The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey Page #6

You have no enemies here,

Thorin Oakenshield.

The only ill will to be found in this

valley is that which you bring yourself.

You think the Elves will give our quest

their blessing?

They will try to stop us.

Of course they will. But we have questions

that need to be answered.

If we are to be successful,

this will need to be handled with tact.

And respect.

And no small degree of charm.

Which is why you will leave the talking

to me.

Mithrandir.

Ah. Lindir.

Stay sharp.

I must speak with Lord Elrond.

My Lord Elrond is not here.

Not here?

Where is he?

Close ranks!

- Gandalf.

- Lord Elrond.

Strange for Orcs to come

so close to our borders.

Something or someone

has drawn them near.

That may have been us.

Welcome, Thorin, son of Thrain.

I do not believe we have met.

You have your grandfather's bearing.

I knew Thror

when he ruled Under the Mountain.

Indeed? He made no mention of you.

What is he saying?

Does he offer us insult?

No, Master Gloin, he's offering you food.

Well, in that case, lead on.

Hey. Come on.

Try it. Just a mouthful.

I don't like green food.

Where's the meat?

Have they got any chips?

Kind of you to invite us.

Not really dressed for dinner.

Well, you never are.

This is Orcrist, the Goblin-cleaver.

A famous blade...

...forged by the High Elves of the West,

my kin.

May it serve you well.

And this is Glamdring...

...the Foehammer.

Sword of the King of Gondolin.

These were made for the Goblin Wars

of the First Age.

I wouldn't bother, laddie. Swords are

named for the great deeds they do in war.

What are you saying,

my sword hasn't seen battle?

I'm not actually sure it is a sword.

More of a letter opener, really.

How did you come by these?

We found them in a Troll-hoard

on the Great East Road...

...shortly before we were

ambushed by Orcs.

And what were you doing

on the Great East Road?

Our business is no concern of Elves.

For goodness sake, Thorin,

show him the map.

It is the legacy of my people.

It is mine to protect, as are its secrets.

Save me from the stubbornness

of Dwarves.

Your pride will be your downfall.

You stand in the presence

of one of the few in Middle-earth...

...who can read that map.

Show it to Lord Elrond.

Thorin, no.

Erebor.

What is your interest in this map?

It's mainly academic.

As you know, this sort of artifact

sometimes contains hidden text.

You still read ancient Dwarvish,

do you not?

Moon runes?

Of course.

An easy thing to miss.

Well, in this case, that is true.

Moon runes can only be read

by the light of a moon...

...of the same shape and season

as the day on which they were written.

Can you read them?

These runes were written

on a Midsummer's Eve...

...by the light of a crescent moon

nearly 200 years ago.

It would seem you were meant

to come to Rivendell.

Fate is with you, Thorin Oakenshield.

The same moon shines upon us tonight.

"Stand by the gray stone

when the thrush knocks...

...and the setting sun with the last light

of Durin's Day...

...will shine upon the keyhole."

- Durin's Day?

It is the start of the Dwarves' new year,

when the last moon of autumn...

...and the first sun of winter

appear in the sky together.

This is ill news.

Summer is passing.

Durin's Day will soon be upon us.

We still have time.

- Time? For what?

- To find the entrance.

We have to be standing in exactly

the right spot at exactly the right time.

Then, and only then,

can the door be opened.

So this is your purpose,

to enter the mountain?

What of it?

There are some

who would not deem it wise.

What do you mean?

You are not the only guardian

to stand watch over Middle-earth.

No, you did the same thing.

- It's not like you didn't do it.

- Dori! Here, take that.

Bombur!

With or without our help, these Dwarves

will march on the mountain.

They're determined to reclaim

their homeland.

I do not believe Thorin Oakenshield

feels that he is answerable to anyone.

Nor, for that matter, am I.

It is not me you must answer to.

Lady Galadriel.

Mithrandir.

I had no idea Lord Elrond had sent for you.

He didn't.

I did.

Ah.

Saruman.

You've been busy of late, my friend.

Tell me, Gandalf...

...did you think these plans and schemes

of yours would go unnoticed?

Unnoticed?

No.

I'm simply doing what I feel to be right.

The dragon has long been on your mind.

That is true, my lady.

Smaug owes allegiance to no one.

But if he should side with the enemy...

...a dragon could be used

to terrible effect.

What enemy?

Gandalf, the enemy is defeated.

Sauron is vanquished.

He can never regain his full strength.

Gandalf, for 400 years

we have lived in peace...

...a hard-won, watchful peace.

Are we? Are we at peace?

Trolls have come down

from the mountains.

They are raiding villages,

destroying farms.

Orcs have attacked us on the road.

Hardly a prelude to war.

Always you must meddle...

...looking for trouble where none exists.

Let him speak.

There is something at work

beyond the evil of Smaug.

Something far more powerful.

We can remain blind to it, but it will not

be ignoring us, that I can promise you.

A sickness lies over the Greenwood.

The woodsmen who live there now

call it Mirkwood.

And they say...

Well? Don't stop now.

Tell us what the woodsmen say.

They speak of a Necromancer

living in Dol Guldur.

A sorcerer who can summon the dead.

That's absurd.

No such power exists in this world.

This Necromancer is nothing more

than a mortal man.

A conjurer dabbling in black magic.

And so I thought too.

- But Radagast has seen...

- Radagast?

Do not speak to me

of Radagast the Brown.

He's a foolish fellow.

Well, he's odd, I grant you.

He lives a solitary life.

It's not that. It's his excessive

consumption of mushrooms.

They've addled his brain

and yellowed his teeth.

I've warned him.

It is unbefitting one of the Istari

to be wandering the woods...

You carry something.

It came to you from Radagast.

He found it in Dol Guldur.

Yes.

Show me.

...Listen to me.

I would think I was talking to myself

for all the attention that he paid.

By all means...

What is that?

A relic of Mordor.

A Morgul Blade.

Made for the Witchking of Angmar.

And buried with him.

When Angmar fell...

...the Men of the North took his body

and all that he possessed...

...and sealed it within

the High Fells of Rhudaur.

Deep within the rock they buried him...

...in a tomb so dark...

...it would never come to light.

This is not possible.

A powerful spell lies upon those tombs.

They cannot be opened.

What proof do we have this weapon

came from Angmar's grave?

- I have none.

- Because there is none.

Let us examine what we know.

A single Orc pack...

...has dared to cross the Bruinen.

A dagger from a bygone age

has been found.

And a human sorcerer who calls himself

"The Necromancer"...

...has taken up residence

in a ruined fortress.

It's not so very much after all.

The question of this Dwarvish company,

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