Bard
Bain. Look at me. You, look at me. (grunts) A little to your left. That's it. Ah! Bain! Hold on!
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Any man who wants to give their last...FOLLOW ME!
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Bard
Alfrid? Your slip is showing.
Scenes with Bard
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Master
[We see Laketown, with the Lonely Mountain in the distance. Bells are ringing, and people are frantically loading their possessions into boats. In his house, the Master of Laketown is overseeing his soldiers and servants carrying boxes containing his gold and valuables.]
I warned you. Did I not warn you what would come of dealing with dwarves?! Now they`ve done it! They've woken the dragon. They brought the apocalypse upon our heads!
Braga
Come on! Quickly! Quickly!
Master
[The Master pulls a candlestick in the wall sideways; it turns out to be a secret lever, and a nearby bookshelf falls backwards to reveal a hidden staircase and boat landing with the Master's boat waiting.]
Faster now! I'm trying to evacuate myself here! Careful, men. Never mind the books! Get on, get the rest of it!
Alfrid
But sire, should we not try to save the town?
Master
The town is lost! Save the gold!
Braga
You heard him! Get a move on!
Tauriel
[The men load all the gold and other valuables onto the Master's boat. The townspeople frantically paddle their loaded boats through the canals. Tauriel watches the sky ominously; with her elf-hearing, she can hear Smaug approaching and roaring. Suddenly, a huge shadow swoops overhead. Smaug has arrived. Tauriel enters Bard's house and prepares the dwarves and Bard's family to leave.]
We have no time. We must leave!
Bofur
Get him up!
Fili
Come on, brother.
Bofur
Come on, come on. Let's go.
Kili
I'm fine. I can walk.
Tauriel
As fast as you can.
Bain
We're not leaving. Not without our father.
Tauriel
If you stay here, your sisters will die. Is that what your father would want?
Bard
[Bard is in the prison, and all the men guarding him are gone. He clutches the cell bars and shouts.] [Bard grunting]
Open this door! Do you hear me?
Fili
Give me your hand.
Bofur
We gotta go.
Tauriel
Quickly now. Hurry.
Fili
Kili, come on!
[They set off down the canal, poling the boat through the floating chunks of ice. Smaug swoops low overhead, and the townspeople scream. Smaug soars high above and away from the town, then turns and dives steeply toward the town, building up fire in his chest. As he gets over the town, he unleashes his flames, and he breathes his fire in a line all the way across the town. People scream and fall and die in the inferno. Bard smashes at his cell's bars with a pail, but to no avail. Smaug breathes fire over another section of the town; a man, on fire, falls out of his house and into the water. The Master, his men, and Alfrid poll their boat loaded with treasure through the water.]
Master
[Smaug roaring] [Bard grunting]
Come on, come on! Faster! Faster!
Master
[Smaug sets things to fire around them.]
If only we could take more of these people with us, but they're hardly--
Alfrid
Worth it. I quite agree.
Bofur
[A man tries to climb onto the boat, but Alfrid kicks him in the face and back into the water. Bard tears his blanket into strips. People are trampling each other in their efforts to escape the dragon and the fire.]
Look out!
Master
[The Master's boat collides with Tauriel's, upsetting everyone. They manage to push their boats apart, but some of the Master's treasure falls into the water.]
Move it! Move it! Come on! Faster!
Alfrid
My gold! My gold!
Braga
We're carrying too much. We need to dump something.
Master
[While Alfrid looks at the pile of treasure, trying to decide what to throw overboard, the Master looks at him, greedily.]
You're quite right, Alfrid.
Braga
[The Master pushes Alfrid overheard, just as a cloth loops falls from above and catches around the Master's throat. It is the rope Bard made from his blanket; he has tied one end to his cell bars and let the other end loop, out of the window and over the canal, where it has conveniently caught the Master. Braga, at the front of the boat, hasn't seen this.]
Faster! Faster!
[As the boat pulls ahead, the rope loops pulls the Master back, but then he gets stuck in front of the boat's rear post. As the rope tightens around him, he gags and chokes. Eventually, the pressure is so much that the entire side of Bard's prison break, and Bard escapes. The Master frantically pulls the rope away from his throat. As Smaug flies overhead, still blowing flames, Bard breaks through the guardroom window and grabs his bow and quiver, testing his bowstring. He pushes out some of the shingles in the upper story and clambers out onto the roof, where he has a good vantage point. He ducks low as Smaug flies by almost overhead. Bard runs across the rooftops, heading toward the bell tower, the tallest building in the town. Back at the Lonely Mountain, Thorin and Company watch the town burning in the lake.]
Balin
Poor souls.
[They all stare in sadness of each other in sadness and fear. Bilbo looks back and sees that Thorin is staring back at the halls of Erebor, not at Laketown. Bilbo is worried. Bard continues leaping roof to roof. Tauriel hides her boat under an overhang until she sees that it's safe to go on. Bard climbs rapidly up the winding steps of the bell tower. Once at the top, he pulls all the arrows out of his quiver and looks out at the sky. As Smaug soars by, Bard shoots an arrow at him; however, the arrow merely bounces off Smaug's scales and falls to the ground. Bard, standing directly below the ringing bell, gets nauseated by the booming sound, so he pulls out the dagger and cuts the bell's rope, silencing it. He shoots another arrow at Smaug, but this, like the first bounces harmlessly off. In the canals below, Bain, on the boat with his family, the dwarves, and Tauriel, notices his father at the top of the tower. The dwarves, Tauriel, and Bard's children are rowing out of Lake-town to escape Smaug's wrath, when they see Bard on top the tower firing arrows at the dragon]
Bain
Da!
Tilda
Da!
Kili
[Bard keeps shooting his arrows at Smaug, but they have no effect on him]
He hit it! He hit the dragon!
Tauriel
No.
Kili
He did! He hit its mark! I saw it!
Tauriel
His arrows can not pierce its hide. I fear nothing will.
Bofur
[Bain suddenly remembers the black arrow; he grabs a hook and swings off the boat]
What are you doing?!
Fili
Come back! Bain!
Bofur
Bain!
Fili
Come back here!
Tauriel
Leave him! We cannot go back.
Smaug
[to Bard]
Who are you that would stand against me? [Bard, with the Black Arrow in hand, grabs his bow but finds it broken] Now that is a pity. What will you do now, Bowman? You are forsaken. No help will come. [crushes a building with his foot]
Master of Lake-town
[to his men]
Now's our chance! Go now! Head to the open water!
Smaug
[sees Bain, and licks his chops]
Hmm. Is that your child? You cannot save him from the fire. He...will...BURN.
Bard
[aims the black arrow while balancing it on Bain's shoulder]
Stay still, son. Stay still.
Smaug
Tell me, wretch...how now shall you challenge me? [Bard concentrates on Smaug's hollowed scale; last words] YOU HAVE NOTHING LEFT...BUT YOUR DEATH!!!!! [roars and makes his way to them]
Bard
Bain. Look at me. You look at me. A little to your left. [Bain moves slightly] That's it. [Just as Smaug heads toward them, he shoots the arrow and it strikes the dragon's heart, causing him to roar and scream in pain and crash into the tower] Bain! Hold on!
[The tower falls with Bard and Bain in it. Smaug continues to roar in pain, flying high until the light leaves his body. He plummets down into the ground, dead. The Master of Lake-town sees the dragon's body, and he can only freeze. The body lands on the Master, Braga, the guards, the boat, and the gold, crushing and killing them all; back at the Lonely Mountain, the dwarves and Bilbo hear the crash of Smaug's dead body in the lake]
Ori
What was that? What happened?
Bilbo
It fell. I saw it. It's dead. Smaug is dead!
Gloin
By my beard, I think he's right! [points to birds flying to the mountain] Look there! The Ravens of Erebor are returning to the Mountain!
Balin
Aye. Word will spread. Before long, every soul in Middle-Earth will know...the dragon is dead!
[The dwarves cheer, but Thorin goes back to enter the Lonely Mountain]
Bard
[The people of Lake-town plan to rid of Alfrid for helping the Master emptying the treasury but Bard stops them]
Put him down!! Look around you! Have you not had your fill of death?! Winter is upon us. We must look to our own, to the sick and the helpless. Those who can stand, tend to the wounded, and those who have strength left, follow me. We must salvage what we can.
Hilda
What then? What do we do then?
Bard
[after a brief pause]
We find shelter.
Legolas
[approaches Bard who is gathering supplies and making leave with the people of Lake-town]
Where will you go?
Bard
There is only one place. [looks over to the Lonely Mountain]
Alfrid
The Mountain? You are a genius, Sire. We can take refuge inside the Mountain. It might smell a bit of dragon, but the women could clean that up. It'll be safe and warm and dry, and full of stores, bedding and clothing, the odd bit of gold.
Bard
What gold is in that Mountain is cursed. We will take only what was promised to us, only what we need to rebuild our lives. [hands some wood to Alfrid to carry]
Alfrid
[sees an old woman walk by]
Here, pull your weight. [drops the wood into her arms]
Legolas
News of the death of Smaug will have spread through the lands.
Bard
Aye.
Legolas
Others will now look to the Mountain, for its wealth or its position.
Bard
What is it you know?
Legolas
Nothing for certain. It's what I fear may come.
Bard
[The people of Lake-town are on the brink of starvation. Bard sees an army of Elves. Thranduil walks through the army over to Bard]
My Lord Thranduil, we did not look to see you here.
Thranduil
I heard you needed aid.
[The Elves bring in carts of food, wine, and supplies, to which the people of Lake-town happily take] 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 came to reclaim something of mine. [at Erebor, Thorin picks up a necklace of white gems and recalls Thranduil's words to him] [voice over] There are gems in the Mountain that I too desire. White gems of pure starlight.
Thorin
[laughs]
The White gems of Lasgalen. I know an Elf-lord who will pay a pretty price for these. [throws the necklace down into the white gems]
Bard
[Back in Dale Thranduil's army of Elves starts marching off towards the Mountain]
Wait! Please, wait! You would go to war over a handful of gems?
Thranduil
The heirlooms of my people are not lightly forsaken.
Bard
We are allies in this. My people also have claim upon the riches in that Mountain. Let me speak with Thorin.
Thranduil
You would try to reason with a Dwarf.
Bard
To avoid war? Yes.
Bard
[Bard rides from Dale to the Lonely Mountain and sees the dwarves, who see Thranduil's Elf army in Dale, on top of the stone wall]
Hail Thorin, son of Thrain. We are glad to find you alive beyond hope.
Thorin
Why do you come to the gates of the King under the Mountain armed for war?
Bard
Why does the King under the Mountain fence himself in like a robber in his hole?
Thorin
Perhaps it is because I'm expecting to be robbed.
Bard
My Lord, we have not come to rob you, but to seek fair settlement. Will you not speak with me?
Thorin
[Thorin goes down the wall to speak to Bard, as a raven flies overhead into the mountains, and they speak between the wall separating them]
I'm listening.
Bard
On behalf of the people of Lake-town, I ask that you honor your pledge. A share of the treasure so that they might rebuild their lives.
Thorin
I will not treat 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
And your threats do not sway me.
Bard
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
When did the men of Lake-town come to our aid but for the promise of rich reward?
Bard
A bargain was struck!
Thorin
"A bargain"? What choice did we have but to barter our birthright 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
[Thorin steps away from Bard's view behind the wall to think for a moment, looks at the company and Bilbo, and turns back to Bard]
Begone! Ere our arrows fly!
Bilbo
[Bard leaves in anger]
What are you doing?! You cannot go to war.
Thorin
This does not concern you.
Bilbo
Excuse me, but just in case you haven't noticed, there is an army of Elves out there! Not to mention several hundred angry fishermen. W-We are, in fact, outnumbered.
Thorin
[The dwarves turn to look at Bilbo]
Not for much longer.
Bilbo
Wh...? What does that mean?
Thorin
It means, Master Baggins, you should never underestimate Dwarves. We have reclaimed Erebor. Now, we defend it.
Bard
[Bard rides over to Thranduil back to Dale after his meeting with Thorin]
He will give us nothing.
Thranduil
Such a pity. But still, you tried.
Bard
I do not understand. Why? Why would he risk war?
Thranduil
[The dwarves push heads of statues off the edge, dropping on the bridge, destroying it]
It is fruitless to reason with them. They understand only one thing. [draws his sword] We attack at dawn. Are you with us?
Gandalf
[Gandalf is in a private meeting in a tent with Thranduil and Bard in Dale]
You must set aside your petty grievances with the Dwarves. War is coming. The cesspits of Dol Guldur have been emptied. You’re all in mortal danger.
Bard
What are you talking about?
Thranduil
I can see you know nothing of wizards. They are like winter thunder on a wild wind, rolling in from a distance breaking hard in alarm. But sometimes a storm is just a storm.
Gandalf
Not this time. Armies of Orcs are on the move. These are fighters, they have been bred for war. Our enemy has summoned his full strength.
Thranduil
Why show his hand now?
Gandalf
Because we forced him. We forced him when the company of Thorin Oakenshield set out to reclaim their homeland. The Dwarves were never meant to reach Erebor. Azog the Defiler was sent to kill them. His master seeks control of the Mountain, not just for the treasure within, but for where it lies, its strategic position. This is the gateway to reclaiming the lands of Angmar in the North. If that fell Kingdom should rise again, Rivendell, Lórien, the Shire, even Gondor itself will fall.
Thranduil
These Orc armies you speak of, Mithrandir, where are they?
Gandalf
[Inside a tent in Dale] [to Bard]
Bowman. [Bard turns around] Do you agree with this? Is gold so important to you? Would you buy it with the blood of dwarves?
Bard
It will not come to that. This is a fight they cannot win.
Bilbo
[enters the tent]
That won't stop them! You think the dwarves will surrender? They won't. They will fight to the death to defend their own.
Gandalf
[in surprise and relieved]
Bilbo Baggins!
Thranduil
[Bilbo smiles at Gandalf] [sees Bilbo; later sitting down]
If I am not mistaken, this is the Halfling who stole the keys to my dungeons from under the nose of my guards.
Bilbo
[pauses, then speaks just audibly]
Yish... [Yes...] Sorry about that. [approaches the table in the middle of the tent with a bundle] I came to give you this. [opens the bundle, revealing the Arkenstone]
Thranduil
[in awe]
The Heart of the Mountain! The King's Jewel.
Bard
And worth a king's ransom. [looks at Bilbo] How is this yours to give?
Bilbo
I took it as my fourteenth share of the treasure.
Bard
[Gandalf smiles at Bilbo]
Why would you do this? You owe us no loyalty.
Bilbo
I'm not doing it for you. [Thranduil and Bard look at him] I know that dwarves can be obstinate and pigheaded and difficult. And suspicious and secretive, with the worst manners you can possibly imagine; but they are also brave and kind...and loyal to a fault. I've grown very fond of them, and I would save them if I can. But Thorin values this stone above all else. In exchange for its return, I believe he will give you what you were owed. There will be no need for war.
Thorin
[Thranduil and Bard with their armies arrive in Erebor; Thranduil and Bard ride to the gate when Thorin shoots an arrow in front of Thranduil]
I will put the next one between your eyes!
Thranduil
[The dwarves cheer when Thranduil's Elf army aim their arrows at them. All the Dwarves except for Thorin duck down, Thranduil indicates for his army to stand down]
We've come to tell you payment of your debt has been offered...and accepted.
Thorin
What payment? I gave you nothing. You have nothing!
Bard
[takes out the Arkenstone and shows them]
We have this.
Kili
[to Thorin, in pure shock]
They have the Arkenstone. [to Bard and Thranduil] Thieves! How came you by the heirloom of our house? That stone belongs to the King!
Bard
The King may have it, with our good will. [puts the Arkenstone away] But first, he must honor his word.
Thorin
[to the Company]
They are taking us for fools. It is a ruse. A filthy lie. [to Bard and Thranduil] The Arkenstone is in this mountain! It is a trick!
Bilbo
It...It's no trick. [Thorin is surprised] The stone is real. I gave it to them.
Thorin
[Thranduil and Bard look on in concern as Thorin discovers Bilbo's bargaining with them] [turns to Bilbo]
You?...
Bilbo
I took it as my fourteenth share.
Thorin
[accusingly]
You would steal from me?
Bilbo
[nervously smiles]
Steal from you? No, no. I may be a burglar but I'd like to think I'm an honest one. I'm willing to let it stand against my claim.
Thorin
"Against your claim"? Your claim. You have no claim over me, you miserable RAT! [throws his bow down to the concrete]
Bilbo
I was going to give it to you. Many times, I wanted to, but-
Thorin
But what, thief?
Bilbo
[firmly; angrily]
You are changed, Thorin. The Dwarf I met in Bag End would never have gone back on his word. Would never have doubted the loyalty of his kin.
Thorin
Do not speak to me of loyalty. [to the Dwarves] THROW HIM FROM THE RAMPART! [Bilbo widens his eyes in terror. The Dwarves stand still; none of them obey Thorin's order as Bard and Thranduil look on in disbelief and shock] DID YOU NOT HEAR ME?! [pulls Fili, who pulls back; Thorin turns back to Bilbo angrily] I will do it MYSELF! [grabs Bilbo and lifts him up, the other dwarves rush to stop him] CURSE YOU!
Fili
No!
Thorin
CURSED BE THE WIZARD THAT FORCED YOU ON THIS COMPANY!
Gandalf
[walks to the bottom of the wall, magically magnified voice]
IF YOU DON'T LIKE MY BURGLAR, [normal voice] then please, don't damage him. Return him to me. [Thorin stops at the sight of Gandalf] You're not making a very splendid figure as King under the Mountain, are you, Thorin, son of Thrain?
Thorin
[slowly puts Bilbo down]
NEVER AGAIN WILL I HAVE DEALINGS WITH WIZARDS...
Bofur
[to Bilbo, escaping down the wall]
Go.
Thorin
...OR SHIRE RATS.
Bard
[to Thorin]
Are we resolved? The return of the Arkenstone for what was promised?
Thorin
[looks to a nearby hill expectantly, not responding. Then paces]
Why should I buy back that which is rightfully mine?!
Thranduil
[Gandalf looks at him in disbelief] [to Bard]
Keep the stone. Sell it. Ecthelion of Gondor will give you a good price for it.
Thorin
[shouting furiously]
I WILL KILL YOU! UPON MY OATH, I WILL KILL YOU ALL!
Thranduil
Your oath means nothing. [pause] I've heard enough.
Gandalf
[The Elven Army readies to take fire]
Thorin, lay down your arms. Open these doors. This treasure will be your death.
Balin
Thorin, we cannot win this fight.
Bard
[The company and Gandalf look at Thorin, who still doesn't respond]
Give us your answer. Will you have peace or war?
Thorin
[after the raven from earlier arrives, signaling that Dwarves led by Dain are approaching]
I will have war.
Gandalf
[sees the army]
Ironfoot.
Bilbo
[referring to Dain]
Gandalf, who is that? He doesn't look very happy.
Gandalf
He is Dain, Lord of the Iron Hills. Thorin's cousin.
Bilbo
Are they alike?
Gandalf
[sighs]
I've always found Thorin the more reasonable of the two.
Dain
[Dain and his army from the Iron Hill have just arrived; Dain is riding a pig]
Good morning! How aaare we all? I have a wee proposition, if ye wouldn't mind givin' me a few moments of yer time. Would ye consider...JUST SODDING OFF?! All of you! Right now!
Bard
Stand fast!
Gandalf
[steps forward]
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. [looks at Thranduil] 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! [rides back to his army]
Gandalf
Dain! Wait!
Thranduil
[Dain ignores him; the Dwarves cheer, Gandalf looks on distressed]
Let them advance, see how far they'll get.
Dain
You think I give a dead dog for your threats, ya pointy-eared princess? [to his army] You hear that, lads? We're on! Let's give these bastards a good hammering!
Dwalin
[confronting Thorin over his obsession with the Arkenstone, trying to reason with him to help Dain]
Since when do we forsake our own people? Thorin, they are dying out there.
Thorin
There are halls beneath halls within the Mountain, places we can fortify. Shore up, make safe? Yes. Yes, that is it. We must move the gold further underground to safety.
Dwalin
Did you not hear me? Dain is surrounded. They're being slaughtered, Thorin.
Thorin
Many die in war, life is cheap. But a treasure such as this cannot be counted in lives lost. It is worth all the blood we can spend.
Dwalin
You sit here, in these vast halls, with a crown upon your head...and yet you are lesser now than you have ever been.
Thorin
Do not speak to me as if I were some lowly dwarf lord... [voice begins to break] as if I were still Thorin...Oakenshield... [draws his sword, enraged] I am your KING!
Dwalin
[voice breaking]
You were always my King. You used to know that once. But you cannot see what you have become.
Thorin
Go. Get out...before I kill you.
Dwalin
[Dwalin tearfully leaves. Later, Thorin wanders through the Gallery of Kings and recalls his conversations involving him] [voice over]
You sit here with a crown upon your head...and yet you are lesser now than you have ever been.
Thorin
[voice over]
A treasure such as this cannot be counted in lives lost.
Balin
[voice over]
A sickness lies upon that treasure horde.
Bard
[voice over]
The blind ambition of a Mountain King.
Thorin
[voice over]
AM I NOT THE KING?! This gold is ours and ours alone. Treasure hoard. [as Thorin walks over the hardened gold floor, he continues to recall] I will not part with a single coin.
Bard
[voice over]
He cannot see beyond his own desire!
Thorin
[voice over]
As if I were some lowly dwarf lord...Thorin Oakenshield.
Balin
[voice over]
A sickness which drove your grandfather mad.
Thorin
[voice over]
Oakenshield.
Dwalin
[voice over]
This is Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror!
Thorin
[voice over]
I am not my grandfather.
Gandalf
[Thorin begins to come to his senses] [voice over]
You are the heir to the throne of Durin.
Dwalin
[voice over]
They are dying out there.
Gandalf
[voice over]
Take back Erebor.
Dwalin
[voice over]
Dain is surrounded...is surrounded.
Gandalf
[voice over]
Take back your homeland.
Bilbo
[voice over]
You are changed, Thorin!
Thorin
[voice over]
I am not my grandfather.
Bilbo
[voice over]
Is this treasure truly worth more than your honor?
Thorin
[voice over]
I am not my grandfather.
Gandalf
[Thorin begins hallucinating as he sees Smaug swimming underneath him as well as himself sinking in the molten gold] [voice over]
This treasure will be your death!
Kili
[Thorin, horrified, sees himself sinking further into the gold; he suddenly comes to his senses and casts his crown aside. Meanwhile, the dwarves have grown impatient of not helping until they see Thorin coming towards them. Kili stands up from a piece of rubble with an angry scowl on his face] [lividly shouting at Thorin]
I will not hide behind a wall of stone while others fight our battles for us!! [Thorin continues walking toward the company, unaffected by the shouting] It is not in my blood, Thorin.
Thorin
[comes to a halt in front of Kili]
No, it is not. We are sons of Durin. And Durin's folk do not flee from a fight. [Kili's lips tremble as if he were about to cry. Thorin and Kili smile at each other, touch foreheads together and they walk over to the rest of the company] I have no right to ask this of any of you...but will you follow me...one last time?
[The dwarves raise their weapons, ready for battle]
