Thorin
[staring at the broken throne of Erebor, at the space where the Arkenstone should be]
It is here in these halls. I know it.
Dwalin
We have searched and searched.
Thorin
Not well enough.
Dwalin
Thorin, we all would see the stone returned.
Thorin
[seething]
And yet it's still not found!
Balin
Do you doubt the loyalty of anyone here? The Arkenstone is the birthright of our people.
Thorin
It is the King's Jewel...AM I NOT THE KING?! [short pause] Know this: If anyone should find it and withhold it from me...I will be avenged.
Thorin
[Bilbo sits in a secluded hallway, looking at something in his palm. Thorin enters, and rushes forward] [demanding]
What is that? In your hand!
Thorin
Show me.
B Bilbo
It- [opens his hand. It is an acorn on his palm] I picked it up in Beorn's garden.
Thorin
[his face softens, awed]
You've carried it all this way?
B Bilbo
I'm going to plant it in my garden in Bag End.
Thorin
[smiling fondly]
It's a poor prize to take back to the Shire.
B Bilbo
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-
Dwalin
[interrupting]
Thorin. Survivors from Laketown. They're streaming into Dale. There's hundreds of them.
Thorin
[his face falls]
Call everyone to the gate. [darkly] To the gate! Now!
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.
B Bilbo
[voice over]
You are changed, Thorin!
Thorin
[voice over]
I am not my grandfather.
B 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]
