— Where did you go to, if I may ask?
— To look ahead.
— What brought you back?
— Looking behind.
Loyalty, honor, a willing heart. I can ask no more than that.
— It... 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.
— I cannot guarantee his safety.
— Understood.
— Nor will I be responsible for his fate.
— 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. And that's why I came back. Because you don't have one. A home. It was taken from you. But I will help you take it back if I can.
— Did he offer you a deal?
— He did. I told him he could go ish kakhfe ai-'d dEIr-rugnu! Him and all his kin!
— What were you doing? You nearly got yourself killed! Did I not say that you would be a burden? That you would not survive in the Wild? That you had no place amongst us? I have never been so wrong in all my life. But I'm sorry I doubted you.
— No, I would have doubted me too. I'm not a hero or a warrior. Not even a burglar.
— My people offered you help. And in return, you brought upon them only ruin and death.
— When did Lake-town come to our aid but for the promise of rich reward?
— A bargain was struck!
— A bargain? What choice did we have but to barter our birthright for blankets and food? To ransom our future in exchange for our freedom? You call that a fair trade?
We are sons of Durin. And Durin's Folk do not flee from a fight!