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Mm.

Tauriel!

The Eagles are coming.

Bilbo.

Don’t move.

Don’t move.

Lie still.

Oh.

Mm.

Mm.

I’m glad you are here.

Shh, shh.

Unh.

I wish to part from you in friendship.

No.

You are not going anywhere.

You’re going to live.

I would take back my words and my deeds at the Gate.

You did what only a true friend would do.

Forgive me.

I was too blind to see it.

I am so sorry that I have led you into such peril.

No, I’m glad to have shared in your perils, Thorin.

Each and every one of them.

It is far more than any Baggins deserves.

Farewell Master Burglar.

Go back to your books and your armchair.

Plant your trees.

Watch them grow.

If more people valued home above gold this world would be a merrier place.

No.

No, no, no.

No.

Thorin.

Thorin, don’t you dare.

Thorin.

Thorin.

Thorin, hold on.

Hold on, please.

The Eagles.

The Eagles.

The Eagles are here.

Thorin?

The Ea.

I cannot go back.

Where will you go?

I do not know.

Go north.

Find the Dunedain.

There’s a young Ranger amongst them.

You should meet him.

His father, Arathorn, was a good man.

His son might grow to be a great one.

What is his name?

He’s known in the Wild as Strider.

His true name you must discover for yourself.

Legolas.

Your mother loved you.

More than anyone.

More than life.

They want to bury him.

Yes.

If this is love, I do not want it.

Take it from me.

Please.

Why does it hurt so much?

Because it was real.