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
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
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.
