s nothing here.

Right, then.

Let’s get a fire started.

No.

No fires Not in this place.

Get some sleep.

We start at first light.

We were to wait in the mountains until Gandalf joined us.

That was the plan.

Plans change.

Bofur, take the first watch.

Where do you think you’re going?

Back to Rivendell.

No, no, you can’t turn back now, eh?

You’re part of the company.

You’re one of us.

I’m not, though, 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 never have run out my door.

You’re homesick.

I understand.

No, you don’t.

You don’t understand None of you do.

You’re Dwarves.

You’re used to this life.

To living on the road, never settling in one place, not belonging anywhere!

Oh, I am sorry.

I didn’t–

No, you’re right.

We don’t belong anywhere.

I wish you all the luck in the world.

I really do.

What’s that?

BILBO: Hmm?

Wake up!

Wake up!

Whoa!

Look out!

Look out!

DORI: Get away!

GLOIN: Filthy scum!

DWALIN: Get back!

GLOIN: You’ll pay for this!

Got you.

DORI: All right, all right.

Don’t push.

DWALIN: Get off!

Get your hands off me!

Get off me!

Get off me!

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 crack Every crevice.

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 bonebreaker.

Start with the youngest.

THORIN: Wait!

Well, well, well.

Look who it is.

Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror.

King Under the Mountain.

Oh, but I’m forgetting.

You don’t have a mountain.

And you’re not a king which makes you nobody, really.

I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head.

Just a head.

Nothing attached.

Perhaps you know of whom I speak.

An old enemy of yours.

A pale Orc, astride a white Warg.

Azog the Defiler was destroyed.

He was slain in battle long ago.

So you think his defiling days are done, do you?

Send word to the pale Orc.

Tell him I have found his prize.

Yes!

Yes.

Yes!

Gollum, gollum!

Aah!

Nasty Goblinses!

Better than old bones, precious.

Better than nothing.

GOLLUM: Too many boneses, precious.

Not enough flesh!

Shut up!

Cut its skin off.

Start with its head.

The cold hard lands

They bites our hands

They gnaws our feet

The rocks and stones

They’re like old bones

All bare of meat

Cold as death

Without no breath

It’s good to eat

Bless us and splash us, precious.

That’s a meaty mouthful.

Gollum, gollum!

Aah.

Back.

Stay back.

I’m warning you, don’t come any closer.

It’s got an Elfish blade.

But it’s not an Elfs.

Not an Elfs, no.

What is it, precious?

What is it?

My name is Bilbo Baggins.

Bagginses?

What is a Bagginses, precious?

I’m a Hobbit from the Shire.

Oh.

We like Goblinses, batses and fishes.

But we hasn’t tried Hobbitses before.

ls it soft?

ls it juicy?

Now, now, keep your distance!

I’ll use this if I have to.

Aah!

I don’t want any trouble, do you understand?

Just show me the way to get out of here and I’ll be on my way.

Why?

ls it lost?

Yes.

Yes, and I want to get unlost as soon as possible.

Ooh, we knows!

We knows safe paths for Hobbitses Safe paths in the dark.

Shut up!

I didn’t say anything.

We wasn’t talking to you.

Oh, yes, we was, precious.

We was.

Look, I don’t know what your game is, but I–

Games?

Oh, we love games, doesn’t we, precious?

Does it like games?

Does it, does it?

Does it like to play?

Maybe.