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"
Hail
Thorin
!
Why
do
you
fence
yourself
like
a
robber
in
his
hold
?
We
are
not
yet
foes
,
and
we
rejoice
that
you
are
alive
beyond
our
hope
.
We
came
expecting
to
find
none
living
here
;
yet
now
that
we
are
met
there
is
matter
for
a
parley
and
a
council
.
"
"
Who
are
you
,
and
of
what
would
you
parley
?
"
"
I
am
Bard
,
and
by
my
hand
was
the
dragon
slain
and
your
treasure
delivered
.
Is
that
not
a
matter
that
concerns
you
?
Moreover
I
am
by
right
descent
the
heir
of
Girion
of
Dale
,
and
in
your
hoard
is
mingled
much
of
the
wealth
of
his
halls
and
town
,
which
of
old
Smaug
stole
.
Is
not
that
a
matter
of
which
we
may
speak
?
Further
in
his
last
battle
Smaug
destroyed
the
dwellings
of
the
men
of
Esgaroth
,
and
I
am
yet
the
servant
of
their
Master
.
I
would
speak
for
him
and
ask
whether
you
have
no
thought
for
the
sorrow
and
misery
of
his
people
.
They
aided
you
in
your
distress
,
and
in
recompense
you
have
thus
far
brought
ruin
only
,
though
doubtless
undesigned
.
"
Now
these
were
fair
words
and
true
,
if
proudly
and
grimly
spoken
;
and
Bilbo
thought
that
Thorin
would
at
once
admit
what
justice
was
in
them
.
He
did
not
,
of
course
,
expect
that
any
one
would
remember
that
it
was
he
who
discovered
all
by
himself
the
dragon
's
weak
spot
;
and
that
was
just
as
well
,
for
no
one
ever
did
.
But
also
he
did
not
reckon
with
the
power
that
gold
has
upon
which
a
dragon
has
long
brooded
,
nor
with
dwarvish
hearts
.
Long
hours
in
the
past
days
Thorin
had
spent
in
the
treasury
,
and
the
lust
of
it
was
heavy
on
him
.
Though
he
had
hunted
chiefly
for
the
Arkenstone
,
yet
he
had
an
eye
for
many
another
wonderful
thing
that
was
lying
there
,
about
which
were
wound
old
memories
of
the
labours
and
the
sorrows
of
his
race
.
"
You
put
your
worst
cause
last
and
in
the
chief
place
,
"
Thorin
answered
.
"
To
the
treasure
of
my
people
no
man
has
a
claim
,
because
Smaug
who
stole
it
from
us
also
robbed
him
of
life
or
home
.
The
treasure
was
not
his
that
his
evil
deeds
should
be
amended
with
a
share
of
it
.
The
price
of
the
goods
and
the
assistance
that
we
received
of
the
Lake-men
we
will
fairly
pay-in
due
time
.
But
nothing
will
we
give
,
not
even
a
loaf
's
worth
,
under
threat
of
force
.
While
an
armed
host
lies
before
our
doors
,
we
look
on
you
as
foes
and
thieves
.
"
It
is
in
my
mind
to
ask
what
share
of
their
inheritance
you
would
have
paid
to
our
kindred
,
had
you
found
the
hoard
unguarded
and
us
slain
.
"
"
A
just
question
,
"
replied
Bard
.
"
But
you
are
not
dead
,
and
we
are
not
robbers
.
Moreover
the
wealthy
may
have
pity
beyond
right
on
the
needy
that
befriended
them
when
they
were
in
want
.
And
still
my
other
claims
remain
unanswered
.
"
"
I
will
not
parley
,
as
I
have
said
,
with
armed
men
at
my
gate
.
Nor
at
all
with
the
people
of
the
Elvenking
,
whom
I
remember
with
small
kindness
.
In
this
debate
they
have
no
place
.
Begone
now
ere
our
arrows
fly
!
And
if
you
would
speak
with
me
again
,
first
dismiss
the
elvish
host
to
the
woods
where
it
belongs
,
and
then
return
,
laying
down
your
arms
before
you
approach
the
threshold
.
"
"
The
Elvenking
is
my
friend
,
and
he
has
succoured
the
people
of
the
Lake
in
their
need
,
though
they
had
no
claim
but
friendship
on
him
,
"
answered
Bard
.
"
We
will
give
you
time
to
repent
your
words
.
Gather
your
wisdom
ere
we
return
!
"
Then
he
departed
and
went
back
to
the
camp
.
Ere
many
hours
were
past
,
the
banner-bearers
returned
,
and
trumpeters
stood
forth
and
blew
a
blast
:
"
In
the
name
of
Esgaroth
and
the
Forest
,
"
one
cried
,
"
we
speak
unto
Thorin
Thrain
's
son
Oakenshield
,
calling
himself
the
King
under
the
Mountain
,
and
we
bid
him
consider
well
the
claims
that
have
been
urged
,
or
be
declared
our
foe
.
At
the
least
he
shall
deliver
one
twelfth
portion
of
the
treasure
unto
Bard
,
as
the
dragon-slayer
,
and
as
the
heir
of
Girion
.
From
that
portion
Bard
will
himself
contribute
to
the
aid
of
Esgaroth
;
but
if
Thorin
would
have
the
friendship
and
honour
of
the
lands
about
,
as
his
sires
had
of
old
,
then
he
will
give
also
somewhat
of
his
own
for
the
comfort
of
the
men
of
the
Lake
.
"
Then
Thorin
seized
a
bow
of
horn
and
shot
an
arrow
at
the
speaker
It
smote
into
his
shield
and
stuck
there
quivering
.
