The HOBBIT: Episode 3 (An Unexpected Party) . This is the third, and so far the longest, episode of The HOBBIT. This time the picture quality is better. Some of the photos are different, because they show scenes, which play in the past. Hope you enjoy!
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Thorin sat at the head of the party with Gandalf and his twelf companions all round...
...And Bilbo sat on a stool at the fireside, trying to look as if this was all perectly ordinary and not in the least an adventure.
The dwarves ate and ate and talked and talked and time got on.
"I suppose you will all stay to supper?" said Bilbo in his politest unpressing tones.
"Of course!" said Thorin. "And after. We shan't get through the business till late."
"Gandalf, dwarves and Mr. Baggins! We met together in the house of our friend and fellow conspirator, this most excellent and audacious hobbit, to discuss our plans, our ways, means, policy and devices.
We shall soon before break of the day start on our long journey, a journey from which some of us may never return..."
"May never return ?!" Bilbo couldn't bear it any longer. He began to feel a shriek coming up inside, and very soon it burst out like the whistle of an engine coming out of a tunnel.
Then he fell flat on the floor and all the dwarves sprang up, knocking over the table.
"Humph", said Gloin. "Will he do, do you think? In fact, if it had not been for the sign on the door, I should have been sure we had come to the wrong house. As soon as I clapped my eyes on the little fellow hobbing and puffing on the mat, I had my doubts. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar!"
"Pardon me" said Bilbo, "If I have overheard words that you were saying, but did you say 'burglar'"?
"Yes, there is a mark on this door: 'Burglar wants a good job, plenty of Excitment and reasonable reward'. That's how it is usually read. You can say 'Expert Treasure-hunter' instead, if you like. It's all the same to us.
Gandalf told us that there was a man of the sort in these parts looking for a Job at once, and that he had arranged a meeting here this Wednesday tea-time."
"Of course there is a mark" said Gandalf. "I put it there myself. For very good reasons. You asked me to find the fourteenth man for your expedition, and I chose Mr. Baggins.
If I say he is a Burglar, a Burglar he is. There is a lot more in him than you guess and a deal more than he has any idea of himself."
"But now let's have a little light on this!"
"Looks interesting. What is it?" asked Kili.
"This is a plan of the Mountain, made by your Grandfather, Thorin."
"I don't see that this will help us much," said Thorin disappointedly after a glance. "I remember the Mountain well enough and the lands about it. And I know where Mirkwood is, and the Withered Heath, where the great dragons bred."
"There is a dragon marked in red on the Mountain," said Balin, "but it will be easy enough to find him without that, if we ever arrive."
"There is one point that you haven't noticed," said the wizard, "and that is the secret entrance. You see that rune on the wset side, and the hand pointing to it from the other runes? That marks the hidden passage to the Lower Halls."
"It may have been secret once," said Thorin, "but how do we know that it is secret any longer? Old Smaug has lived there long enough now to find out anything there is to know about those caves."
"He may - but he can't have used it for years and years, because it's too small. 'Five Feet high the door and three may walk abreast' say the runes, but Smaug could not creep into a hole that size not even when he was a young dragon."
"How could such a large door be kept secret from everybody outside ?" asked Bilbo. He was only a little hobbit you must remember.
"From what it says on the map I should guess there is a closed door which has been made to look exactly like the side the side of the Mountain."
"Also" went on Gandalf, "I forgot to mention that with the map went a key, a small and curious key. Keep it safe, Thorin!"
"Indeed I will" said Thorin. "Now I suppose the burglar-expert gives us some ideas or suggestions." He turned with mock-politness to Bilbo.
"First I would like to know a bit more about things", said he, feeling all confused and a bit shaky inside, "I mean about the gold and the dragon, and all that, and how it got there, and who it belongs to, and so on and further."
"O very well," said Thorin. "Long ago in my grandfather Thror's time our family was driven out of the far North, and came back with all their wealth and their tools to this Mountain on the map.
It had been discovered by my far ancestor, Thrain the Old, but now they mined and they tunnelled and they made huger halls and greater workshops - and in addition I believe they found a good deal of gold and great many jewels too.
Anyway they grew immensely rich and famous, and my grandfather was King under the Mountain again.
We treated with great reverence by the mortal men from Dale and those who lived to the South. So my grandfather's halls became full of armour and jewels and carvings and cups.
Undoubtely that was what brought the dragon. Dragons steal gold and jewels whenever they can find them; and they guard their plunder as long as they live (which is practically for ever, unless they are killed) and never enjoy a brass ring of it.
One day a most specially greedy, strong and wicked worm called Smaug came South. Some of the dwarves who happened to be outside (I was one luckily) saw the dragon settle on our mountain in spout of flame.
Then he reached the woods and they all went up in fire. By that the bells were ringing in Dale and the warriors were arming.
The dwarves rushed out of their great gate...
...but there was the dragon waiting for them. None escaped that way.
The river rushed up in steam and a fog fell on Dale, and in the fog the dragon came on them and destroyed most of the warriors. Dale was ruined.
Then he went back and crept in through the Front Gate and routed out all the halls, and lanes, and tunnels, alleys, cellars, mountains and passages. After that there were no dwarves left alive inside, and he took all their wealth for himself.
The few of us that were well outside were unexpectedly joined by my father and my grandfather.
When I asked them how they had got away, they told me to hold my tongue, and said that one day in the proper time I should know.
After that we went away, but we have never forgotten our stolen treasure and we still mean to get it back, and to bring our curses home to Smaug.
I see now that my father and my grandfather must have had a private side door which only they knew about.
But I should like to know how Gandalf got hold of this map and why it did not come down to me, the rightfull heir." "I did not 'get hold of it', I was given it," said the wizard.
"Your grandfather Thror was killed, you remember, in the mines of Moria by Azog the Goblin." "Curse his name, yes," said Thorin.
"And Thrain your father went away on the 21th of April, a hundred years ago last Thursday, and has never been seen by you since-"
"True,true", said Thorin. "Well, your father gave me this to give you. How he got there I don't know, but I found him a prisoner in the dungeons of the Necromancer."
"Whatever were you doing there?" asked Thorin with a shudder and all the dwarves shivered.
"Never you mind. I was finding things out, as usual; and a nasty dangorous business it was. Even I, Gandalf, only just escaped.
I tried to save your father, but it was too late. He was witless and wandering and had forgotten almost everything except the map and the key."
"We have long ago paid the goblins of Moria," said Thorin, "We must give a thought to the Necromancer!"
"Don't be absurd! He is an enemy far beyond the powers of all dwarves put together, if they could all be collected again from the four corners of the world."
"Hear, hear!" said Bilbo, and accidentally said it aloud.
"Hear what?" they all said turning towards him, and he was so flustered that he answered "Hear what I have got to say!"
"Well I should say that you ought to go East and have a look round. After all there is the side-door, and dragons must sleep sometimes, I suppose. If you sit on the door-step long enough, I daresay you will think of something.
And well, don't you know, I think we have talked long enough for one night. What about bed, and an early start and all that? I will give you a good breakfast before you go."
"Before we go, I suppose you mean," said Thorin "Aren't you the burglar? And isn't sitting on the door-step your job, not to speak of getting inside the door? But I agree about bed and breakfast."
After that the dwarves began to sing:
Far over the misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold.
Bilbo went to sleep with that in his ears and it gave him very uncomfortable dreams...
To be continued