Have you forgotten those who died in the firestorm? And for what purpose? The blind ambition of a Mountain King, so riveted by greed he cannot see beyond his own desire! You have no right to enter that mountain!
I have seen how you treat your friends. We came to you once, starving, homeless, seeking your help, but you t u r n e d y o u r b a c k. You turned away from the suffering of my people in the inferno that destroyed us!
Look, I know you doubt me, I know you always have. And you’re right…I often think of Bag End. I miss my books, and my armchair, and my garden. See, that’s where I belong, that’s home. That’s why I came back…because you don’t have one, a h o m e . It was taken from you. But I will help you take it back, if I can.