THORIN:
Stay close.

DWALIN:
That's it, then.

There's no way out.

BALIN:
The last of our kin.

They must have come here...

...hoping...

...beyond hope.

We could try to reach the mines.

We might last a few days.

No.

I will not die like this.

Cowering.

Clawing for breath.

We make for the forges.

He'll see us, sure as death.

Not if we split up.

BALIN:
Thorin...

...we'll never make it.

THORIN:
Some of us might.

Lead him to the forges.

We kill the dragon.

If this is to end in fire...

...then we will all burn together.