Most-quoted character in The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies (2014): in 18 of its 71 quotes
Most scenes with: Thorin Oakenshield (6), Gandalf (6), Bard (5)
You've won the Mountain. Is that not enough?
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.
If any of you ever pass through Bag End, tea is at four. There's plenty of it. You are welcome any time. Oh, uh...don't bother knocking.
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]
Now's our chance! Go now! Head to the open water!
Hmm. Is that your child? You cannot save him from the fire. He...will...BURN.
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]
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]
What was that? What happened?
It fell. I saw it. It's dead. Smaug is dead!
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!
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]
Dragon sickness. I've seen it before. That look, the terrible need. It is a fierce and jealous love, Bilbo. It sent his grandfather mad.
Balin, if, if Thorin had the Arkenstone...or if, if it was found...would it help?
That stone crowns all. It's the summit of this great wealth, bestowing power upon he who bears it. Would it stay his madness? No, lad. I fear it would make him worse. Perhaps it is best it remains lost.
What is that? In your hand!
I-It's nothing.
Show me.
It- [opens his hand. It is an acorn on his palm] I picked it up in Beorn's garden.
I'm going to plant it in my garden in Bag End.
One day it'll grow, and every time I'll look at it I'll remember. The good, the bad...And how lucky I am that I made it home. [they smile at each other] Thorin, I-
Thorin. Survivors from Laketown. They're streaming into Dale. There's hundreds of them.
Hail Thorin, son of Thrain. We are glad to find you alive beyond hope.
Why do you come to the gates of the King under the Mountain armed for war?
Why does the King under the Mountain fence himself in like a robber in his hole?
Perhaps it is because I'm expecting to be robbed.
My Lord, we have not come to rob you, but to seek fair settlement. Will you not speak with me?
I'm listening.
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.
I will not treat with any man, while an armed host lies before my door.
That armed host will attack this mountain if we do not come to terms.
And your threats do not sway me.
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.
When did the men of Lake-town come to our aid but for the promise of rich reward?
A bargain was struck!
"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?
Because you gave us your word. Does that mean nothing?
Begone! Ere our arrows fly!
What are you doing?! You cannot go to war.
This does not concern you.
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.
Wh...? What does that mean?
It means, Master Baggins, you should never underestimate Dwarves. We have reclaimed Erebor. Now, we defend it.
Master Baggins, come here. [Bilbo tentatively wanders over] You're going to need this. [Thorin holds up the mithril shirt - the same one Bilbo gave Frodo in Fellowship of the Ring] Put it on. [Bilbo takes off his coat, takes it, and slips it on over his shirt] This vest is made of silver steel. Mithril, it was called by my forebears. No blade can pierce it.
I look absurd! I'm not a warrior, I'm a Hobbit.
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] True friends are hard to come by. [shoves Bilbo, none too kindly, further down the tunnel, out of earshot] I have been blind...but now I begin to see. I am betrayed!
Betrayed?
The Arkenstone. [leans closer to Bilbo, lowering his voice even more] One of them has taken it. [both Bilbo and Thorin glance back towards the armory] One of them is false.
Thorin...the quest is fulfilled. You've won the mountain. Is that not enough?
Betrayed by my own kin...
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.
For that, I am grateful. It was nobly done. [smile fades] But the treasure in this mountain does not belong to the people of Laketown. [sounding more and more like Smaug] This gold is ours. And ours alone. On my life, I will not part with a single coin. Not one piece of it.
[Bilbo stares across at him in despair and maybe a little fear as the Dwarves march by, fully armed]
You should be inside...out of the wind.
Uh, I, uh...needed some air. Place still stinks of dragon.
Ah.
The battle will be over by tomorrow's eve. Though I doubt we will live to see it.
These are...dark days.
Dark days indeed. No one could blame a soul for wishing themselves elsewhere. [moment of silence] Must be near midnight. Bombur's got the next watch. It'll take a bit to wake him. [walks down the wall]
Bofur, I will see you in the morning.
Bowman. [Bard turns around] Do you agree with this? Is gold so important to you? Would you buy it with the blood of dwarves?
It will not come to that. This is a fight they cannot win.
That won't stop them! You think the dwarves will surrender? They won't. They will fight to the death to defend their own.
If I am not mistaken, this is the Halfling who stole the keys to my dungeons from under the nose of my guards.
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]
And worth a king's ransom. [looks at Bilbo] How is this yours to give?
I took it as my fourteenth share of the treasure.
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.
I will put the next one between your eyes!
We've come to tell you payment of your debt has been offered...and accepted.
What payment? I gave you nothing. You have nothing!
They have the Arkenstone. [to Bard and Thranduil] Thieves! How came you by the heirloom of our house? That stone belongs to the King!
The King may have it, with our good will. [puts the Arkenstone away] But first, he must honor his word.
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!
It...It's no trick. [Thorin is surprised] The stone is real. I gave it to them.
You?...
I took it as my fourteenth share.
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.
"Against your claim"? Your claim. You have no claim over me, you miserable RAT! [throws his bow down to the concrete]
I was going to give it to you. Many times, I wanted to, but-
But what, thief?
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.
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!
No!
CURSED BE THE WIZARD THAT FORCED YOU ON THIS COMPANY!
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?
...OR SHIRE RATS.
Why should I buy back that which is rightfully mine?!
Keep the stone. Sell it. Ecthelion of Gondor will give you a good price for it.
Your oath means nothing. [pause] I've heard enough.
Thorin, lay down your arms. Open these doors. This treasure will be your death.
Thorin, we cannot win this fight.
Give us your answer. Will you have peace or war?
I will have war.
Gandalf, who is that? He doesn't look very happy.
He is Dain, Lord of the Iron Hills. Thorin's cousin.
Are they alike?
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!
Stand fast!
Gandalf the Grey. Tell this rabble to leave, or I'll water the ground with their blood!
There is no need for war between Dwarves, Men, and Elves. A legion of Orcs march on the Mountain. Stand your army down.
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]
Dain! Wait!
Let them advance, see how far they'll get.
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!
Since when do we forsake our own people? Thorin, they are dying out there.
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.
Did you not hear me? Dain is surrounded. They're being slaughtered, 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.
You sit here, in these vast halls, with a crown upon your head...and yet you are lesser now than you have ever been.
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!
You were always my King. You used to know that once. But you cannot see what you have become.
Go. Get out...before I kill you.
You sit here with a crown upon your head...and yet you are lesser now than you have ever been.
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.
You are changed, Thorin!
Is this treasure truly worth more than your honor?
This treasure will be your death!
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.
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]
My Lord, disperse this force to Ravenhill. The Dwarves are about to be overrun. Thorin must be warned.
By all means, warn him. I've spent enough Elvish blood in defense of this accursed land. No more! [walks off]
I'll go.
Don't be ridiculous, you'll never make it.
Why not?
Because they will see you coming, and kill you!
No, they won't. They won't see me.
It's out of the question. I won't allow it.
I'm not asking you to allow it, Gandalf.
[Bilbo turns and leaves, he then puts on the One Ring and goes off to Ravenhill to warn Thorin]
Bilbo!
Don't move, don't move. Lie still. [sees Thorin's wound] Oh!
I'm glad you're here.
Shhhh...
I wish to part from you in friendship.
No, you...you are not going anywhere, Thorin. You're going to live.
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. I am so sorry...that I led you into such peril.
No, I'm-I'm glad to have shared in your perils, Thorin. Each and every one of them. It is far more than any Baggins deserves.
Farewell...master burglar. Go back to your books...and your armchair. Plant your trees, watch them grow. If more people...valued home...above gold, this world would be a merrier place. [moans]
No! No no no no no, Thorin. Don't you dare. [Thorin dies] Thorin... [quietly] Hold on. Hold on, please. The eagles, the eagles are here. [desperately] Thorin. The ea- [weeps]
The king is dead!
Long live the king!
There is to be a great feast tonight. Songs will be sung, tales will be told, and Thorin Oakenshield will pass into legend.
I know that's how you must honor him, but to me, he was never that. He was... [getting choked up] To me...he was...Well, I think I'll slip quietly away. Will you tell the others I said goodbye?
You'll tell them yourself.
Uh, if any of you are ever passing Bag End, uh...tea is at four, there's plenty of it. You are welcome anytime. [they all bow to Bilbo] Oh, ah...don't bother knocking.
[The dwarves laugh softly; Gandalf chuckles, and Bilbo and Gandalf leave, as the dwarves watch in sadness]
Ahh, the borders of the Shire. It is here I must leave you.
That's a shame. I quite like having a wizard around. Seems they bring good luck.
You don't really suppose, do you, that all your adventures and escapes were managed by mere luck? Magic rings should not be used lightly, Bilbo. Don't take me for a fool, I know you found one...
No...
...in the goblin tunnels, and I've kept my eye on you ever since.
Well, thank goodness. [extends his hand] Farewell, Gandalf.
Farewell.
You, uh...you needn't worry about that ring, it fell out of my pocket during the battle. I lost it.
You're a very fine person, Mr. Baggins. And I'm very fond of you. But you're only quite a little fellow...in a wide world after all.
Who is this person you pledged your service to? Thorin Oakenshield?
He...He was my friend.
No, thank you! We don't want any more visitors, well-wishers, or distant relations!
Gandalf?
Bilbo Baggins.
My dear Gandalf!
It’s good to see you. One hundred and eleven years old; who would believe it?
Come on, come in! Welcome, welcome.
