Word will spread. Before long, every soul in Middle-Earth will know... the dragon is dead!
When Angmar fell, the Men of the North took his body and all that he possessed and sealed it within the High Fells of Rhudaur. Deep within the rock, they buried him. In a tomb so dark, it would never come to light.
Do you remember it Balin? Chambers filled with golden light.
The time of the Elves is over. Do we leave Middle-Earth to its fate? Do we let them stand alone?
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.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.
From my grandfather to my father, this has come to me. They dreamt of the day when the Dwarves of Erebor would reclaim their homeland. There is no choice Balin. Not for me.
I’m going to kill that piece of filth
Far over the misty mountains cold...
I did not come to steal from you, O Smaug the Unassessably Wealthy. I merely wanted to gaze upon your magnificence, to see if you really were as great as the old tales say.