Bard
[Bard rides over to Thranduil back to Dale after his meeting with Thorin]
He will give us nothing.
Thranduil
Such a pity. But still, you tried.
Bard
I do not understand. Why? Why would he risk war?
Thranduil
[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?
