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This way.

It’s this way!

Come on!

Thofin!

Follow Balin!

Thorin.

Come on!

Thofin!

DWALIN: Hold on!

NORI: Thofin!

Go.

Go!

DWALIN: The plan’s not gonna work.

These furnaces are stone cold.

BALIN: He’s right.

We’ve no fire hot enough to set them ablaze.

Have we not?

I did not look to see you so easily outwitted.

You have grown slow and fat in your dotage.

slug!

Take cover.

Go!

THORIN: Bombu r!

Get those bellows working.

Go!

THORIN: Bilbo!

Up there.

On my mark pull that lever.

Balin!

Can you still mix a flash-flame?

Aye.

It’ll only take a jiffy.

Come on!

We don’t have a jiffy.

BALIN: Where’s the sulfur?

You sure you know what you’re doing?

BALIN: Come on!

NOW!

Lead him to the Gallery of the Kings.

Keep going, Bilbo!

Run!

You think you can deceive me, Barrel-rider?

You have come from Lake-town.

This is some sordid scheme hatched between these filthy Dwarves and those miserable tub-trading Lakemen.

Those sniveling cowards with their long bows and Black Arrows.

Perhaps it is time I paid them a visit.

Oh, no.

This isn’t their fault!

Wait!

You cannot go to Lake-town!

You care about them you?

Good.

Then you can watch them die.

THORIN: Here!

You witless worm.

You.

I am taking back what you stole.

SMAUG: You will take nothing from me Dwarf.

I laid low your warriors of old.

I instilled terror in the hearts of Men.

I am King Under the Mountain.

THORIN: This is not your kingdom.

These are Dwarf lands.

This is Dwarf gold.

And we will have our revenge.

SMAUG: Revenge?

Revenge?

I will show you revenge!

Listen to me!

Do you not know what is coming?

I am fire.

I am death.

What have we done?