Thorin Oakenshield: [calling down the hall, from the armory to Bilbo] Master Baggins, come here.
[Bilbo tentatively wanders over]
Thorin Oakenshield: You're going to need this.
[Thorin holds up the mithril shirt - the same one Bilbo gave Frodo in Fellowship of the Ring]
Thorin Oakenshield: Put it on.
[Bilbo takes
it and slips it on over his shirt]
Thorin Oakenshield: This vest is made of silver steel. Mithril, it was called by my forebears. No blade can pierce it.
Bilbo Baggins: [laughing slightly at how he looks] I look absurd! I'm not a warrior, I'm a Hobbit.
Thorin Oakenshield: It is a gift. A token of our friendship.
[Bilbo
offers a small smile. Thorin glances at the Dwarves in the armory, lowering his voice]
Thorin Oakenshield: True friends are hard to come by.
[Shoves BIlbo, none too kindly, further down the tunnel, out of earshot]
Thorin Oakenshield: I have been blind... but now I begin to see. I am betrayed!
Bilbo Baggins: [nervously]
Betrayed?
Thorin Oakenshield: The Arkenstone.
[leans closer to Bilbo, lowering his voice even more]
Thorin Oakenshield: One of them has taken it.
[Both Bilbo and Thorin glance back towards the armory]
Thorin Oakenshield: One of them is false.
Bilbo Baggins: [carefully] Thorin... the quest
is fulfilled. You've won the mountain. Is that not enough?
Thorin Oakenshield: Betrayed by my own kin...
Bilbo Baggins: N-no, uh. You made a promise to the people of Laketown. I-is this treasure truly worth more than your honor? Our honor, Thorin, I was also there. I gave my word.
Thorin Oakenshield: [Thorin smiles] For that,
I am grateful. It was nobly done.
[smile fades]
Thorin Oakenshield: But the treasure in this mountain does not belong to the people of Laketown.
[sounding more and more like Smaug]
Thorin Oakenshield: This gold is ours. And ours alone. On my life, I will not part with a single coin. Not one piece of it.
Bilbo
Baggins: [Bilbo stares across at him in despair and maybe a little fear as the Dwarves march by, fully armed]
[seeing the destroyed Laketown]
Balin: Poor souls.
Kili: [as Tauriel is looking at the mass of Laketowners on the shores of the city, Kili approaches her] Tauriel...
Fili: [pushing a boat into the lake in order to reach Erebor] Kili, come on. We're leaving!
Tauriel: They are your people. You must go.
[She begins to walk away when Kili stops her]
Kili:
Come with me. I know how I feel, I'm not afraid. You make me feel alive.
Tauriel: No, I can't.
Kili: [She again turns to leave, but Kili grabs her arm] Tauriel... amralimne.
['My love' in Khuzdul]
Tauriel: [Tauriel gives Kili a sharp look] I don't know what that means.
Kili: I think you do.
Tauriel: [Tauriel looks at him with curiosity in her eyes, but suddenly straightens up, sensing someone behind her. She begins speaking in Sindarin or Silvan Elvish] My Lord Legolas.
Legolas: [Also speaking in Elvish] Take your leave of the Dwarf. You are needed elsewhere.
Kili: [Kili and Tauriel turn away from each other, but
both turn back as Kili takes her hand and gives her the rune stone his mother gave him. He closes his hands around hers and holds their hands between their hearts] Keep it... as a promise.
[He heads to the boat as Tauriel looks down at the stone, her eyes suddenly filling with tears as Kili, Fili, Bofur and Oin begin rowing towards Erebor]
Thorin Oakenshield: [sees the homeless people of Lake-town] Those who have lived through dragon fire should rejoice. They have much to be grateful for.
Dain: Good morning. How are we all? I have a wee proposition, if you don't mind giving me a few moments of your time. Would you consider... JUST SODDING OFF! All ye, right now!
Bard: Stand fast!
Gandalf: Come now, Lord Dain.
Dain: Gandalf the Grey. Tell this rabble to leave or I'll water the ground with their
blood.
Gandalf: There is no need for war between Dwarves, Men, and Elves. A legion of Orcs march on the mountain. Stand your army down.
Dain: I will not stand down before any elf! Not least this faithless Woodland sprite! He wishes nothing but ill upon my people! If he chooses to stand between me and my kin, I'll split his pretty head open! See if
he's still smirking then!
Thranduil: He's clearly mad like his cousin.
Dain: Ya hear that, lads? We're on! Let's give these bastards a good hammering!
Bilbo Baggins: Who is that? He doesn't look too happy.
Gandalf: It is Dain, Lord of the Ironhills. Thorin's cousin.
Bilbo Baggins: [jogging to catch up to Gandalf] Are they alike?
Gandalf: [pauses] I always found Thorin the more reasonable of the two.
[Bard walks up to a destroyed entrance of Erebor]
Thorin Oakenshield: [slides into view] I am listening.
Bard: On behalf of the people of Laketown, I ask that you honor your pledge. A share of the treasure so that they might rebuild their lives.
Thorin Oakenshield: I will not trade with any man while an armed host lies before
my door.
Bard: That armed host will attack this mountain if we do not come to terms.
Thorin Oakenshield: Your threats do not sway me.
Bard: [after a short pause] What of your conscience? Does it not tell you our cause is just? My people offered you help. And in return you brought upon them only ruin and death.
Thorin Oakenshield: When did the men of Laketown come to our aid but for the promise of rich reward?
Bard: A bargain was struck!
Thorin Oakenshield: A BARGAIN? What choice did we have but to barter our birthrights for blankets and food? To ransom our future in exchange for our freedom? You call that a fair trade? Tell me, Bard the
dragon slayer, why should I honor such terms?
Bard: Because you gave us your word. Does that mean nothing?
[Thorin slides out of view, and sees the rest of the Company lined up behind him, looking expectant]
Thorin Oakenshield: Begone, 'ere our arrows fly!
[Bard leaves in disgust]
[Thranduil's army of Mirkwood Elves arrives in Dale]
Bard: My lord Thranduil. We did not look to see you here.
Thranduil: I heard you needed aid.
[a carriage full of food approaches and the citizens of Lake-town rush to the carriage in relief]
Bard: You have saved us. I do not know how to thank you.
Thranduil: Your gratitude is misplaced. I did not come on your behalf. I've came to reclaim something of mine.
Necromancer: [Black Speech] Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Galadriel: Nine for mortal men doomed to die.
Thorin Oakenshield: I'm glad you're here. I wish to part with you in friendship.
Bilbo Baggins: No. You're not going anywhere, Thorin. You're going to live.
Thorin Oakenshield: I would take back my words and my deeds at the Gate. You did what only a true friend would do. Forgive me. I was too blind to see it.
Bofur: By Durin, you've lost your axe!
[Bifur reaches up to his head and notices the axe that was in his head has been dislodged]
Bombur: No, he hasn't! There you go, cousin.
Bifur: [takes the axe head and throws it over his shoulder] You know where you can stick that.
[Smaug descends upon the blazing Lake-Town and looks toward Bard, who has been shooting arrows at him and now has the Black Arrow in hand]
Smaug: WHO are YOU, that would stand against ME?
[Bard grabs his bow but finds it broken]
Smaug: Now that is a pity. What will you do now, Bowman? You are forsaken. No help will come!
Thorin Oakenshield: [learning Bard has the Arkenstone] They are taking us for fools. It is a ruse. A filthy lie. The Arkenstone is in this mountain! It is a trick!
Bilbo Baggins: It... it's no trick. The stone is real. I gave it to them.
Thorin Oakenshield: You?
Bilbo Baggins: I took it as my fourteenth share.
Thorin Oakenshield: You would steal from me?
Bilbo Baggins: Steal from you? No. No, I may be a burglar, but I like to think I'm an honest one.