The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey Page #8
Yet golden treasure inside is hid
Box.
Oh, um...
Box. The lid and a key.
- Well?
- It's nasty.
- Box. Key.
- Do you give up?
Give us a chance, precious!
Give us a chance!
Eggses!
Eggses!
Wet, crunchy little eggses. Yes.
Grandmother taught us
to suck them, yes!
We have one for you.
All things it devours
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers
Gnaws iron, bites steel
Grinds hard stones to meal
Answer us.
Give me a moment, please.
I gave you a good long while.
Birds, beasts... Beasts?
Trees, flowers.
I don't know this one.
Is it tasty?
Is it scrumptious?
Is it crunchable?
Let me think.
Let me think.
It's stuck.
Bagginses is stuck.
Time's up.
Time.
The answer is time.
Actually it wasn't that hard.
Last question.
Last chance.
Okay.
Ask us.
- Ask us!
- Yes, yes. All right.
What have I got in my pocket?
That's no fair.
It's not fair! It's against the rules!
Now ask us another one.
No. No, no, no.
You said ask me a question.
Well, that is my question.
What have I got in my pocket?
Three guesses, precious.
It must give us three!
Three guesses. Very well, guess away.
Handses!
Wrong. Guess again.
Fishbones, Goblins' teeth,
wet shells, bats' wings...
Knife! Oh, shut up!
Wrong again. Last guess.
String. Or nothing.
Two guesses at once.
Wrong both times.
So...
Come, then. I won the game.
You promised to show me the way out.
Did we say so, precious?
Did we say so?
What has it got in its pocketses?
That's no concern of yours.
You lost.
Lost?
Lost?
Lost?
Where is it?
Where is it?!
No!
Where is it?!
No! No!
Lost!
Curse us and splash us!
My precious is lost!
- What have you lost?
- Mustn't ask us! Not its business!
No!
Gollum, gollum!
What has it got...
...in its nasty...
little pocketses?
He stole it.
He stole it!
He stole it!
Bones will be shattered
Necks will be wrung
You'll be beaten and battered
From racks you'll be hung
You will die down here
And never he found
Down in the deep of Goblin-town
I know that sword!
It is the Goblin-cleaver!
The Biter!
The blade that sliced 1000 necks!
Slash them! Beat them! Kill them!
Kill them all!
Cut off his head!
Take up arms.
Fight.
Fight!
He wields the Foehammer! The Beater!
Bright as daylight!
Thorin!
Follow me. Quick!
Run!
Give it to us!
It's ours.
It's ours!
Thief!
Baggins!
Quickly!
Faster!
Post!
Charge!
Cut the ropes!
Come on, quickly!
- Come on, move!
- Bombur!
Go, go, go!
Jump!
Jump, lad!
Come on!
Push!
Come on!
Come on!
- Watch your backs!
- You thought you could escape me.
What are you going to do now, Wizard?
That'll do it.
Well, that could have been worse.
Haver!
You've got to be joking!
Gandalf!
There's too many. We can't fight them.
Only one thing will save us, daylight!
Come on! Here! On your feet.
- Balin.
- Come on!
Wait!
My precious. Wait!
Gollum, gollum!
Quick, quick!
This way.
- Come on.
- Come on, come on. Quickly.
Right, good!
Baggins!
Thief!
Curse it and crush it!
We hates it forever!
Five, six, seven, eight.
Bifur. Bofur. That's 10.
Fili, Kili! That's 12.
And Bombur. That makes 13.
Where's Bilbo?
Where is our Hobbit?
Where is our Hobbit?
Curse that Halfling! Now he's lost?
I thought he was with Dori!
- Don't blame me!
- Well, where did you last see him?
I think I saw him slip away
And what happened, exactly?
- Tell me!
- I'll tell you what happened.
Master Baggins saw his chance
and he took it.
He has thought of nothing
but his soft bed and his warm hearth...
...since first he stepped out of his door.
We will not be seeing our Hobbit again.
He is long gone.
No. He isn't.
Bilbo Baggins.
I have never been so glad
to see anyone in my life.
Bilbo. We'd given you up.
How on earth
did you get past the Goblins?
How, indeed.
Well, what does it matter? He's back.
It matters. I want to know.
Why did you come back?
Look, I know you doubt me.
I know you always have.
And you're right, I often think of Bag-end.
I miss my books.
And my armchair and my garden.
See, that's where I belong.
That's home.
And that's why I came back. Because...
...you don't have one. A home.
It was taken from you.
But I will help you take it back if I can.
Out of the frying pan.
And into the fire. Run.
Run!
Go!
Up into the trees!
All of you! Come on, climb! Bilbo, climb!
Quickly!
They're coming!
- Hang on!
- Hold on, brothers!
Azog.
It cannot be.
It's going!
Fili!
Yeah!
No!
Oh, no.
Mr. Gandalf!
Oh, no, Dori!
Help!
No!
Thorin! No!
Look.
Thorin!
Thorin!
Thorin.
The Halfling?
It's all right.
Bilbo is here. He's quite safe.
You!
What were you doing?
You nearly got yourself killed!
Did I not say that
you would be a burden?
That you would not survive in the Wild?
That you had no place amongst us?
I have never been so wrong in all my life.
No, I would have doubted me too.
I'm not a hero or a warrior.
Not even a burglar.
Is that what I think it is?
Erebor...
...the Lonely Mountain...
...the last of the great Dwarf kingdoms
of Middle-earth.
Our home.
A raven!
The birds are returning to the mountain.
That, my dear Oin, is a thrush.
But we'll take it as a sign.
- A good omen.
- You're right.
I do believe the worst is behind us.
Far over the misty mountains rise
Leave us standing upon the height
What was before
We see once more
Is our kingdom a distant light
Fiery mountain beneath the moon
The words unspoken, we'll be there soon
For home a song
That echoes on
And all who find us will know the tune
Some folk we never forget
Some kind we never forgive
Haven't seen the back of us yet
We'll fight as long as we live
All eyes on the hidden door
We'll ride in the gathering storm
Until we get our long-forgotten gold
We lay under the misty mountains cold
In slumbers deep
And dreams of gold
We must awake
Our lives to make
And in the darkness a torch we hold
From long ago when lanterns burned
Until this day
Our hearts have yearned
Her fate unknown
The Arkenstone
What was stolen
Must be returned
We must awake
And make the day
To find a song for heart and soul
Some folk we never forget
Some kind we never forgive
Haven't seen the end of it yet
We'll fight as long as we live
All eyes on the hidden door
To the Lonely Mountain borne
We'll ride in the gathering storm
Till we get our long-forgotten gold
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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