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[1977:]
INT. ARCHIVES;–– EVENING.
The first image is that of an open book, with a candle beside, to cast a dim light. As GANDALF'S VOICE narrates, a mist overcomes this image, and when it clears, we find our view travelling over mountains and into a flowery green meadow, and ultimately to Bag End: a house with a round green door and round windows, built into the side of a hill. The lighting changes from dim to bright.

GANDALF'S VOICE
(narrating)
In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit. Many ages ago, when this ancient planet was not quite so ancient; before Man recorded his history, it was the time of Middle-Earth, when Man shared his days with Elves, Dwarves, Wizards, Goblins, Dragons, and;–– Hobbits. In the lands of Middle-Earth, in an area known as the Shire, was a village named Hobbiton, and there, in a hole in the ground, there lived a Hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole; nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole; it was a Hobbit-Hole, and that means;–– comfort.

INT. BAG END;–– DAY.
We confirm the narration: the interior of the house is well-furnished and very clean, with panelled walls and ornate framework. BILBO BAGGINS, our protagonist, is shown indoors, selecting a pipe and tobacco; he is a stout, comfortable-looking person with a broad smile. Once he has his pipe and tobacco, he steps outside, and blows smoke-rings over the horizon. CUT TO

2000s.
EXT. ON THE HILL;–– DAY.
Bilbo’s smoke-ring becomes a smoke moth, as GANDALF enters stage right: a tall man in a grey robe, with a faded-blue, conical, wide-brimmed hat on his head and a long staff in his hand. He has a long grey beard and sharp eyes, and a prominent nose. The moth flies into Bilbo’s face, and he looks up in surprise.

BILBO
(to Gandalf)
“Good morning.”

GANDALF
"What do you mean? Do you mean to wish me a good morning? or do you mean it is a good morning, whether I want it or not? Or, perhaps you mean to say you feel good on this particular morning? Or are you simply stating this is a morning to be good on?"

BILBO
“All of them at once, I suppose.”

[Gandalf looks disapproving]
[Bilbo:]
“Can I help you?”

[Gandalf:]
“That remains to be seen. I’m looking for someone to share in an adventure.”

[Bilbo:]
“An adventure? Now, I don’t imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in adventures. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. Make you late for dinner, hm-mm”.
[Bilbo gets up and checks his mailbox, grabbing some mail and sorting through it, clucking to himself. Puffing his pipe in vexation, he turns to his own door.]
BILBO
(in a dismissal):
“Good morning.”

GANDALF
“To think I should have lived to be good-morninged by Belladonna Took’s son, as if I were selling buttons at the door!”

BILBO
“Beg your pardon?”

GANDALF
“You’ve changed, and not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins.”

BILBO
“I’m sorry; do I know you?”

GANDALF
“Well, you know my name, although you don’t remember I belong to it. I’m Gandalf! And Gandalf means ... me.”

BILBO
“Gandalf? Not Gandalf, the wandering Wizard, who made such excellent fireworks! Old Took used to have them on Midsummer’s Eve. Ha, ha! Well. Hmm, I had no idea you were still in business.”

GANDALF
“And where else should I be?”

BILBO
“Ha, ha! Hm, hmm...”
[Puffs his pipe]

GANDALF
“Well, I’m pleased to find you remember something about me, even if it’s only my fireworks. Well that’s decided. It will be very good for you, and most amusing for me. I shall inform the others.”

BILBO
“Inform the who? What? No. No. No! Wait. We do not want any adventures here, thank you. Not today. I suggest you try over the Hill or across the Water. Good morning.”
Bilbo retreats into Bag End. Once inside, he bolts the door and leans against it. Hearing a GRINDING NOISE, he puts his ear to the door. The noise is of Gandalf drawing a symbol on Bilbo’s door with the ferrule of his staff. Bilbo looks out his side window, only to find Gandalf’s eye looking back at him. He jumps back in fright and hides behind a wall; he looks out another window and sees Gandalf hurrying away.
INT. BAG END;–– EVENING.
The interior is dimly lit, except around Bilbo. Bilbo settles at the table, tucks a napkin in his collar, and begins sprinkling salt on his fish. Unbeknownst to him, the symbol on the door glows, and the shadow of a person appears on the door. THE DOORBELL RINGS, and Bilbo, squeezing lemon juice on his fish, looks up in surprise. He opens the door. CUT TO

[1977:]
Bilbo finds THORIN OAKENSHIELD on his doorstep, with the other DWARVES (and Gandalf) behind him.
THORIN
Thorin & Company at your service (indicates each in turn; they raise their hands, as called upon): DWALIN, BALIN, KILI, FILI; DORI, NORI, and ORI; OIN, sir, and GLOIN, sir; call him BIFUR and him BOFUR.

BOMBUR
(interrupting)
And I, BOMBUR, at your service.

ALL DWARVES
We are all, at your service!

INT. BAG END–– EVENING.
The dwarves are seated around Bilbo's table, eating and drinking and singing.
ALL DWARVES
Chip the glasses and crack the plates;
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates,
So carefully, carefully, with the plates!
Blunt the knives and bend the forks!
Smash the bottles and burn the corks!
[2000s:]
Cut the cloth and tread on the fat!
Pour the milk on the pantry floor!
Leave the bones on the bedroom mat!
Splash the wine on every door!
Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl;
Pound them up with a thumping pole;
When you’ve finished, if any are whole,
Send them down the hall to roll!
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates,
So carefully, carefully, with the plates!
Bilbo waxes indignant, only to find all the dishes clean, and stacked neatly.

[1977:]
BILBO
(to Gandalf)
What do these dwarves want in Hobbiton?

GANDALF
They have come for tea; and for supper; and for you;–– Burglar Baggins.

A little later:
The dwarves are playing instruments, and singing.

ALL DWARVES
Far over the the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

GANDALF
There's a magic in that music.

BILBO
And it moves through me.

GANDALF
You feel the love of beautiful things?

BILBO
To go and see the great mountains, and hear the pine trees and waterfalls…

GANDALF
To wear a sword instead of a walking-stick.

BILBO
Just once.

The music falls silent, and THORIN stands and RAPS ON THE TABLE.

THORIN
Gandalf, dwarves, and Burglar Baggins...

BILBO
What is this "burglar" business?

GANDALF
If you prefer, you can say: "expert treasure-hunter".

BILBO
Well, yes; I do prefer that.

THORIN
We are met tonight, in the house of our friend, this most excellent hobbit. May the hair on his toes, never fall out.

ALL DWARVES
(raising their cups)
Hear, hear!

THORIN
We shall soon start on our long journey. Our object is, I take it, well-known to us? All of us?

BILBO
It is not well-known to me.

THORIN
Really? Then we must inform our burglar. We seek a treasure: that which is rightfully ours. Far off in the East, beyond the Misty Mountains and the dark Forest of Mirkwood, there you will find: Lonely Mountain.

Thorin's shadow on the wall becomes the Mountain in silhouette; then we see it clearly. As he speaks on, we move into the Mountain's interior, and see dwarves of all sizes and ages merrily speaking, buying, and selling in a great agora surrounding a fountain.

THORIN'S VOICE
Long ago, this was the home of my people, and was ruled by my grandfather: King Under the Mountain.

ALL DWARVES
(singing)
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells,
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

Images of dwarves mining, forging, and carving.

ALL DWARVES
(singing)
Goblets they carved there for themselves;
And harps of gold, where no man delves;
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by man or elves.

Images of dwarves presenting their works to an enthroned figure; and then, close-up of a bejewelled sword.

ALL DWARVES
(singing)
For ancient king and elvish lord,
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

Images of jewelled necklaces, crowns, diadems, et al.; finally engulphed in a whorl of fire.
ALL DWARVES
(singing)
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars; on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire; in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

EXT. THE FOOT OF THE MOUNTAIN–– DAY.
Young Thorin and Young Balin ride a donkey-cart across a stream, from stage right; then draw it to a halt.
THORIN'S VOICE
Undoubtedly, all this wealth was what brought the dragon.

A gust overtakes the trees on all sides; Smaug descends and sets them ablaze; the dwarves flee.

ALL DWARVES
(singing)
The pines were roaring on the height;
The winds were moaning in the night;
The fire was red; it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.

Thorin:
And below us, in the valley, lay Dale: a town of mortal men.

Image of the town, embraced by two 'arms' of the mountain.

 

ALL DWARVES
(singing)
The bells were ringing in the Dale;
And men looked up with faces pale.
The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire,
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
Image of the town afire.
ALL DWARVES
(singing)
The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall, to dying fall,
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Image of the gigantic Front Gate of the mountain; some dwarven warriors emerge, and are slain by Smaug's fires. This image gives way to one of Thorin's company, burnt and bedraggled, leaning on their weapons, en route down the mountainside.

ALL DWARVES
(singing)
Far over the misty mountains grim, To dungeons deep, and caverns dim, We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!

The mountain's silhouette resolves again into Thorin's shadow; and we turn thence, to Thorin himself.

Thorin:
Curses to the dragon! Curses to Smaug! He killed our men and stole our gold!

All Dwarves
(raising their cups):
Curses to the dragon Smaug!

Bilbo:
Is this the adventure you've planned for me? To help you recapture the gold?

Gandalf:
None other.

Bilbo shrinks; Gandalf comforts him.

GANDALF
(to Thorin)
There are 13 of you; very unlucky. Mr. Baggins will make it 14.

Bilbo shrinks into his chair.

THORIN
(sarcastic)
A splendid “lucky number” you've found for us!

[2000s:]
GANDALF
Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet. In fact, they can pass unseen by most, if they choose. And while the dragon is accustomed to the smell of dwarf, the scent of hobbit is all but unknown to him, which gives us a distinct advantage. You asked me to find the fourteenth member of this company, and I have chosen Mr. Baggins. There’s a lot more to him than appearances suggest, and he’s got a great deal more to offer than any of you know, including himself. You must trust me on this.
[1977:]
GANDALF
No arguments: let us have the contract.

Thorin gives him a scroll, which Gandalf unfolds, and Bilbo reads aloud.
BILBO
"To Burglar Baggins:
Terms for your professional services.
One fourteenth of total profits.
Traveling expenses guaranteed.
Funeral expenses, if necessary;
Sincerely, Thorin and Company". "Funeral expenses"?

THORIN
Do you find the terms acceptable?

GANDALF
Of course he does!

BILBO
But, but, but I;––

GANDALF
(rising)
And so, it is decided: tomorrow begins your greatest adventure.

The dwarves CHEER.
[2000s:]
[Gandalf:]
“Bilbo, my dear fellow, let us have a little more light.”

Bilbo brings a candle to the table, where Gandalf has spread a map.

[1977:]
GANDALF
(to Thorin) It is time for you to have this.

THORIN
And? what may that be?

GANDALF
This is a map of Lonely Mountain, presented to me one hundred years ago by your father.

THORIN
What?! Why did it not come to me, the rightful heir?

GANDALF
I've chosen my own time to hand it over.

BILBO
Oh, I do love maps. I have quite a collection.

THORIN
Bah! I remember the mountain well enough without this!

GANDALF
Indeed? And how do you intend to enter Smaug's chambers? Through the Main Gate, as a house-guest? You'd be ashes before you took your seventh step.

BILBO
Oh, see: look! This hand points to… Bless my soul! A secret entrance!
A hidden passage to the lower halls!

GANDALF
Excellent, Burglar!

BILBO
I'm really quite good with maps.

THORIN
Let me see. Yes: quite correct.

BILBO
But, has it remained secret, all these years?

GANDALF
It's too small for Smaug to use; and it's covered by a door made to look exactly like the side of the mountain. Here is the key. Keep it safe.

THORIN
Eh? Of course I will!

BILBO
But if the secret door is hidden, how do we find it? The map doesn't tell.

GANDALF
It does, and it doesn't. You will understand;–– in time.

[2000s:]
A little later: Bilbo is sitting on his chair, holding a mug, opposite Gandalf, who occupies another chair.
[Bilbo:]
“I’ll be all right; let me just sit quietly for a moment.”

[Gandalf:]
“You’ve been sitting quietly for far too long. Tell me; when did doilies and your mother’s dishes become so important to you? I remember a young Hobbit who always was running off in search of elves in the woods, who’d stay out late, come home after dark, trailing mud and twigs and fireflies. A young Hobbit who would have liked nothing better than to find out what was beyond the borders of the Shire. The world is not in your books and maps; it’s out there.”

[Bilbo:]
“I can’t just go running off into the blue. I am a Baggins, of Bag End.”

[Gandalf:]
“You are also a Took. Did you know your great-great-great-uncle, Bullroarer Took, was so large, he could ride a real horse?”

[The camera focuses on a portrait of Bullroarer Took on Bilbo’s wall; then returns to Bilbo and Gandalf.]
[Bilbo:]
“Yes.”

[Gandalf:]
“Well, he could. In the Battle of Greenfields, he charged the goblin ranks. He swung his club so hard it knocked the Goblin King’s head clean off, and it sailed a hundred yards through the air and went down a rabbit-hole. And thus the battle was won, and the game of golf invented at the same time.”

[Bilbo:]
“I do believe you made that up.”

[Gandalf:]
“Well, all good stories deserve embellishment. You’ll have a tale or two to tell of your own when you come back.”

[Bilbo:]
“Can you promise I will come back?”

[Gandalf:]
“No. And if you do, you will not be the same.”
[1977:]
Montage & opening credits (of 1977); over all, is heard the voice of the MINSTREL OF GONDOR, singing.
MINSTREL'S VOICE
The Greatest Adventure, is what lies ahead!
To-day and to-morrow, are yet to be said!
The chances, the changes, are all yours to make;
The mould of your life, is in your hands to break!

Bilbo goes outside, to gaze at the full moon.

MINSTREL'S VOICE
The Greatest Adventure, is there if you hold!
The glow of the moon, is what makes you bold!
The measure, the meaning, can make you delay;
It's time you stopped thinking, and wasting the day!

Bilbo, more cheerfully, goes back to bed, where he dreams of two dwarves serving him drinks.
MINSTREL'S VOICE
(in crescendo)
A man who's a dreamer, and never takes lead;
Who lives in a world, that is just make-believe,
Will never know passion; will never know pain;
Who sits by the window, will one day see rain!

Sunlight in his eyes wakes Bilbo, who rises, dresses, and goes to his own door, to find Gandalf on a horse and the dwarves on ponies, waiting for him. Gandalf helps him onto a pony, and they depart.
MINSTREL'S VOICE
(normal)
The Greatest Adventure, is what lies ahead!
To-day and to-morrow, are yet to be said!
The chances, the changes, are all yours to make;
The mould of your life, is in your hands to break!
The Greatest Adventure, is what;–– lies ahead!