The Hobbit

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In a hole in the ground

there lived a hobbit.

Many ages ago, when this ancient

planet was not quite so ancient...

... long before men

recorded his history...

... here was the time of Middle Earth,

where men shared his days with...

... elves, dwarves, wizards,

goblins, dragons and... hobbits.

In the lands of Middle Earth,

in an area known as the Shire...

... It was a village named

Hobbiton.

There, in a hole in the ground

there lived a hobbit.

Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole,

nor a dry, bare, sandy hole.

It was a hobbit-hole,

and that means comfort.

Bilbo Baggins?

Yes?

- I'm looking to hire a burglar.

- Burglar?

I'm afraid you've come

to the wrong place.

You mean you do not wish

to share a grand adventure?

Dear, me? No!

We hobbits are plain quiet folk.

Adventures make one late for dinner.

Enough! I'm Gandalf.

And Gandalf means me!

- Gandalf? Not the wondering wizard?

- The same!

Listen.

Thorin and company, at your service.

Dwalin, Balin...

...Kili, Fili...

...Dori, Nori and Ori.

Oin, sir. And Gloin, sir.

Calling Bifur. And him, Bofur.

And Bombur at your service.

We are all at your service.

What do these dwarves

want in Hobbiton?

They've come for tea, and for supper...

... and for you, Burgler Baggins!

- There's a magic in that music.

- And it moves through me.

- You feel the love of beautiful things.

- To go and see the great mountains...

... and hear the pine-trees and waterfalls.

To wear a sword instead of a walking-stick.

Just once.

Gandalf, dwarves and Burgler Baggins...

What is this burgler business?

If you prefer, you can say

"expert treasure-hunter".

Well, yes, I do prefer that.

We have met tonight,

in the house of our friend...

... this most excellent hobbit.

May the hair on his toes never fall out!

Cheer-cheer!

We shall soon start on our long journey,

Our object is, I take it,

well known to us.

All of us?

It is not well known to me.

Really? Then we must inform our burgler.

We seek a treasure...

... that which is rightfully ours.

Far off in the East...

... beyond the Misty Mountains

and the dark forest of Mirkwood...

... there you will find Lonely Mountain.

Long ago, this was the home of my people...

... and was ruled by my grandfather:

King under the Mountain.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,

While hammers fell like ringing bells

In places deep, where dark things sleep,

In hollow halls beneath the fells.

Goblets they carved there for themselves

And harps of gold; where no man delves

There lay they long, and many a song

Was sung unheard by men or elves.

For ancient king and elvish lord

There many a gloaming golden hoard

They shaped and wrought, and light they caught

To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung

The flowering stars, on crowns they hung

The dragon-fire, in twisted wire

They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Undoubtedly all this wealth was

what brought the dragon.

The pines were roaring on the height,

The winds were moaning in the night.

The fire was red, it flaming spread;

The trees like torches biased with light,

And below us, in the valley lay Dale...

... the town of mortal men.

The bells were ringing in the dale

And men looked up with faces pale;

The dragon's ire more fierce than fire

Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;

The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.

They fled their hall to dying -fall

Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Curses to the dragon!

Curses to Smaug!

He killed our men and stole our gold!

Curses to the dragon Smaug!

Is this the adventure you've planned for me?

To help you recapture the gold?

Non other.

There are thirteen of you. Very unlucky.

Mr. Baggins will make it fourteen.

A splendid lucky number you've found for us.

No arguments. Let us have the contract.

"To Burgler Baggins. Terms for your

professional services.

One fourteenth of total profits,

travelling expenses guarenteed.

Funeral expenses if necessary.

Sincerely, Thorin and company."

- Funeral expenses?

- Do you find the terms acceptable?

- Of course he does!

- But, but I...

So, tomorrow begins your greatest adventure.

The Hobbit

No hat, no stick, no pipe.

Not even a pocket-handkerchief.

How can one survive?

- How did Gandalf get ahead of us, Bombur?

- He comes and goes with will.

He is a wizard, you know.

Oh, bother burgling and

everything to do with it.

Always remember, Bilbo,

when your heart wants lifting...

... think of pleasant things.

Eggs and bacon, a good full pipe,

My garden at twilight. Cakes...

We'll camp here. Perhaps we can find

a dry patch to sleep on.

Our lookout has found something.

Look. Trolls!

Miserable, no good robbing trolls.

Where the deuce is Gandalf?

Left us again. Just when a wizard

would have been most useful.

No matter. We have

an expert burgler with us.

- What have trolls to do with burgling?

- You could use some of that meat they're cooking.

- Oh, I say!

- Burgler, do your burgling!

Blasted!

Nothing but mutton to eat!

How I...

... look for a bit of bad flesh!

Bacon and eggs. My fireplace. Hot chestnuts.

- What the blazes?

- Help! Help! Let me down! Stop that! Stop that!

What have we got here?

Let's cook him and find out!

He wouldn't make a mouthful.

But maybe there's more where he came from.

Dwarves! I'm done for. Done for it!

Dwarves?

That's our supper!

Let's go get 'em all!

Let's roast them.

No, boil them, says I!

It's to his own, boys!

There's plenty for all.

I likes mine roast.

Dawn take you all, and be stone to you!

The sun!

Blessed it!

How did the morning come so soon?

We're done for!

Excellent.

One moment.

One moment!

Where's that bumbling burgler?

Lucky number, indeed!

Over here!

Come and see what I've found!

Not bad, burgler,

for your first attempt.

Oh, it was nothing, actually.

We'll keep these.

Deucedly fine blades.

Considering they

were made by trolls.

They don't seem like

troll blades to me.

Probably stolen.

- See these strange runes?

- Whatever are runes?

Ancient writing. Mine has

them too. Can you make them out?

I'm not familiar with these letters.

Well, whoever made them,

we've got them now!

Cover up the treasure, men.

We'll fetch it on our return.

Take that, Smaug, you filthy worm!

I see you've also claimed a sword.

Yes. Just a dagger, actually.

But for one of my size, it suffices.

Hurry men, we must be on our way!

- Hold!

- Hold?

It is time for you to have this.

And what may that be?

This is a map of Lonely Mountain...

Presented to me one hundred

years ago by your father.

What? Why did you not come

to me? The rightful heir?

I've chosen my own time to hand it over.

Oh, I do love maps.

I have quite a collection.

Ah, I remember the Mountain

whether not without this!

Indeed? And how do you intend

to enter Smaug's chambers?

Through the main gate?

As a house guest?

You'd be ash before

you took your seventh step.

Oh, see, look!

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