Thorin
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.
I look absurd! I'm not a warrior, I'm a Hobbit.
Thorin
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!
Betrayed?
Thorin
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.
Thorin...the quest is fulfilled. You've won the mountain. Is that not enough?
Thorin
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.
Thorin
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]
