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Gandalf: [as the Dwarves chant] There is a magic in that music. Bilbo: And it moves through me. Gandalf: You feel the love of beautiful things. Bilbo: To go and see the great mountainsǃ To hear the pine trees and waterfallsǃ Gandalf: To wear a sword instead of a walking stick. Bilbo: Just once...

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Thorin Oakenshield: Gandalf, dwarves, and Burglar Baggins... Bilbo: What is this "burglar" business? Gandalf the Gray: If you prefer, you can say "expert treasure hunter". Bilbo: Well, yes, I do prefer that. Thorin: We are met tonight in the house of our friend, this most excellent hobbit. May the hair on his toes never fall out. Dwarves: Hear, hear! Thorin: We shall soon start on our long journey. Our object is, I take it, well-known to us? All of us? Bilbo: It is not well-known to me. Thorin: Really? Then we must inform our burglar. We seek a treasure, that which is rightfully ours. Far off in the East, beyond the Misty Mountains and the dark Forest of Mirkwood, there you will find... Lonely Mountain. Long ago, this was the home of my people and was ruled by my grandfather: King Under the Mountain. Gandalf: The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, while hammers fell like ringing bells, in places deep, where dark things sleep, in hollow halls beneath the fells. Goblets they carved ther

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Thorin: We'll keep these. Deucedly fine blades, considering they were made by trolls. Gandalf: They don't seem like troll blades to me. Probably stolen. See these strange runes? Bilbo: Whatever are runes? Thorin: Ancient writing. Mine has them too. [to Gandalf] Can you make them out? Gandalf: I am not familiar with these letters. Thorin: Well, whoever made them, we've got them now. [to the Dwarves] Cover up the treasure, men. We'll fetch it on our return. Bilbo: [slashing a sword around at the air] Take that, Smaug! You filthy worm! Gandalf: I see you've also claimed a sword. Bilbo: Yes. Just a dagger, actually. But for one of my size, it suffices. Thorin: Hurry, men! We must be on our way. Gandalf: Hold. Thorin: Hold? Gandalf: It is time for you to have this. Thorin: And what may that be? Gandalf: This is a map of Lonely Mountain, presented to me 100 years ago by your father. Thorin: What? Why did it not come to me, the rightful heir? Gandalf: I've chosen my own time to hand it over.

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Gandalf: Behold, at last. Rivendell! The hidden valley of the elves, where Elrond dwells. Bilbo: Simply enchanting. Gandalf: But we must be on. Bilbo: Pity. Elvish singing is not a thing to miss in June under the stars. But...

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Gandalf: My dear Elrond, your hospitality is magnificent. The food, the vine, the stories, the music. Thorin: Yes, but we've much to accomplish. You promised to have a look at these troll swords after our feast. Elrond: Yes, yes, of course. The first of all, they're not troll-make. They must have been stolen. They were made for the goblin-wars. This sword, Thorin, the runes name Orcrist, the Goblin-cleaver. Gandalf: And mine? Elrond: Glamdring, the Foe-hammer. Keep them well. Thorin: I will keep this in honour. Elrond: Now show me your map. Bilbo: I have it here. [gives Elrond the map] Elrond: Something's strange. Let's see. Yes, indeed! There are moon-letters here! See? Bilbo: What are moon-letters? Elrond: Runes that can only be seen when the moon shines behind them. They give directions for finding the secret door. "Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks, and the last light of the setting sun will shine upon the keyhole."

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Great Goblin: Who are these miserable persons? Thorin: Thorin, at your service. We did not mean to trespass. We were merely seeking shelter from the storm. Goblin: He is a liar, O Truly Tremendous One. Ask him to explain his weapon! [draws Thorin's sword and holds it up] This sword is named Orcrist, the Goblin Cleaver! Great Goblin: [enraged] Murderers! Elf friends! Gandalf: STOP! Great Goblin: [terrified] I know that sword! It is called Glamdring, the Foe Hammer! NOOOO!! Bilbo: It's Gandalf! Good old Gandalf! Gandalf: Follow me! Quickly! Through here! Follow me!

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Bilbo: Perhaps you know the way out? Gollum: Yes, gollum. But perhaps we sits here and chats with it a bitsy, my precious. It likes riddles? Bilbo: Do I like riddles? Well, yes, after a fashion. Gollum: It must have a competition with us. If precious asks and it doesn't answer... we eats it, my preciousǃ Bilbo: Oh, I sayǃ Gollum: But if it asks, and we doesn't answer, we shows it the way outǃ Bilbo: [glum] It appears I have no choice.

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Gollum: My precious... we makes the first riddle. Voiceless, it cries. Wingless, flutters. Toothless, bites. Mouthless, mutters. Can it... guess... the answer? Bilbo: Half a moment. Gollum: Is it nice, my precious? Is it juicy? Gooey? Yucky? Is it scrumptious? Bilbo: If you please! [pause] Wind! Wind is the answer. Now, my turn. A box without hinges, key or lid. Yet golden treasure inside is hid. Gollum: Let us give us a chance, my precious. [pause] Eggs! Eggs, it is! Bilbo: Oh, bother! Gollum: Us now! Now us, my precious. Bilbo: [sarcastically] I'm a-quiver with anticipation. Gollum: Now... This thing, all things devours. Birds, beasts, trees, flowers. Gnaws iron, bites steel. Grinds hard stones to meal. Slays king, ruins town, and beats high mountain... downǃ Bilbo: Well, interesting. Yes, now, let me see. Gollum: What does it answer? What does it answer? Bilbo: Just a moment now! Gollum: My precious... will it taste delicious? It will! Bilbo: Give me some time. Gollum: What? What do

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Bilbo: You see, Gollum thought I knew the way out, and wished trying to head me off. I merely followed him to the exit. Thorin: We had to fight our way through the goblin guard. How is it they didn't see you? Bilbo: Oh, well, the art of burgling is really, you know, the art of being unobtrusive. Invisible, sort of speak. Gandalf: Your story, Bilbo, has the ring of truth. Yes, it rings true. You need say no more. We best get a move on. There are still goblins about. Bilbo: Oh bother. More mountains? Gandalf: No. Don't you see? [points to the distance with his staff] The sun is setting in the west, behind the mountains. We're on the other side to the edge of the Land Beyond.

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Smaug: Well, thief... I smell you, feel your air. I hear your breath. Come along. Help yourself. There's plenty, and to spare. Bilbo: Thank you, oh, Smaug the Magnificent. I did not come for presents. I only wish to have a look at you... and see if you are truly as great as tales say. I did not believe them. Smaug: Do you now? Bilbo: They fall utterly short of reality, O Smaug the Chiefest and Greatest of Calamities! Smaug: You have nice manners, for a thief... and a liar. You know me, but I don't remember smelling you before. Who are you and where do you come from? Bilbo: I come from under the hill. And under the hill and over the hills my paths led. And through the air. I am he that walks unseen. Smaug: You make riddles? What is your name? Bilbo: I am the lucky number, the web-cutter, the spider-stinger... Smaug: Lovely titles. Bilbo: I am he that drowns his friends and draws them alive again from the water. I am the guest of eagles, the ring-winner and luck-wearer... ...the clue-fin

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Bilbo: [dressed in armor] This is deucedly uncomfortable. I'm certain to get a rash! Thorin: That armor was forged in the foundaries of my grandfather. Wear it proudly, and it will carry you to victory! Bilbo: Confusticate and be-bother victory! I hope only to be taken prisoner as quickly as possible! Thorin: Those are the words of a coward! Bilbo: The coward who flushed out Smaug? The coward who saved you time and time again? The coward who always went forward while you cringed behind? Thorin: You don't see us cringing now, do you? Bilbo: This is madness! Fourteen against ten thousand, and yet you march off to certain destruction as merrily as if you were on your way to another tea party! Thorin: Your kind will never understand war, hobbit. This is war! Warǃ

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Gandalf: [Bilbo and Gandalf enter Thorin's tent. Thorin lies dying] I have brought him. Thorin: Farewell. good thief. I wish to part in friendship, and would take back my words at the gate. Bilbo: There were many words I would take back, also. Thorin: And does it take this to make us to see each other? Bilbo: Thorin... Thorin: Hush. You are no coward, my friend. I am sorry I so named you. Bilbo: This is not important... Thorin: I was wrong. You did understand war. It was I who did not... until now. Bilbo: Farewell, King Under the Mountain. Thorin: Child of the kindly West, I have come to know, if more of us valued your ways - food and cheer above hoarded gold - it would be a merrier world. But sad or merry, I must leave it now. Farewell. [dies] Bilbo Baggins: [tearfully] Farewell, Thorin.

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Gandalf: You take only two tiny bags of gold home with you? Your share was greater. Bilbo: It's all my pony could carry, and it's more than I'll ever need. Gandalf: But you have other prizes. Bilbo: The ring? Oh, yes. I'll keep it as a souvenir, in a glass box on the mantel. Gandalf: And so, the prophecies of old have come true. Smaug is gone and the goblins driven away. The Dwarves and Elves live in peace, and the Men thrive, multiply and build a civilization. Bilbo: Prophecies! Gandalf: What? Bilbo: I had a hand in all that! Gandalf: Surely you don't disbelieve the prophecies because you helped bring them about? You don't really suppose, do you, that all your adventures and escapes were managed by mere luck, just for your sole benefit? You're a very fine person, Mr. Baggins, and I'm very fond of you. But you are only quite a little fellow in a wide world, after all. Bilbo: Thank goodness! Gandalf: Yes, you will return to your home. Place your souvenir ring on your mantel. Publish you