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Why do you come to the gates of the King under the Mountain armed for war?

Why does the King under the Mountain fence himself in like a robber in his hold?

Perhaps it is because I am expecting to be robbed.

My lord, we have not come to rob you but to seek fair settlement.

They are taking us for fools. It is a ruse. A filthy lie. The Arkenstone is in this mountain! It is a trick!

It's no trick. The stone is real. I gave it to them.

You?

I took it as my fourteenth share.

You would steal from me?

Steal from you? No. No, I may be a burglar, but I like to think I'm an honest one.

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.

Where did you get this?

It was given to me.

Not just a thief, but a liar as well.

[to Bilbo] You have good manners for a thief and a liar!

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 witless worm!

You!

I'm taking back what you stole.

You will take nothing from me, dwarf. I laid low your warriors of old. I instilled terror in the hearts of men. I am King Under the Mountain.

This is not your kingdom! These are dwarf lands. This is dwarf gold! And we will have our revenge!

I did not come to steal from you, O Smaug the Unassessably Wealthy. I merely wanted to gaze upon your magnificence, to see if you really were as great as the old tales say. I did not believe them.

And do you, now?

Truly, tales and songs fall utterly short of your enormity, O Smaug the Stupendous...

Do you think flattery will keep you alive?

No, no...

No, indeed!

There is something about you. Something you carry, something made of gold... but far more precious. There you are, Thief in the Shadows!

I've never stolen a thing in my life.

Lost! Curse us and splash us! My precious is lost!

What have you lost?

Mustn't ask us! Not its business! Noooo... Gollum! Gollum! What has it got in its nasty little pocketses? He stole it. He stole it!

I am sorry I doubted you.

No, I would have doubted me too. I'm not a hero, or a warrior... Not even a burglar.

I want to know. Why did you come back?

Look, I know you doubt me, 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. See, that's where I belong. That's home. That's why I came back, 'cause you don't have one. A home. It was taken from you. But I will help you take it back if I can.

Cruel men hurts us. Master tricksed us.

Of course he did. I told you he was tricksy. I told you he was false.

Master is our friend... our friend.

Master betrayed us.

No, not it's business. Leave us alone.

Filthy little hobbites. They stole it from us.

No... No.

What did they steal?

My Precious.

I think you've had that ring quite long enough.

You want it for yourself!

Bilbo Baggings! Do not take me for some conjuror of cheap tricks! I am not trying to rob you. I'm trying to help you.