The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey Page #4

without pocket handkerchiefs...

...and a good many other things,

Bilbo Baggins...

...before we reach our journey's end.

You were born to the rolling hills

and little rivers of the Shire.

But home is now behind you.

The world is ahead.

Hello, girl. Who's a good girl?

It's our little secret, Myrtle.

You must tell no one. Shh, shh.

What was that?

Orcs.

Orcs?

Throat-cutters.

There'll be dozens of them out there.

The lone-lands are crawling with them.

They strike in the wee small hours

when everyone's asleep.

Quick and quiet, no screams.

Just lots of blood.

You think that's funny?

You think a night raid by Orcs is a joke?

We didn't mean anything by it.

No, you didn't.

You know nothing of the world.

Don't mind him, laddie.

Thorin has more cause than most

to hate Orcs.

After the dragon took

the Lonely Mountain...

...King Thror tried to reclaim

the ancient Dwarf kingdom of Moria.

But our enemy had got there first.

Moria had been taken by legions of Orcs...

...led by the most vile of all their race:

Azog the Defiler.

The giant Gundabad Orc...

...had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin.

He began...

...by beheading the king.

No!

Thrain, Thorin's father,

was driven mad by grief.

He went missing. Taken

prisoner or killed...

...we did not know.

We were leaderless.

Defeat and death...

...were upon us.

That is when I saw him.

A young Dwarf prince...

...facing down the pale Orc.

He stood alone against this terrible foe.

His armor rent...

...wielding nothing but an oaken branch

as a shield.

Azog the Defiler learned that day...

...that the line of Durin

would not be so easily broken.

Our forces rallied...

wand drove the Orcs back.

And our enemy...

...had been defeated.

But there was no feast...

...nor song that night...

...for our dead

were beyond the count of grief.

We few had survived.

And I thought to myself then...

...there is one who I could follow.

There is one...

...I could call king.

And the pale Orc?

What happened to him?

He slunk back into the hole

whence he came.

That filth died of his wounds long ago.

Here, Mr. Gandalf, can't you do something

about this deluge?

It is raining, Master Dwarf...

...and it will continue to rain

until the rain is done.

If you wish to change the weather of the world,

you should find yourself another Wizard.

- Are there any?

- What?

- Other Wizards.

- There are five of us.

The greatest of our order

is Saruman the White.

Then there are the two Blue Wizards...

Do you know,

I've quite forgotten their names.

And who is the fifth?

Well, that would be Radagast the Brown.

Is he a great Wizard?

Or is he more like you?

I think he's a very great Wizard,

in his own way.

He's a gentle soul who prefers

the company of animals to others.

He keeps a watchful eye

over the vast forest lands...

...to the east. And a good thing too.

For always evil will look to find

a foothold in this world.

Not good. Not good at all.

Eww.

Oh, no. Sebastian.

Good gracious.

Come on.

Move back! Give him some air,

for goodness sake.

There. There.

I don't understand why it's not working.

It's not as if it's witchcraft.

Witchcraft.

Oh, but it is.

A dark and powerful magic.

Where on this good earth

did those foul creatures come from?

The old fortress?

Show me.

We'll camp here for the night.

Fili, Kili, look after the ponies.

Make sure you stay with them.

A farmer and his family used to live here.

- Oin, Gloin. Get a fire going.

- Aye.

Right you are.

I think it would be wiser to move on.

We could make for the Hidden Valley.

I have told you already...

...I will not go near that place.

Why not? The Elves could help us.

We could get food, rest, advice.

I do not need their advice.

We have a map that we cannot read.

Lord Elrond could help us.

Help?

A dragon attacks Erebor.

What help came from the Elves?

Orcs plunder Moria...

...desecrate our sacred halls.

The Elves looked on and did nothing.

And you ask me to seek out the very people

who betrayed my grandfather.

Who betrayed my father.

You are neither of them.

I did not give you that map and key

for you to hold onto the past.

I did not know that they

were yours to keep.

Everything all right?

Gandalf, where are you going?

To seek the company of the

only one around here who's got any sense.

- And who's that?

- Myself, Mr. Baggins.

I've had enough of Dwarves for one day.

Come on, Bombur, we're hungry.

Is he coming back?

He's been a long time.

- Who?

- Gandalf.

He's a Wizard. He does as he chooses.

Here, do us a favor. Take this to the lads.

Stop it. You've had plenty.

Aye, it's not a bad stew, Bombur.

I've had worse.

Dori could've cooked it. Ha-ha-ha.

Hilarious.

What's the matter?

- We're supposed to be looking after the ponies.

- Only we've encountered a slight problem.

We had 16.

Now there's 14.

Daisy and Bungo are missing.

Well, that's not good. Ha, ha.

And that is not good at all.

Shouldn't we tell Thorin?

Uh, no. Let's not worry him.

As our official burglar,

we thought you might like to look into it.

Well, uh...

- Look, something big uprooted these trees.

- That was our thinking.

It's something very big

and possibly quite dangerous.

Hey.

There's a light.

Over here.

Stay down.

What is it?

Trolls.

Oh.

He's got Myrtle and Minty.

I think they're gonna eat them.

We have to do something.

Yes, you should.

Mountain Trolls are slow and stupid,

and you're so small, they'll never see you.

It's perfectly safe. We'll be behind you.

If you run into trouble, hoot twice

like a barn owl and once like a brown owl.

Twice like a barn owl.

No, twice like a brown... Once like a...

Like a... Are you sure this is a good idea?

Mutton yesterday, mutton today...

...and, blimey, if it don't look like

mutton again tomorrow.

Quit your griping.

These ain't sheep. These is fresh nags.

Oh! I don't like horse. I never have.

Not enough fat on them.

Well, it's better than leathery old farmer.

All skin and bone, he was. I'm still

picking bits of him out of me teeth.

Well, that's lovely, that is. A floater.

Might improve the flavor.

Ah. There's more where that came from.

- Oh, no, you don't!

- Ow!

Sit down!

Well, I hope you're gonna gut these nags.

I don't like the stinky parts.

- Ow!

- I said sit down.

I'm starving!

Now, are we having horse tonight or what?

Shut your cakehole.

You'll eat what I give you.

How come he's the cook?

Everything tastes the same.

Everything tastes like chicken.

Except the chicken.

What tastes like fish!

I'm just saying,

a little appreciation would be nice.

Oh. "Thank you very much, Bert.

Lovely stew, Bert."

- How hard is that?

- Shh. Shh, shh. Shh.

Just needs a sprinkle of squirrel dung.

Here, that's my grog.

Sorry. Ow!

Ooh. That is beautifully balanced, that is.

Wrap your laughing gear around that, eh?

Good, isn't it?

That's why I'm the cook.

Oh, my guts are grumbling.

I got to snaffle something.

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