The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey quotes

View Quote [While looking through a troll hoard, Gandalf and Thorin come across two swords of exceptionally fine craftsmanship.]
Thorin: These swords were not made by any troll.
Gandalf: Nor were they made by any smith among men. These were forged in Gondolin by the High Elves of the First Age.[Thorin sets aside the weapon.] You could not wish for a finer blade.

View Quote [While talking with Radagast, the company finds themselves beset by wargs]
Radagast: I'll draw them off!
Gandalf: These are Gundabad Wargs! They will outrun you.
Radgast: [confident] These are Rhosgobel rabbits! I'd like to see them try.

View Quote [Bilbo opens the door]
Fíli: Fíli.
Kíli: And Kíli.
Fíli and Kíli: [bowing] At your service.
Kíli: You must be Mr. Boggins!
Bilbo: Nope! You can't come in; you've come to the wrong house.
[Bilbo tries to shut the door, but Kíli pushes it open]
Kíli: [deflated] What? Has it been cancelled?
Fíli: No one told us.
Bilbo: Ca-? No, nothing's been cancelled.
Kíli: [smiles] That's a relief!
[They walk in as if they had been expected.]
Fíli: Careful with these. I just had 'em sharpened. [tosses Bilbo their blades]
Kíli: It's nice, this place. You do it yourself?
Bilbo: Well, no, it's been in the family for years- [Sees Kíli rubbing his shoes on the furniture] That's my mother's glory box! Could you please not do that?
Dwalin: Fíli, Kíli, come on. Give us a hand.
Kíli: [smiling at the sight of Dwalin] Mr. Dwalin.
[Dwalin leads Fíli and Kíli into the dining room.]
Balin: [about the table] Let's shove this in the hallway. Otherwise, we'll never get everyone in.
Bilbo: [surprised] He-- "Everyone"? How many more are there? [doorbell rings again, Bilbo is getting rather cross as he heads for the door.] Oh no. No, no. [louder, tossing the knives to the floor] There's nobody home! Go away and bother somebody else! There's far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is! I-i-if this is some... clot-head's idea of a joke... [chuckles sarcastically] ...I can only say. It is in very poor taste! [opens the door and eight dwarves (Dori, Nori, Ori, Óin, Glóin, Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur) fall down on top of each other. Gandalf stands behind looking at Bilbo.] [with an irritated look on his face] Gandalf.

View Quote [about the Key to the Hidden Door] From my grandfather to my father, this has come to me. They dreamt of the day the Dwarves of Erebor would reclaim their homeland. There is no choice, Balin. Not for me.

View Quote [Radagast fails to cure a sick hedgehog, despite trying numerous cures] I don't understand why it's not working! It's not as if it's witchcraft! [pauses] Witchcraft. Oh, but it is. A dark and powerful magic...

View Quote [showing Gandalf a Morgul blade he recovered from Dol Guldur] That is not from the world of the living.

View Quote [to the trolls, about cooking the dwarves] Well, have you smelled them? You're going to need something a lot stronger than sage before you plate this lot up.

View Quote Baggins! Thief! Curse it and crush it! We hates it FOREVER!!!

View Quote Enough! If I say Bilbo Baggins is a burglar, then a burglar he is!

View Quote Erebor, the Lonely Mountain. The last of the great Dwarf kingdoms of Middle-earth.

View Quote Gollum! Gollum!

View Quote I would take each and every one of these dwarves over an army from the Iron Hills.

View Quote I'm going on an adventure!

View Quote If we have read these signs, do you not think others will have read them too? Rumors have begun to spread. The dragon Smaug has not been seen for 60 years... Eyes look east to the mountain assessing, wondering, weighing the risk... Perhaps the vast wealth of our people now lies unprotected. Do we sit back while others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back Erebor?!

View Quote It began long ago in a land far away to the east, the like of which you will not find in the world today. There was the city of Dale, its markets known far and wide, full of the bounties of vine and vale, peaceful and prosperous. For this city lay before the doors of the greatest kingdom in Middle-earth; Erebor, stronghold of Thrór, King under the Mountain and mightiest of the Dwarf-lords. Thrór ruled with utter surety, never doubting his house would endure, for his line lay secure in the lives of his son and grandson. Ah, Frodo, Erebor! Built deep within the mountain itself, the beauty of this fortress city was legend. Its wealth lay in the earth, in precious gems hewn from rock and in great seams of gold running like rivers through stone. The skill of the Dwarves was unequaled, fashioning objects of great beauty out of diamond, emerald, ruby, and sapphire. Ever they delved deep, down into the dark and that is where they found it, the Heart of the Mountain! The Arkenstone. Thrór named it the King's Jewel. He took it as a sign, a sign that his right to rule was divine. All would pay homage to him, even the great Elven King, Thranduil. But the years of peace and plenty was not to last. Slowly, the days turned sour and the watchful nights closed in. Thrór's love of gold had grown too fierce. A sickness had begun to grow within him. It was a sickness of the mind. And where sickness thrives, bad things will follow. The first they heard was a noise like a hurricane coming down from the North; the pines on the mountain creaked and cracked in the hot, dry wind. He was a fire-drake from the North. Smaug had come! Such wanton death was dealt that day, for this city of Men was nothing to Smaug. His eye was set on another prize. For dragons covet gold with a dark and fierce desire. Erebor was lost - for a dragon will guard his plunder as long as he lives. Thranduil would not risk the lives of his kin against the wrath of the dragon. No help came from the Elves that day... or any day since. Robbed of their homeland, the Dwarves of Erebor wandered the wilderness. A once mighty people brought low. The young Dwarf prince took work where he could find it, laboring in the villages of Men. But always he remembered the mountain smoke beneath the moon, the trees like torches blazing bright, for he had seen dragon-fire in the sky and a city turned to ash. And he never forgave... and he never forgot.