Gyrth in yngyl bain?
Ennorner gwanod in yngyl na nyryn.
Echannen i vegil hen vin Gondolin.
Magannen nan Gelydh.
Holo in ennyn!
I Nogoth… amman e t?r gin? Tauriel?
E orchal be Nogoth…
Orchal eb vui…
mal uvanui en.
Holo in ennyn!
ú-no hono. Ho hebo cuin.
Holo in ennyn!
Tiro i defnin hain na ganed en-Aran!
Man os Tauriel?
Man os sen?
Edevín eb enedhor
na gû a megil.
Ingannen le Orch.
Cí Orch im,
Dandolo na nin!
Cí dadwenithon, ú-'ohenathon im.
-小心点 -抱歉 亲爱的
- Watch it! - Sorry, darling.
- Here you are. - Thank you.
Mind if I join you?
I'll have the same.
I should introduce myself. My name is Gandalf.
Gandalf the Grey.
I know who you are.
Well, now, this is a fine chance.
What brings Thorin Oakenshield to Bree?
I receive words
that my father have been seen wandering in the wilds near Dunland.
I went looking, found no sign of him.
You're like the others.
You think he is dead.
I was not at the Battle of Moria.
but I was.
No. I will fight with you.
Azog means to kill us all.
One by one, he will destroy the line of Durin.
But by mine's life, he shall not take my son.
You will stay here.
My father led a charge towards the Dimrill Gate.
He never returned.
"Thrain is gone, " they told me.
"He is one of the fallen."
But at the end of that battle, I searched amongst the slain.
To the last body.
My father was not among the dead.
Thorin, it's been a long time since anything
but rumor was heard of Thrain.
He still lives, I am sure of it.
The ring your grandfather wore,
one of the seven given the Dwarf-lords many years ago...
what became of it?
He gave it to my father before they went into battle.
So Thrain was wearing it when he...
when he went missing.
- That's that, then. - There you are.
I know my father came to see you before the Battle of Moria.
What did you say to him?
I urged him to march upon Erebor.
To rally the seven armies of dwarves.
To destroy the dragon and take back the Lonely Mountain.
And I would say the same to you, take back your homeland.
This is no chance meeting, is it, Gandalf?
It is not.
The Lonely Mountain troubles me, Thorin.
That dragon has sat there long enough.
Sooner or later, darker minds will turn towards Erebor.
I ran into some unsavory characters whilst travelling along Greenway.
They mistook me for a vagabond.
I imagine they regreted that.
One of them was carrying a message.
It is Black Speech.
- A promised of a payment. - For what?
Someone wants you dead.
Thorin, you could wait no longer,
you are the heir to the throne of Durin.
Unite the armies of the Dwarves.
Together you have the might and power to retake Erebor.
Summon a meeting of the seven Dwarf families,
demand they stand by their oath.
The Seven Armies sworn an oath to the one
who wields the King's Jewel, the Arkenstone.
It is the only thing that will unite them,
and in case you have forgotten, that jewel was stolen by Smaug.
What if I were to help you reclaim it?
How? The Arkenstone lies half a world away,
buried beneath the feet of a fire-breathing dragon.
Yes, it does.
Which is why we're going to need a burglar.
- How close is the pack? - Too close.
Couple of leagues, no more.
But that's not the worst of it.
Have the wargs picked up our scent?
Not yet but they will do.
We have another problem.
Did they see you?
-看见了你吗 -不 不是这个
- They saw you? - No. That's not it.
What did I tell you? Quiet as a mouse.
Excellent burglar material.
Would you listen? Will you just listen?
I'm trying to tell you there is something else out there.
What form did it take, like a bear?
对 但更大 大得多
Yes, but bigger, much bigger.