|Richard Armitage as Thorin Oakenshield with Orcrist the elven sword|
"the poorest of us had money to spend and to lend, and leisure to make beautiful things just for the fun of it"
out he was dragged by the dragon Smaug in a manner least to say outrageous, and then left to accept a life of humiliation seeing his grandfather Thror the great King turn into a commoner and the rest of his nation scattered in the land working hard to keep a decent life, after that his grandfather gets killed by Azog the goblin in the mines of Moria and to top it all his father leaves one day and never comes back only for him to know a hundred years later that he died in a state of madness in the dungeons of the necromancer, such a sad sad life story.
"The dwarves rushed out of their great gate; but there was the dragon waiting for them. Non escaped that way."
Thorin indeed was very haughty, and said nothing about service; but poor Mr. Baggins said he was sorry so many times, that at last he grunted “pray don’t mention it,” and stopped frowning.
"Thorin son of Thrain son of Thror King under the Mountain!” said the dwarf in a loud voice, and he looked it, in spite of his torn clothes and draggled hood. The gold gleamed on his neck and waist: his eyes were dark and deep. “I have come back.”
“We knew it would be a desperate venture,” Said Thorin, “and we know that still…As for your share Mr. Baggins, I assure you we are more than grateful and you shall choose your own fourteenth…I’m sorry you are worried about transport, and I admit the difficulties are great…but we will do whatever we can for you, and take our share of the cost when the time comes. Believe me or not as you like!”
“I will keep this sword in honor…may it soon cleave goblins once again!”
‘To me! To me! Elves and Men! To me! O my kinsfolk’