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!
Bilbo
I-It's nothing.
Thorin
Show me.
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?
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.
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!
