Bilbo and company are forced to engage in a war against an array of combatants and keep the Lonely Mountain from falling into the hands of a rising darkness.
— 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.
— My Lord Legolas… I bring word from your Father. You are to return to him immediately.
— Come, Tauriel!
— My Lord… Tauriel is banished.
— Banished? You may tell my father... if there is no place for Tauriel, there is no place for me.
— Legolas. It is your king's command.
— Yes, he is my King… …but he does not command my heart.
You're a very fine person, Mr. Baggins. And I'm very fond of you. But you're only quite a little fellow... in a wide world after all.
— You will not turn away. Not this time.
— Get out of my way.
— The Dwarves will be slaughtered.
— Yes, they will die. Today... tomorrow... one year hence, a hundred years from now. What does it matter? They are mortal.
— You think your life is worth more than theirs, when there is no love in it? There is no love in you.
— 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?
