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[The scene starts off black.]
Bilbo: “My dear Frodo.”
light a candle. He walks through a hallway in Bag End, carrying the candle.]
Bilbo: “You asked me one once if I had told you everything there was to know about my adventures. And while I can honestly say I have told you the truth, I may not have told you all of it.”

Bilbo: “I am old now, Frodo. I’m not the same Hobbit I once was.”

Bilbo: “I think it is time for you to know what really happened. It began long ago in a land far away to the east, the like of which you will not find in the world today.”
[The camera fades away from Bilbo in his study and begins panning over a map of Middle-earth. We see a city, Dale, full of humans and dwarves walking happily through markets and bazaars.]
Bilbo: “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 Thror, King under the Mountain, mightiest of the dwarf lords.”

[The camera swoops over the city of Dale and reveals an enormous mountain just behind the city; a massive gateway has been built into the side of the mountain, flanked by humongous stone statues of dwarfs. We see Thror and his son Thrain inside the castle, looking out of the battlements and observing their domains. The camera pans through the city of Erebor, seeing vast chambers and massive, carved statues. Thror sits on his throne as his son, Thrain approaches him; his grandson, Thorin, stands at his right side.]
Bilbo: “Thror ruled with utter surety, never doubting his house would endure, for his line lay secure in the lives of his son and grandson. Ahhh, Frodo, Erebor; built deep within the mountain itself, the beauty of this fortress city was legend.”
[The camera pans over the vast gold quarries within Erebor; dwarves with magnifying lenses sift through piles of rare jewels; smiths pound metal with mallets. A dwarf quarrying for gold sees a glow in the rock; he peels away the rock and finds a beautiful, glowing gem, the Arkenstone.]
Bilbo: “Its wealth lay in the earth, in precious gems hewed 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 deeper, down into the dark. And that is where they found it. The heart of the mountain. The Arkenstone. Thror named it the King’s Jewel. He took it as a sign, a sign that his his right to rule was divine. All would pay homage to him, even the great Elvenking, Thranduil.”
[The Arkenstone has been placed in a special pedestal on Thror’s throne; as he sits on his throne, flanked by his son, grandson, and other officers, Thranduil and his aides approach.]
Bilbo: “But the years of peace and plenty were not to last. Slowly, the days turned sour, and the watchful nights closed in. Thror’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.”
[A shadow begins to cover the massive gates of Erebor. Thror walks through his massive rooms full of treasure, looking consumed with greed. Thorin watches him from a distance, then slowly retreats into a shadow.]

[Some time later, a paper dragon kite is being flown over Dale, along with other childrens’ kites. Suddenly, a great wind comes, blowing the trees on the mountainside until the bend and creak. Thorin and Balin, a fellow dwarf, rush to the battlements and look for any sign of danger.]
Bilbo: “The first they heard was a noise like a hurricane coming down from the north. The pines on the mountain creaked and cracked in a hot, dry wind.”
Thorin: “Balin, sound the alarm. Call out the guard. Do it now!”
Balin: “What is it?”
[Thorin, looking worried, yells to everyone in the halls.]
Thorin: “Dragon. Dragon!!!”
[A roar sounds, and torrents of fire rain all over Erebor; Thorin pulls Balin behind a pillar just in time to save him from being burned.]
Bilbo: “It was a fire drake from the north. Smaug had come.”
[The kites from earlier are suddenly burned away. The people in the town of Dale scream in fear and panic as Smaug destroys their city, setting fire to many buildings and demolishing others. We only see slight glimpses of Smaug as he swoops about, breathing fire and destroying buildings by smashing into them. A little girl cries as she watches her doll burn in the street.]
Bilbo: “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.”
[Thorin and Thror, along with many other Dwarf soldiers, wait with weapons ready behind the gates of Erebor.]
Thorin: “Stand firm!”
[Fire bursts through cracks in the gates as Smaug tries to smash his way in. Smaug soon breaks through the gate of Erebor and starts killing dwarves left and right, trampling them and burning them. Thorin is nearly stepped on by the dragon, but he escapes. Thror fearfully runs to his throne and detaches the Arkenstone, running away with it. As he runs through a doorway, he sees Smaug in front of him; tripping, he drops the Arkenstone, and it rolls into a massive pile of gold.]
Thror: “No!”
[Thorin appears and drags him away.]
Bilbo: “Erebor was lost, for a dragon will guard his plunder as long as he lives.”
[As the dwarves run away from Erebor, they see King Thranduil and his elves approaching the mountain. Thorin and the others scream to the Elves to help them, but Thranduil, astride his deer, turns away.]
Thorin: “Run for your lives! Help us!”
Bilbo: “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.”
[Thorin glares in anger at the retreating elves. The remnants of the Dwarf kingdom slowly journey across vast, swampy lands. Thorin, at the front, stands on a mountaintop as his people come to him.]
Bilbo: “Robbed of their homeland, the dwarves of Erebor wandered the wilderness, a once mighty people brought low.”
[Thorin works in a city of men as a smith; he pounds a sword with his mallet with increasing ferocity and anger]
Bilbo: “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 his city turned to ash, and never forgave, and he never forgot.”

一不小心好像贴得多了些

mark先。。。抽空托走，现在木得电脑用

这回就暂时放这些，第二部和第三部还在加紧整理中，敬请期待！
另外，字体不知为何就加粗了，如产生阅读的不便，还请谅解

自顶！

虽然已经找到了=w=但还是帮顶

楼主是自己一个词一个词手打的么

怒马克

再来发几张截图

没有人吗