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There is an alliance between the Ores of Moria and the Necromancer in Dol Guldur.

I would not venture there except in great need.

We will take the Elven Road.

That path is still safe.

BEORN: “Safe”?

The Wood Elves of Mirkwood are not like their kin.

They’re less wise and more dangerous.

But it matters not.

What do you mean?

These lands are crawling with Orcs.

Their numbers are growing.

And you are on foot.

You will never reach the forest alive.

I don’t like Dwarves.

They’re greedy and blind.

Blind to the lives of those they deem lesser than their own.

But Ores I hate more.

What do you need?

BEORN: Go now.

While you have the light.

Your hunters are not far behind.

The Elven Gate.

Here lies our path through Mirkwood.

No sign of the Ores.

We have luck on our side.

Set the ponies loose.

Let them return to their master.

BILBO: This forest feels sick.

As if a disease lies upon it.

Is there no way around?

Not unless we go 200 miles north.

Or twice that distance south.

GALADRIEL: Something moves in the shadows unseen hidden from our sight.

Every day it grows in strength.

Beware the Necromancer.

He is not what he seems.

If our Enemy has returned, we must know.

Go to the tombs in the mountains.

The High Fells.

So be it.

Not my horse!

Ineedifl

You’re not leaving us?

I would not do this unless I had to.

You’ve changed Bilbo Baggins.

You’re not the same Hobbit as the one who left the Shire.

I was going to tell you.

I found something in the Goblin tunnels.

Found what?

What did you find?

My courage.

Good.

Well, that’s good.

You’ll need it.

I’ll be waiting for you at the overlook, before the slopes of Erebor.

Keep the map and key safe.

Do not enter that mountain without me.

This is not the Greenwood of old.

The very air of the forest is heavy with illusion.

It’ll seek to enter your mind and lead you astray.

“Lead us astray”?

What does that mean?

GANDALF: You must stay on the path.

Do not leave it.

If you do, you’ll never find it again.

No matter what may come, stay on the path!

Come on.

We must reach the mountain before the sun sets on Durin’s Day.

BILBO: Durin’s Day?

BOFUR: Let’s go.

THORIN: It is our one chance to find the hidden door.

THORIN: The path turns this way.

This way.

BOFUR: Air.

I need air.

OIN: My head, it’s swimming!

What’s happening?

Keep moving.

Nori why have we stopped?

The path, it’s disappeared.

DWALIN: What’s going on?

OIN: We’ve lost the path!

THORIN: Find it.

All of you, look.

Look for the path!

I don’t remember this bit.

None of it’s familiar.

DORI: It’s got to be here.

THORIN: What hour is it?

I do not know.

I do not even know what day it is.

THORIN: ls there no end to this accursed forest?

VOICE: Attercop.

Look.

A tobacco pouch.

There’s Dwarves in these woods.

Dwarves from the Blue Mountains, no less.

This is exactly the same as mine.

Because it is yours.

Do you understand?

We’re going around in circles.

We are lost.

THORIN: We are not lost.

We keep heading east.

OIN: But which way is east?

We’ve lost the sun.

DWALIN: I thought you were the expert.

The sun.

We have to find the sun.

Up there.

We need to get above the canopy.

What was that?

Enough!

Quiet!

All of you!

We’re being watched.

I can see a lake!

And a river.

And the Lonely Mountain.

We’re almost there!

Can you hear me?

I know which way to go!

Hello?

Hello.

Oh, no.

Oh, come on.

SPIDER 1: Kill them!

Kill them.

Eat them now, while their blood is running.

SPIDER 2: Their hide is tough, but there’s good juice inside.

SPIDER 1: Stick it again.

Stick it again.

Finish it off.

SPIDER 2: The meat’s alive and kicking!

SPIDER 1: Kill him.

Kill him now.

Let us feast.

Feast!

Feast!

SPIDER 3: Feast!

Feast!

SPIDER 4: Eat them alive!

Feast!

SPIDER 4: Eat them alive!

SPIDER 3: Fat and juicy.

Just a little taste.

Curse it!

Where is it?

Where is it?

Here.

Ah!

It stings!

It stings!

Sting.

That’s a good name.

Sting.

GLOIN: You all right there, Bofur?

BALIN: I’m all right!

THORIN: Get it off me!

BOFUR: Where’s Bilbo?

BILBO: I’m up here!

OIN: Grab the legs!

Pull!

DWALIN: Pull!

BILBO: Where is it?

Where is it?

Come on.

Where is it?

No!

No!

No!

DWALIN: Thorin!

Get them!

KILI: Come on!

GLOIN: Look out, brother!

KILI: Fili!