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hwpIn a hole in the ground
there lived a hobbit.
Many ages ago, when this ancient
planet was not quite so ancient...
...long before man
recorded his history...
...there was the time of Middle Earth
when man shared his days...
...with elves, dwarves, wizards,
goblins, dragons and hobbits.
In the lands of Middle Earth,
in an area known as the Shire...
...there was a village named Hobbiton.
There, in a hole in the ground,
lived a hobbit.
Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole...
...nor a dry, bare, sandy hole.
It was a hobbit hole,
and that means comfort.
Bilbo Baggins?
- Im looking to hire a burglar.
- Burglar?
Youve come to the wrong place.
You mean you do not wish
to share a grand adventure?
Dear me, no.
We hobbits are plain, quiet folk.
Adventures make one late for dinner.
Enough! I am Gandalf.
And Gandalf means me!
- Gandalf? Not the wandering wizard?
- The same!
Listen.
Thorin and company, at your service.
Dwalin, Balin...
...lKili, Fili...
...Dori, Nori and Ori.
Oin, sir. And Gloin, sir.
Call him Bifur. And him Bofur.
And Bombur at your service.
We are all at your service.
What do these dwarves
want in Hobbiton?
They have come for tea,
and for supper...
...and for you, Burglar Baggins!
- Theres a magic in that music.
- And it moves through me.
- You feel the love of beautiful things.
- To go and see the great mountains...
...and hear the pine trees
and waterfalls.
To wear a sword
instead of a walking stick.
Just once.
Gandalf, dwarves, and Burglar Baggins...
What is this "burglar" business?
If you prefer, you can say
"expert treasure hunter."
Well, yes, I do prefer that.
We are met tonight in the house
of our friend...
...this most excellent hobbit.
May the hair on his toes
never fall out.
Hear, hear!
We shall soon start
on our long journey.
Our object is, I take it,
well-known to us?
All of us?
It is not well-known to me.
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.
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 there
for themselves
And harps of gold where no man delves
There lay they long
And many a song
Was sung unheard by man or elves
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought
And light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars
On crowns they hung
The dragon fire
In twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun
Undoubtedly, all this wealth
was what brought the dragon.
The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red
It flaming spread
The trees like torches
Blazed with light
And below us,
in the valley, lay Dale...
...a town of mortal men.
The bells were ringing in the Dale
The men looked up with faces pale
The dragons ire
More fierce than fire
Laid low their towers
And houses frail
The mountain smoked beneath the moon
The dwarves they heard
The tramp of doom
They fled their hall
To dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon
Curses to the dragon!
Curses to Smaug!
He killed our men and stole our gold!
Curses to the dragon Smaug!
Is this the adventure
youve planned for me?
To help you recapture the gold?
None other.
There are of you. Very unlucky.
Mr. Baggins will make it .
A splendid lucky number
youve found for us.
No arguments.
Let us have the contract.
"To Burglar Baggins:
Terms for your professional services.
One fourteenth of total profits.
Traveling expenses guaranteed.
Funeral expenses, if necessary.
Sincerely, Thorin and Company."
- "Funeral expenses"?
- Do you find the terms acceptable?
- Of course he does!
- But, but, but l...
And so tomorrow begins
your greatest adventure.
No hat, no stick, no pipe.
Not even a pocket handkerchief.
How can one survive?
- How did Gandalf get ahead of us?
- He comes and goes at will.
He is a wizard, you know.
Oh, bother burgling
and everything to do with it.
Always remember, Bilbo,
when your heart wants lifting...
...think of pleasant things.
Eggs and bacon. A good, full pipe.
My garden at twilight. Cakes...
Well camp here. Perhaps we can
find a dry patch to sleep on.
Our lookout has spied something.
Look. Trolls!
Miserable, no-good, robbing trolls!
Where the deuce is Gandalf?
Left us again. Just when a wizard
would have been most useful.
No matter. We have an
expert burglar with us.
- What have trolls to do with burgling?
- We could use some of their meat.
- Oh, I say!
- Burglar, do your burgling!
Blast! Nothing but mutton to eat!
How I long...
...for a bit of man-flesh!
Bacon and eggs. My fireplace.
Hot chestnuts.
- What the blazes?!
- Help! Let me down! Stop that!
What have we got here?
Lets cook him a
