Het moet niet altijd hard of troestig zijn in mijn blogs, dus deel ik nu even een van mijn favoriete scenes uit the hobbit 'The battle of the five armies' of toch allesinds de quotes ^^


[inside a tent in Dale]
Gandalf: [to Bard] You, bowman. [Bard turns around] Do you agree with this? Is gold so important to you? Would you buy it with the blood of dwarves?
Bard: It will not come to that. This is a fight they cannot win.
Bilbo: [enters the tent] That won't stop them! You think the dwarves will surrender? They won't. They will fight to the death to defend their own.
Gandalf: [in surprise and relief] Bilbo Baggins! [Bilbo smiles at Gandalf]
Thranduil: [sees Bilbo] If I am not mistaken, this is the Halfling who stole the keys to my dungeons from under the nose of my guards.
Bilbo: [pauses, then speaks just audibly] Yish... Sorry about that. [approaches the table in the middle of the tent with a bundle] I came to give you this. [opens the bundle, revealing the Arkenstone.]
Thranduil: [in awe] The Heart of the Mountain! The King's Jewel.
Bard: And worth a king's ransom. [looks at Bilbo] How is this yours to give?
Bilbo: I took it as my fourteenth share of the treasure. [Gandalf smiles at Bilbo]
Bard: Why would you do this? You owe us no loyalty.
Bilbo: I'm not doing it for you. [Thranduil and Bard look at him] I know that dwarves can be obstinate and pigheaded and difficult. And suspicious and secretive, with the worst manners you can possibly imagine; but they are also brave and kind...and loyal to a fault. I've grown very fond of them, and I would save them if I can. But Thorin values this stone above all else. In exchange for its return, I believe he will give you what you were owed. There will be no need for war


Bard: [to Thorin] Are we resolved then? The return of the Arkenstone for what was promised? [Thorin looks to a nearby hill expectantly, not responding.] Give us your answer. will you have peace or war?
Thorin: [after the raven arrives, signaling that Dwarves led by Dain are approaching] I will have war.
Gandalf: [sees the army] Ironfoot.

Bilbo: [referring to Dain] Gandalf, who is that? He doesn't look very happy.
Gandalf: He is Dain, Lord of the Iron Hills. Thorin's cousin.
Bilbo: Are they alike?
Gandalf: [sighs] I've always found Thorin the more reasonable of the two.

[Dain and his army from the Iron Hill have just arrived; Dain is riding a pig]
Dain: Good morning! How are we all? I have a wee proposition, if ye wouldn't mind giving me a few moments of yer time. Would ye consider... JUST SODDING OFF?! All of you! Right now!
Bard: Stand fast!
Gandalf: Come now, Lord Dain.
Dain: Gandalf the Grey. Tell this rabble to leave, or I'll water the ground with their blood!
Gandalf: There is no need for war between Dwarves, Men, and Elves. A legion of Orcs march on the Mountain. Stand your army down.
Dain: I will not stand down before any Elf. [looks at Thranduil] Not least this faithless woodland sprite. He wishes nothing but ill upon my people! If he chooses to stand between me and my kin, I'll split his pretty head open! See if he's still smirking then! [the Dwarves cheer]
Thranduil: [mockingly] He's clearly mad. Like his cousin.
Dain: [to his army] You hear that, lads? We're on! Let's give these bastards a good hammering!

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