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Sauron!

Hello?

He’s not at home.

Not at home.

Ahem.

Good.

Good, good, good.

What’s that?

Shush.Shush.

Arkenstone.

Arkenstone.

A large, white jewel.

Very helpful.

Well thief.

I smell you.

I hear your breath.

I feel your air.

Where are you?

Where are you?

Come, now don’t be shy.

Step into the light.

Hmm.

There is something about you.

Something you carry.

Something made of gold.

But far more precious, Precious, Precious!

There you are.

Thief in the Shadows.

I did not come to steal from you.

O Smaug the Unassessably Wealthy.

I merely wanted to gaze upon your magnificence.

To see if you really were as great as the old tales say.

I did not believe them.

And do you now’?

Truly the tales and songs fall utterly short of your enormity.

O Smaug the Stupendous.

Do you think flattery will keep you alive?

No, no.

No, indeed.

You seem familiar with my name but I don’t remember smelling your kind before.

Who are you and where do you come from, may I ask?

I come from under the hill.

Underhill?

BILBO: And under hills and over hills my path has led.

And– And through the air.

I am he who walks unseen.

Impressive.

What else do you claim to be?

I am–

Luck-wearer.

Riddle-maker.

Lovely titles.

Go on.

Barrel-rider.

Barrels?

Now that is interesting.

And what about your little Dwarf friends?

Where are they hiding?

Dwarves?

No.

No, no.

No Dwarves here.

You’ve got that all wrong.

Oh, I don’t think so, Barrel-rider!

They sent you in here to do their dirty work while they skulk about outside.

Truly you are mistaken.

O Smaug, Chiefest and Greatest of Calamities.

You have nice manners for a thief and a liar!

I know the smell and taste of Dwarf No one better!

It is the gold!

They are drawn to treasure like flies to dead flesh.

Did you think I did not know this day would come?

That a pack of canting Dwarves would come crawling back to the mountain?

DORI: Was that an earthquake?

That, my lad was a dragon.

SIGRID: Da?

It’s coming from the mountain.

You should leave us.

Take your children.

Get out of here.

And go where?

There is nowhere to go.

Are we going to die, Da?

No, darling.

TILDA: The dragon.

It’s going to kill us.

Not if I kill it first.

The King Under the Mountain is dead.

I took his throne.

I ate his people like a wolf among sheep.

I kill where.

I wish, when I Wish.

My armor is iron.

No blade can pierce me.

All right.

A Black Arrow?

Why did you never tell me’?

Because you did not need to know.

Listen to me carefully.

I need you to distract the guards.

Once I’m at the top of the tower, I’ll set the arrow to the bow.

BRAGA: There he is!

Bard!

After him!

Quickly!

Down there.

Go!

BRAGA: Stop him!

GUARD 1: Stop him!

Stop!

BARD: Bain!

Bain.

Keep it safe.

Don’t let anyone find it.

I’ll deal with them.

I’m not leaving you.

Now go!

Braga.

You’re under arrest.

On what charge?

Any charge the Master chooses.

GUARD 2: Where’s he gone?

What about Bilbo?

Give him more time.

Time to do what?

To be killed?

You’re afraid.

Yes, I’m afraid.

I fear for you.

A sickness lies upon that treasure hoard.

A sickness which drove your grandfather mad.

I am not my grandfather.

You’re not yourself.

The Thorin I know would not hesitate to go in there-

THORIN: I will not risk this quest for the life of one burglar.

Bilbo.

His name is Bilbo.

It’s Oakenshield that filthy Dwarvish usurper.

He sent you in here for the Arkenstone, didn’t he?

No.

No.

no.

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Don’t bother denying it.

I guessed his foul purpose some time ago.

But it matters not.

Oakenshield’s quest will fail.

The darkness is coming.

It will spread to every corner of the land.