The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey

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For the 1937 novel, see The Hobbit.

The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey is the 2012 epic fantasy adventure film and the first installment in The Hobbit motion picture trilogy based on the novel by J. R. R. Tolkien. It tells the tale of Bilbo and his journey to the Lonley mountain with thirteen dwarves and a wizard named Gandalf. Directed by Peter Jackson. Written by Frances Walsh, Philippa Boyens and Peter Jackson.

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Bilbo Baggins [edit]

  • My dear Frodo, you asked me once if I had told you everything there was to know about my adventures. And while I can honestly say I've told you the truth, I may not have told you all of it. I am old, Frodo. I am not the same hobbit as I once was. It is time for you to know what really happened.
  • It began long ago in a land far away to the east, the like of which you will not find in the world today. There was the city of Dale, its markets known far and wide, full of the bounties of vine and vale, peaceful and prosperous. For this city lay before the doors of the greatest kingdom in Middle-earth; Erebor, stronghold of Thrór, King under the Mountain and mightiest of the Dwarf-lords. Thrór ruled with utter surety, never doubting his house would endure, for his line lay secure in the lives of his son and grandson. Ah, Frodo, Erebor! Built deep within the mountain itself, the beauty of this fortress city was legend. Its wealth lay in the earth in precious gems hewn from rock and in great seams of gold running like rivers through stone. The skill of the Dwarves was unequalled, fashioning objects of great beauty out of diamond, emerald, ruby, and sapphire. Ever they delved deep, down into the dark and that is where they found it, the Heart of the Mountain! The Arkenstone. Thrór named it the King's Jewel, he took it as a sign, a sign that his right to rule was divine. All would pay homage to him even the great Elven King Thranduil. But the years of peace and plenty was not to last. Slowly the days turned sour and the watchful nights closed in. Thrór's love of gold grown too fierce and sickness had begun to grow within him. It was a sickness of the mind. And where sickness thrives, bad things will follow. The first they heard was a noise like a hurricane coming down from the North; the pines on the mountain creaked and cracked in the hot, dry wind. It was a fire-drake from the North. Smaug had come! Such wanton death was dealt that day, for this city of Men was nothing to Smaug. His eye was set on another prize. For dragons covet gold with a dark and fierce desire. Erebor was lost - for a dragon will guard his plunder as long as he lives. Thranduil would not risk the lives of his kin against the wroth of the dragon. No help came from the Elves that day... or any day since. Robbed of their homeland, the Dwarves of Erebor wandered the wilderness. A once mighty people brought low. The young Dwarf prince took work where he could find it, labouring in the villages of Men. But always he remembered the mountain smoke beneath the moon, the trees like torches blazing bright, for he had seen dragon-fire in the sky and a city turned to ash. And he never forgave... and he never forgot.
  • In a hole in a ground, there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole full of worms and oozy smells. This was a hobbit-hole and that means good food, a warm hearth, and all the comforts of home.
  • I'm going on an adventure!
  • [To the trolls, about cooking the dwarves] Well, you're going to need a stronger seasoning than sage. I mean, have you smelled them?

Gandalf the Grey [edit]

  • You will have to do without pocket handkerchiefs, and a great many other things, before we reach our journey's end, Bilbo Baggins. You were born to the rolling hills and little rivers of the Shire, but home is now behind you; the world is ahead.
  • Far to the east, over ranges and rivers, beyond woodlands and wastelands, lies a single solitary peak.
  • Erebor, the Lonely Mountain. The last of the great Dwarf kingdoms of Middle-earth.
  • These runes speak of a hidden passage into the lower halls.
  • Enough! If I say Bilbo Baggins is a burglar, then a burglar he is!
  • Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet, in fact, they can pass unseen by most if they choose. And while the dragon is accustomed to the smell of Dwarf, the scent of Hobbit is all but unknown to him which gives us a distinct advantage.
  • These were forged in Gondolin by the High Elves of the First Age. You would not wish for a finer blade.

Balin [edit]

  • [to Bilbo] Don't mind him, laddie. Thorin has more cause than most to hate Orcs. After the dragon took the Lonely Mountain, King Thror tried to reclaim the ancient dwarf kingdom of Moria...but our enemy had got there first. Moria had been taken by legions of Orcs, led by the most vile of all their race, Azog the Defiler. The giant Gundabad Orc had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin. He began by beheading the King. Thrain, Thorin's father, was driven mad by grief. He went missing, taken prisoner or killed; we did not know. We were leaderless; defeat and death were upon us. That is when I saw him; the young dwarf prince facing down the Pale Orc. He stood alone against this terrible foe, his armour rent, wielding nothing but an oaken branch as a shield...Azog the Defiler learned that day that the line of Durin would not be so easily broken. Our forces rallied and drove the Orcs back; our enemy had been defeated...but there was no feast nor song that night, for our dead were beyond the count of grief. We few had survived and I thought to myself then 'There is one I could follow. There is one I could call King'.

Thorin Oakenshield [edit]

  • Rumours have begun to spread. The dragon Smaug has not been seen for 60 years... Eyes look east to the mountain assessing, wondering, weighing the risk... Perhaps the vast wealth of our people now lies unprotected. Do we sit back while others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back Erebor?!
  • Loyalty, honour, a willing heart, I can ask no more than that.
  • I would take each and every one of these dwarves over an army from the Iron Hills.
  • [about the Key to the Hidden Door] From my grandfather to my father, this has come to me. They dreamt of the day the Dwarves of Erebor would reclaim their homeland. There is no choice, Balin. Not for me.

Radagast The Brown [edit]

  • A dark power has found a way back into the world.
  • These are Rhosgobel rabbits! I'd like to see them try.

Gollum / Sméagol [edit]

  • [Sméagol] Nasty... goblinses. [Gollum] Better than old bones, precious. Better than nothing!
  • [Sméagol] What has roots as nobody sees, Is taller than trees, Up, up it goes, And yet never grows?
  • [Gollum] All things it devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel, grinds hard stones to meal. Answer us.
  • [Gollum] What has it got in its nasty little pocketses?
  • [Gollum] Baggins! Thief! Curse it and crush it! We hates it FOREVER!!!

Dialogue [edit]

Frodo: [finds a sketch of a younger Bilbo] What's this?
Old Bilbo: That is private. Keep your sticky paws off. [Frodo start to look at the book, Bilbo hides the text] It's not ready yet.
Frodo: Not ready for what?
Old Bilbo: Reading. What on earth are these?
Frodo: Replies to the party invitations.
Old Bilbo: [excited] Good gracious. Is it today?
Frodo: They all said they are coming. Except for the Sackville-Bagginses. They demand that you ask them in person.
Old Bilbo: Really... Over my dead body.
Frodo: They'd probably find that quite agreeable. They seem to think you have tunnels overflowing with gold.
Old Bilbo: It was one small chest, hardly overflowing. And it still smells of troll.
Frodo: What on earth are you doing?
Old Bilbo: Taking precautions! You know I caught her making off with the silverware once.
Frodo: Who?
Old Bilbo: Lobelia Sackville-Baggins. She had all my spoons stuffed in her pockets! Ha! Dreadful woman! Make sure you keep an eye of her after I, um, I... When I'm...
Frodo: When you're what?
Old Bilbo: It's nothing, nothing...
Frodo: You know, some people are beginning to wonder about you, uncle. They think you are becoming odd.
Old Bilbo: Odd?
Frodo: Hmm, unsociable.
Old Bilbo: Unsociable? Me? Nonsense! Be a good lad and put that out at the gate.
[The sign reads "No admittance; Except on party business."]
Bilbo Baggins: Good morning.
Gandalf the Grey: What do you mean? Do you mean to wish me a good morning, or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not? Or perhaps you mean to say that you feel good this particular morning? Or are you simply stating that it is a morning to be good on?
Bilbo Baggins: All of them at once, I suppose. [long pause] Can I help you?
Gandalf the Grey: That remains to be seen. I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure.
Bilbo Baggins: An adventure? Now I don't imagine anyone west of Bree would have much intrest in adventures. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. Make you late for dinner. [awkwardly check his mail, pretending to pay no attention to Gandalf] Good morning! [begins to walk away]
Gandalf the Grey: To think that I should have lived to be "good morninged" by Belladonna Took's son as if I were selling buttons at the door.
Bilbo Baggins: Beg your pardon?
Gandalf the Grey: You've changed. And not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins.
Bilbo Baggins: I'm sorry, do I know you?
Gandalf the Grey: Well, you know my name although you don't remember I belong to it; I am Gandalf! And Gandalf means... me.
Bilbo Baggins: Not Gandalf, the wandering wizard who made such excellent fireworks. Old Took use to have them on Mid-summer's Eve. [chuckles] No idea you were still in business.
Gandalf the Grey: And where else should I be? [Bilbo continues to smoke his pipe] Well, I'm pleased to find you remember something about me, even if it's only my fireworks. Well, that's decided. It will be very good for you... and most amusing for me. I shall inform the others.
Bilbo Baggins: Inform who? Wha- no! No. No, wait. We do not want any adventures here, thank you- not today! Not-- I suggest you try over the Hill or across the Water. Good morning. [returns to his home]
Dwalin: Dwalin. At your service.
Bilbo: Uh, Bilbo Baggins. At yours. [Dwalin walks in] Do we know each other?
Dwalin: No. Which way, laddie? Is it down here?
Bilbo: Is what down where?
Dwalin: Supper. He said there'd be food and lots of it.
Bilbo: He said? Who said?
[Dwalin eats Bilbo's dinner]
Dwalin: Very good, this. Any more?
Bilbo: What? Oh, uh, yes, yes. Help yourself. It's just that, um, I wasn't expecting company.
[The doorbell rings]
Dwalin: That'll be the door.
Balin: Balin. At your service.
Bilbo: Good evening.
Balin: Yes. Yes, it is. Though, I think it might rain later. Am I late?
Bilbo: Late for what?
Balin: OH! Evening, brother!
Dwalin: Ho ho, by my beard! You are shorter and wider than last we met.
Balin: Wider not shorter. Sharp enough for both of us.
[Dwalin and Balin laugh and butt heads. They proceed to raid Bilbo's pantry while talking with each other]
Bilbo: Excuse me? Sorry, I hate to interrupt, but the thing is I'm not entirely sure you're in the right house. It's not that I don't like visitors. I like visitors as much as the next hobbit, but I do like to know them before they come visiting. The thing is, uh, the thing is I don't know either of you, not in the slightest. I don't mean to be blunt, but I had to speak my mind. I'm sorry.
Balin: [suddenly noticing that Bilbo was talking] Apology accepted.
[Bilbo opens the door]
Fíli: Fíli.
Kíli: And Kíli.
Fíli and Kíli: [bowing] At your service.
Kíli: You must be Mr. Boggins!
Bilbo: Nope! You can't come in; you've come to the wrong house.
[Bilbo tries to shut the door, but Kíli pushes it open]
Kíli: What? Has it been cancelled?
Fíli: No one told us.
Bilbo: Ca-? No, nothing's been cancelled.
Kíli: [smiles] That's a relief!
[They walk in as if they owned the place]
[Bilbo sees Bombur walk from the pantry holding several cheese wheels]
Bilbo: A tad excessive, isn't it? Have you got a cheese knife?
Bofur: "Cheese knife?" He eats it by the block.
Bilbo: I am surrounded by dwarves! What are they doing here?
Gandalf: Oh, they're quite a merry gathering, once you get used to them.
Bilbo: I don't want to get used to them! The state of my kitchen! There's mud trod into the carpet! They pillaged the pantry. I'm not even gonna tell you what they've done in the bathroom. They've all but destroyed the plumbing! I don't understand what they're doing in my house!
Balin: You forget the Front Gate is sealed! There is no way into the mountain.
Gandalf: That, my dear Balin, is not entirely true.
Thorin Oakenshield: How came you by this?
Gandalf: It was given to me by your father, Thrain. For safekeeping. It is yours now.
Fíli: If there’s a key there must be a door!
Balin: It's just the usual; summary of out-of-pocket expenses, time required, remuneration, funeral arrangements, so forth.
Bilbo: Funeral arrangements? [reads contract]
Thorin: [whispering to Gandalf] I cannot garuntee his safety.
Gandalf: Understood.
Thorin: Nor will I be respenisble for his fate.
Gandalf: Agreed.
Bilbo: Uh, "Terms: cash on delivery, up to but not exceeding one fourteenth total profit, if any." Seems fair. Uh, "Present company shall not be liable for injuries including, but not limited to laceration, evisceration"... "Incineration?"
Bofur: Oh, aye. He'll melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye. [Bilbo starts to look shaky]
Balin: You all right, laddie?
Bilbo: Yeah, I'll be. Feeling a bit faint.
Bofur: Think furnace, with wings.
Bilbo: Yeah, I... I... I need air.
Bofur: Flash of light, searing pain, then poof, you're nothing more than a pile of ash.
Bilbo: Nope. [faints]
Gandalf: [sarcastically] How very helpful, Bofur.
Bilbo: I'll be fine. Just let me sit quietly for a moment.
Gandalf: You've been sitting quietly for far too long. Tell me. When did doilies and your mother's dishes become so important to you?
Gandalf: The world is not in your books and maps. It's out there.
Bilbo: I can't just go running off into the blue! I am a Baggins of Bag End!
Gandalf: You are also a Took. Did you know that your great-great-great-great Uncle Bullroarer Took was so large he could ride a real horse?
Bilbo: Yes.
Gandalf: Well he could! At the Battle of Greenfields, he charged the Goblin ranks. He swung his club so hard, it knocked the Goblin King's head clean off and it sailed a hundred yards through the air and went down a rabbit hole. And thus the battle was won and the game of golf invented at the same time.
Bilbo: I do believe you made that up.
Gandalf: Well, all good stories deserve embellishment. You'll have a tale or two to tell of your own when you come back.
Bilbo: Can you promise that I will come back?
Gandalf: No. And if you do... you will not be the same.
Hobbit: You! Mr. Bilbo where're you off to?
Bilbo Baggins: Can't stop! I'm already late.
Hobbit: Late for what?
Bilbo Baggins: I'm going on an adventure!
Gandalf: There are five of us. The greatest of our order is Saruman the White. And then there are the two Blue Wizards... You know, I've quite forgotten their names.
Bilbo: And the fifth?
Gandalf: Well, that would be Radagast the Brown.
Bilbo: Is he a great wizard? Or is he more like you.
Gandalf: Well, I think he is a very great wizard... in his own way. He's a gentle soul who prefers the company of animals for others. He keeps a watchful eye over the vast forest lands to the East and a good thing to for always evil will look to find a foothold in this world.
Bilbo: I have... I have never used a sword in my life.
Gandalf: And I hope you never have to. But if you do, remember this: true courage is about not knowing when to take a life, but when to spare one.
Radagast the Brown: The Greenwood is sick, Gandalf. A darkness has fallen over it. Nothing grows anymore, at least nothing good. The air is foul with decay. The worst are the webs.
Gandalf: Webs? What do you mean?
Radagast: Spiders, Gandalf. Giant ones. Some kind of spawn of Ungoliant or I'm not a wizard. I followed their trail, they came from... Dol Guldur.
Gandalf: Dol Guldur? But the old fortress is abandoned.
Radagast: No, Gandalf, 'tis not. A dark power dwells in there. Such as I have never felt before. It is the shadow of an ancient horror. One that can summon the spirits of the dead. I saw him, Gandalf. From out of the darkness, a Necromancer has come.
Elrond: Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain.
Thorin Oakenshield: I do not believe we have met.
Elrond: You have your grandfather's bearing. I knew Thrór when he ruled under the mountain.
Elrond: This is Orcrist, the Goblin-Cleaver. A famous blade forged by the High Elves of the West. My kin. May it serve you well. This is Glamdring, the Foe-hammer, sword of the King of Gondolin.
[Bilbo observes Sting]
Balin: I wouldn't bother, laddie. Swords are named for the great deeds they do in war.
Bilbo Baggins: What're you saying, my sword hasn't seen battle?
Balin: Well I'm not really sure it is a sword. More of a letter opener, really.
Elrond: Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks, and the setting sun with the last light of Durin's Day will shine upon the key-hole.
Bilbo: Durin's Day?
Gandalf: It is the start of the Dwarves' new year when the last Moon of Autumn and the first Sun of Winter appear in the sky together.
Thorin: This is ill news. Summer is passing, Durin's Day will soon be upon us.
Balin: We still have time.
Bilbo: Time for what?
Balin: To find the entrance. We have to be standing in exactly the right spot, at exactly the right time. Then... and only then can the door be opened.
Elrond: So this is your purpose? To enter the mountain?
Thorin: What of it?
Elrond: There are some who would not deem it wise.
Gandalf: Who do you mean?
Elrond: You are not the only guardian to stand watch over Middle-earth.
Galadriel: The dragon has long been on your mind.
Gandalf: This is true, my lady. Smaug owes allegiance to no one, but if he should side with the Enemy. A dragon could be used to terrible effect.
Saruman the White: What enemy? Gandalf, the Enemy is defeated. Sauron is vanquished. He can never regain his full strength.
Elrond: Gandalf. For four-hundred years, we have lived in peace, a hard-won, Watchful Peace.
Gandalf: Are we- are we at peace? Trolls have come down from the mountains, they are raiding villages, destroying farms. Orcs have attacked us on the road!
Elrond: Hardly a prelude to war.
Saruman: Always you must meddle, looking for trouble when none exist.
Galadriel: Let him speak.
Gandalf: There is something at work beyond the evil of Smaug. Something far more powerful. We could remain blind to it but it will not be ignoring us, that I can promise you. A sickness lies over the Greenwood. The Woodsmen who live there now call it Mirkwood and, uh, they say...
Saruman: Well, don't stop now. Tell us what the Woodsmen say.
Gandalf: They speak of a Necromancer living in Dol Guldur, a sorcerer who could summon the dead.
Saruman: That's absurd. No such power exists in this world. This Necromancer is nothing more than a mortal man. A conjurer dabbling in black magic.
Gandalf: And so I thought too, but Radagast had seen...
Saruman: Radagast? Do not speak to me of Radagast the Brown. He is a foolish fellow.
Gandalf: Well, he's odd, I'll grant you. He lives a solitary life...
Saruman: It's not that. It's his excessive consumption of mushrooms! They've addled his brain and yellowed his teeth!
Galadriel: You carry something. It came to you from Radagast. He found it in Dol Guldur.
Gandalf: Yes.
Galadriel: Show me.
Elrond: What is that?
Galadriel: A relic... of Mordor.
Elrond: A Morgul-blade!
Galadriel: Made for the Witch-king of Angmar and buried with him. When Angmar fell, the Men of the North took his body and all that he possessed and sealed it within the High Fells of Rhudaur. Deep within the rock, they buried him. In a tomb so dark... it would never come to light.
Elrond: This is not possible. A powerful spell lies upon those tombs, they cannot be opened.
Saruman: What proof do we have this weapon came from Angmar's grave?
Gandalf: I have none.
Saruman: Because there is none! Let us examine what we know: A single Orc pack has dared to cross the Bruinen, a dagger from a bygone age has been found and a human sorcerer who calls himself the Necromancer has taken up residence in a ruined fortress. It's not so very much. After all, the question of this Dwarvish company, however, troubles me deeply. I'm not convinced, Gandalf. I do not feel I can condone such a quest. If they had come to me, I might have spared them from this disappointment...
Galadriel: They are leaving.
Gandalf: Yes.
Galadriel: You knew.
Galadriel: Mithrandir, why the halfling?
Gandalf: I don't know. Saruman believes it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. I've found it is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay... small acts of kindness, and love. Why Bilbo Baggins? Perhaps it is because I am afraid... and he gives me courage.
Galadriel: [her hands surround his ones] Do not be afraid, Mithrandir. You are not alone. If you ever need aid, I will come.
Great Goblin: What are you doing in these parts? Speak! [the dwarves remain silent] Very well. If they will not talk, we'll make them squawk! Bring out the Mangler! Bring out the Bone Breaker! Start with the youngest! [points at Fili]
Thorin: Wait! [steps forward]
Great Goblin: Well, well, well! Look who it is. Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór! King Under the Mountain. [bows] Oh! But I'm forgetting you don't have a mountain. And you're not a king, which makes you... nobody really. I know someone who will pay a pretty price for your head. Just a head, nothing attached. Perhaps you know of whom I speak. An old enemy of yours. A pale orc a stride a white warg.
Thorin: Azog the Defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago!
Great Goblin: So you think his defiling days are done, do you? [laughs] Send word to the pale orc. Tell him I have found his prize.
Gollum: Bless us and splash us, precious! That's a meaty mouthful! [Bilbo points his sword at Gollum's throat, Gollum notices the blade] Gollum! Gollum!
Bilbo: Back! Stay back. I'm... warning you. Don't come any closer.
Sméagol: It's got an elfish blade.
Gollum: But it's not a elfs
Sméagol: Not an elfs, no. What is it, precious? What is it?
Bilbo: My name is... Bilbo Baggins!
Sméagol: [confused] Bagginses? What is a Bagginses, precious?
Bilbo: I'm a hobbit from the Shire.
Sméagol: Oh! We like goblinses, batses, and fishes, but we hasn't tried hobbitses before!
Gollum: Is it soft? Is it juicy?
Bilbo: [swings his sword] Now... Now, keep... keep... keep your distance! I'll use this if I have to! [Gollum screams] I don't want any trouble! Do you understand!? Just show me the way to get out of here and I'll be on my way!
Gollum: Why? Is it lost?
Bilbo: Yes. Yes, and I want to get unlost as soon as possible.
Sméagol: Oh! We knows! We knows safe paths for hobbitses! Safe paths in the dark-
Gollum: Shut up!
Bilbo: I didn't say anything.
Gollum: Wasn't talking to you!
Sméagol: Well, yes, we was, precious. We was.
Bilbo: I-I don’t know what your game is, but I...
Sméagol: [excited] Games! Oh, we loves games! Doesn’t we, precious? Does it like games? Does it, does it, does it like to play?
Bilbo: Maybe.
Sméagol: What has roots as nobody sees, Is taller than trees. Up, up, up it goes, And yet never grows?
Bilbo: The mountain.
Sméagol: Yes! Yes! Oh, let's have another one, huh? Yes, go, do it again! Do it, do it again! Ask us!
Gollum: No! No more riddles! Finish him off! Finish him now! Gollum! Gollum!
Bilbo: No, no, no, no. I-I want to play. I do. I want to play. I can see you are very good at this. So, why don't we have a game of riddles? Yes, just-just-just you and me.
Sméagol: Yes. Just-just-just us.
Bilbo: Yes, yes, and if I win, you show me the way out, yes?
Sméagol: Yes, yes!
Gollum: And if it loses, what then?
Sméagol: Well, if it loses, precious, then we eats it! [to Bilbo] If Baggins loses, we eats it whole.
Bilbo: [Long pause] Fair enough.
Bilbo: Thirty white horses on a red hill.

First they champ, then they stamp, Then they stand still.

[Pause]
Sméagol: Teef? Teef! [Laughs] Oh, yes, my precious! But we... we only have...
Gollum: Nine. [Shows his teeth] Our turn.

Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.

Bilbo Baggins: Just a minute.
Sméagol: Oh! Ooh! We knows! We knows!
Gollum: Shut up!
[Bilbo looks at the pond in the cave]
Bilbo: Wind. It's wind! Of course it is.
[Gollum snarls]
Gollum: Very clever, hobbitses. Very clever!
Bilbo: [pulls out his sword to prevent Gollum from attacking him]

A box without hinges, key, or lid, yet golden treasure inside is hid.

Sméagol: Uh, box. Uh, um, um... Box, a lid and a key...
Bilbo: Well?
Gollum: It's nasty.
Sméagol: Box... Lid and a key...
Bilbo Baggins: Do you give up?
Sméagol: Give us a chance, precious! Give us a chance! [strains his memory] Eggses! Eggses! Wet, crunchy little eggses, yes! Grandmother taught us to suck them, yes! Yes!
Gollum: We have one for you. All things it devours, birds, beasts, trees, flowers. Gnaws iron, bites steel, grinds hard stones to meal. Answer us.
Bilbo Baggins: [to himself, feeling around in his pocket] What have I got in my pocket?
Gollum: [believing Bilbo asked him a riddle] That's no fair. It's no fair! That's against the rules! No, ask us another one!
Bilbo Baggins: No. No, no, no. You said ask me a question. Well, that is my question; what have I got in my pocket?
Gollum: Three guesses, Precious. It must give us three. [holds up only two fingers]
Bilbo Baggins: Three guesses. Very well. Guess away.
Sméagol: Handses!
Bilbo Baggins: [shows Gollum his hand] Wrong. Guess again.
Sméagol: Fishbones, goblins' teeth, wet shells... Bat wings... Oh... KNIFE!
Gollum: Oh, shut up!
Bilbo Baggins: Wrong again. Last guess.
Sméagol: String!
Gollum: Or nothing.
Bilbo Baggins: Two guesses at once. Wrong both times. [Gollum tips over, falls, and starts crying] So... come then. I won the game; you promised to show me the way out.
Gollum: Did we say so, Precious? Did we say so? [looks at Bilbo suspiciously] What has it got in its pocketses?
Bilbo Baggins: That's no concern of yours. You lost.
Gollum: Lost? Lost? Lost?! [reaches into his pocket for the Ring, but panics to find it missing]
Sméagol: Where is it? Where is it!? No! Where is it?! Nooooo! No! Lost! Curse us and splash us, my precious is lost!
Bilbo Baggins: [hides the Ring behind his back] What have you lost?
Sméagol: Mustn't ask us! Not its business! No! Gollum! Gollum!
Gandalf the Grey: What happened to him? Tell me!
Thorin Oakenshield: I'll tell you what happened! Master Baggins saw his chance and he took it. He's thought of nothing but his soft bed and his warm hearth since first he stepped out of his door! We will not be seeing our Hobbit again, he's long gone!
Bilbo Baggins: [emerges from hiding] No, he isn't.
[the company looks relieved]
Gandalf the Grey: Bilbo Baggins! I've never been so glad to see anyone in my life!
Kili: Bilbo! We'd given you up!
Fili: How on earth did you get past the goblins?
Dwalin: How indeed?
[Gandalf sees Bilbo slip the Ring into his pocket]
Gandalf the Grey: Well, what does it matter? He's back.
Thorin Oakenshield: It matters. I want to know, why did you come back?
Bilbo Baggins: I know you doubt me and I know you always have. And you're right, I often think of Bag End. I miss my books and my armchair and my garden. You see, that's where I belong. That's home. And that's why I came back, because you don't have one. A home. It was taken from you, but I will help you take it back if I can.
[after narrowly escaping Azog in which Bilbo saved Thorin's life]
Thorin Oakenshield: You! What were you doing?! You nearly got yourself killed! Did I not say you would be a burden?! That you would not survive in the wild! And you had no place amongst us?! I have never been so wrong in all my life! [embraces Bilbo] I am sorry I doubted you.
Bilbo Baggins: I would have doubted me too. I'm not a hero, or a warrior, not even a burglar.

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  • From the smallest beginnings come the greatest legends.

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