[As Thranduil and his remaining forces leave Dale in the midst of the battle, Tauriel stands in their way] [in Elvish]
You will go no further. [in English] You will not turn away. Not this time.
[glaring]
Get out of my way.
The dwarves will be slaughtered.
Yes, they will die. Today, tomorrow, one year hence, a hundred years from now. What does it matter? They're mortal.
[aims her bow and arrow at Thranduil, who looks on in shock]
You think your life is worth more than theirs, when there is no love in it? There is no love in you!
[Thranduil hesitates, then swiftly and mercilessly cuts Tauriel's bow in half. Tauriel is taken aback in shock] [raises his sword to Tauriel's face]
What do you know of love? Nothing! What you feel for that dwarf is not real. You think it is love? Are you ready to die for it?
[Legolas deflects Thranduil's blade and defends Tauriel] [in Elvish]
If you harm her...you will have to kill me. [Thranduil lowers his head in sadness at his son's defiance; Legolas turns to Tauriel, in English] I will go with you.
[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.
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?
[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.
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"? 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?
[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!
[Bard leaves in anger]
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.
[The dwarves turn to look at Bilbo]
Not for much longer.
Wh...? What does that mean?
It means, Master Baggins, you should never underestimate Dwarves. We have reclaimed Erebor. Now, we defend it.
[Bard rides over to Thranduil back to Dale after his meeting with Thorin]
He will give us nothing.
Such a pity. But still, you tried.
I do not understand. Why? Why would he risk war?
[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?
[Bilbo sees Balin who looks distressed about Thorin's behavior]
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.
[Bilbo sits in a secluded hallway, looking at something in his palm. Thorin enters, and rushes forward] [demanding]
What is that? In your hand!
It- [opens his hand. It is an acorn on his palm] I picked it up in Beorn's garden.
[his face softens, awed]
You've carried it all this way?
I'm going to plant it in my garden in Bag End.
[smiling fondly]
It's a poor prize to take back to the Shire.
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-
[interrupting]
Thorin. Survivors from Laketown. They're streaming into Dale. There's hundreds of them.
[his face falls]
Call everyone to the gate. [darkly] To the gate! Now!
[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.
What are you talking about?
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.
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.
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.
These Orc armies you speak of, Mithrandir, where are they?
[In Erebor, the battle is still continuing. Bofur fights orcs, until one knocks him back. As the orcish grunt prepares the finishing blow, Bifur rushes to Bofur's aid, lunging himself at the orc, getting the axe in his head stuck to the orc's head. Bofur hurries and tries to pull him out. Bombur comes along to try and help]
PUSH!
[The three dwarves push the orc backwards until it's hanging over the edge of a cliff. Bombur walks on top on them, jumps off of Bifur's back, pivots around, and pulls the orc down, releasing both of their grip and sending the orc to his death. Bifur and Bofur are flung backwards] [sees the axe has been dislodged from Bifur's head]
By Durin! You've lost your axe!
B Bombur
[Bifur, surprised, feels his head] [rushes up with the axe]
No he's not! Here you go, cousin. [hands the axe to Bifur]
B Bifur
[looks at the axe]
You know where you can stick that. [throws the axe away behind him]
[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?
It will not come to that. This is a fight they cannot win.
[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.
[in surprise and relieved]
Bilbo Baggins!
[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.
[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]
[in awe]
The Heart of the Mountain! The King's Jewel.
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.
[Gandalf smiles at Bilbo]
Why would you do this? You owe us no loyalty.
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.
OB Old Bilbo
[Last lines; Old Bilbo is holding the Ring in his hand when he hears a knock at his door, Bilbo closes his hand on the Ring]
No, thank you! We don't want any more visitors, well-wishers, or distant relations!
[from outside]
And what about very old friends?
OB Old Bilbo
[Old Bilbo smiles, puts the Ring in his pocket, and runs to open the door; as the camera focuses on the map of the Lonely Mountain on a frame, the last lines are heard from The Fellowship of the Ring]
Gandalf?
OB Old Bilbo
My dear Gandalf!
It’s good to see you. One hundred and eleven years old; who would believe it?
OB Old Bilbo
[Gandalf and Old Bilbo laugh]
Come on, come in! Welcome, welcome.
[Radagast saved Gandalf from Dol Guldur and rides him back to his house]
I need that horse.
R Radagast
What? Gandalf, where are you going?
To warn Erebor. They have no idea what is coming. I saw it with my own eyes. Rank upon rank of Moria orcs. Radagast, you must summon our friends, bird and beast. The battle for the Mountain is about to begin. [starts to leave]
R Radagast
Wait! [Gandalf stops; Radagast gives his staff to Gandalf] Take this. If what you say is true, then you'll need it more than I.
R Radagast
A word of warning. It can be a bit dicky sometimes. You just have to twiddle with the top. I expect you'll manage.
[The men of Lake-town are preparing for battle; in Erebor the Dwarves prepare themselves as well, Bilbo wanders next to the armory] [calling down the hall, from the armory to Bilbo]
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.
[laughing slightly at how he looks]
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!
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.
[carefully]
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.
[smiles]
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]
[The night before the battle, Bilbo goes to the wall and ties a rope to a chain link. He stops when he hears Bofur]
You should be inside...out of the wind.
Uh, I, uh...needed some air. Place still stinks of dragon.
[walks up to Bilbo]
The elves have been moving their archers into position.
The battle will be over by tomorrow's eve. Though I doubt we will live to see it.
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.
[smiles sadly]
Goodbye, Bilbo. [leaves]
[Bilbo throws the rope over the wall and sneaks out]
[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.
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.
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.
[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]
[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?
The heirlooms of my people are not lightly forsaken.
We are allies in this. My people also have claim upon the riches in that Mountain. Let me speak with Thorin.
You would try to reason with a Dwarf.
[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.
H Hilda
What then? What do we do then?
[after a brief pause]
We find shelter.
[Thorin has killed Azog and is mortally wounded; Bilbo regains consciousness and rushes to Thorin's aid] [relieved]
Bilbo!
Don't move, don't move. Lie still. [sees Thorin's wound] Oh!
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.
[last words]
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]
