Character: Thorin Oakenshield

The worst argument you brought last, but still rests on him.

- Rich trophy you will bring to the Shire..
- Well, once he grows up, and looking on it, I will remember. About everything: bad and good, that I was lucky enough to return home.

We were forced to exchange his birthright for blankets and food. We paid their future for their freedom.

- You're so vain. Bad luck.
I don't believe in omens. We do make our luck.

I hope you don't go on until dinner? asked Bilbo politely to her most nenastoychiv tone.
- In any case! - said Thorin. - We and after dinner, don't go.

Yes. And I sent him to iscachecurrent! Him and all his relatives.

Loyalty, honor and a warm heart - I dare not ask.

We will come through the misty mountains ridge
In the cave there is not bresset light.
The winds were moaning in the dark of night,
Whispering in the branches all about her.
Crimson splash we were carrying the end, flared the fires.

- You! Where are you going? You could have been killed. I said that you're a burden? You will not survive in the campaign? You have no place among us? I've never been so wrong in my life! I'm sorry I doubted you.
- No, I would have doubted me too. I'm not a hero and not a warrior. I'm not even a thief.

Why did you come back?
Are you doubting me, I know. And always doubted. You're right, I often think of home. I miss the books. In my armchair and garden. Yes, my place is there. This is my home. So I came back, because you don't have it. Home. He was taken from you. And I will help you to get it back.

- What weapons do you prefer? Sword? Axe?
Well, I have some skill at conkers, if you must know.