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You think you can deceive me, Barrel-Rider? You have come from Lake Town! This is some sordid scheme hatched between these filthy dwarves and those miserable tub-trading Lakemen, those snivelling cowards with their Longbows and Black Arrows! Perhaps it is time I paid them a visit!

Oh, no... This isn't their fault! Wait! You cannot go to Lake Town!

You care about them, do you? Good! Then you can watch them die!

And what's that above it?

The Arkenstone.

And what is it?

That, Master Burglar, is why you are here.

You are being used, Thief in the Shadows. You were only ever a means to an end. The coward Oakenshield has weighed the value of your life and found it worth nothing...

No. No! You're lying!

And what about your little dwarf friends? Where are they hiding?

Dwarves... No. No dwarves here. You've got that all wrong.

Oh, I don't think so, Barrel-Rider! They sent you in here to do their dirty work, while they skulk about outside!

Truly, you are mistaken, O Smaug Chiefest and Greatest of All Calamities...

You have nice manners for a thief, and a liar!

You shouldn't have done that. It's bad luck.

I don't believe in luck. We make our own luck.

You're alive!

Not for much longer.

If I am not mistaken, this is the Halfing who stole the keys to my dungeons from under the nose of my guards.

Yes. Sorry about that.

You'll never make it!

Why not?

Because they will see you coming and kill you!

No, they won't. They won't see me.

It's out of the question! I won't allow it!

I'm not asking you to allow it, Gandalf.

I'll slip quietly away. Will you tell the others I said goodbye?

You can tell them yourself.

If you are ever passing Bag End, tea is at four. There's plenty of it. You are welcome anytime. Don't bother knocking!

I am so sorry... that I have led you to such peril...

No! I am glad to have shared in your perils, Thorin. Each and every one of them. It is far more than any Baggins deserves!

You are changed, Thorin! The Dwarf I met in Bag End would never have gone back on his word! Would never have doubted the loyalty of his kin!

What is that in your hand?

It's nothing.

Show me!

[Bilbo opens his hand, revealing an acorn]

I picked it up in Beorn's garden.

You've carried it all this way?

I'm gonna plant it in my garden, in Bag End.

It's a poor prize to take back to the Shire.

One day it'll grow. And every time I look at it, I'll remember. Remember everything that happened: the good, the bad... and how lucky I am that I made it home.

The King's Jewel...

And worth a King's ransom... how is this yours to give?

I took it as my one-fourteenth share of the treasure.

Why would you do this? You owe us no loyalty.

I'm not doing it for you. I know that dwarves can be obstinate and pigheaded and difficult. They're suspicious and secretive, with the worst manners imaginable. But they are also brave and kind, and loyal to a fault. I've grown very fond of them, and I would save them if I can.

I have been blind... but now I begin to see. I am betrayed!

Betrayed?

The Arkenstone. One of them has taken it. One of them is false.

Thorin... the quest is fulfilled. You've won the mountain. Is that not enough?

Betrayed by my own kin...

You made a promise to the people of Laketown. Now, is this treasure truly worth more than your honor? Our honor, Thorin, I was also there. I gave my word.

For that, I am grateful. It was nobly done. But the treasure in this mountain does not belong to the people of Laketown. This gold is ours. And ours alone. By my life, I will not part with a single coin. Not one piece of it.