where sickness thrives bad things will follow

The Hobbit : An Unexpected Journey (2012 Film) : Sentence Starters
  • "Remember this: true courage is about knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one."
  • "I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure."
  • "Yes, yes, and I want to get unlost... as soon as possible!"
  • "It's just the usual; summary of out-of-pocket expenses, time required, remuneration, funeral arrangements, so forth."
  • "I have... I have never used a sword in my life."
  • "Loyalty. Honor. A willing heart... I can ask no more than that."
  • "The world is not in your books and maps. It's out there."
  • "Why don't we have a game of riddles... Just, just you and me."
  • "The pines were roaring on the height."
  • "I've found it is the small things, everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keeps the darkness at bay."
  • "I don't like green food."
  • "_______ said I should have never have come and (s)he was right."
  • "I cannot guarantee his/her safety."
  • "I just need to sit quietly for a moment."
  • "That is private, keep your sticky paws off!"
  • "They're all high cheekbones and creamy skin. "
  • "Did I not say that you would be a burden, that you would not survive in the wild and that you have no place amongst us?"
  • "Well, all good stories deserve embellishment."
  • "And where sickness thrives, bad things will follow..."
  • "Always you must meddle, looking for trouble when none exist."
  • "And while I can honestly say I've told you the truth, I may not have told you all of it."
  • "By my beard, you're shorter and wider than last time we met."
  • "Oh, but I'm forgetting, you don't have a mountain, and you're not a king, which makes you nobody, really."
  • "A dark power has found its way back into the world."
  • "I thought we had lost our burglar."
  • "Well I do have some skill at conkers, if you must know."
  • "It must give us three guesses, _______!"
  • "I've got parasites as big as my arm!"
  • "You're right, I do believe the worst is behind us now."
  • "You can't reason with them, they're half-wits!"
  • "I wish you all the luck in the world. I really do."
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“It began long ago in a land far away to the east, the like of which you will not find in the world today. 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 Thrór, King under the Mountain and mightiest of the Dwarf-lords…The skill of the Dwarves was unequalled, fashioning objects of great beauty out of diamond, emerald, ruby, and sapphire. Ever they delved deep, down into the dark and that is wh<<<>ere they found it, the Heart of the Mountain! The Arkenstone. Thrór named it the King’s Jewel. He took it as a sign, a sign that his right to rule was divine. All would pay homage to him, even the great Elven King Thranduil… Slowly, the days turned sour and the watchful nights closed in. Thrór’s love of gold had grown too fierce and sickness had begun to grow within him. It was a sickness of the mind. And where sickness thrives, bad things will follow.”

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“All would pay homage to him, even the great Elven King Thranduil. But the years of peace and plenty was not to last. Slowly the days turned sour and the watchful nights closed in. Thrór’s love of gold grown too fierce and sickness had begun to grow within him. It was a sickness of the mind. And where sickness thrives, bad things will follow…” [2/2]

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DwarfWeek - Day four: Dwarven realm(s)

“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. Thror ruled with utter surety, never doubting his house would endure, for his line lay secure in the lives of his son and grandson." 

"Ah, Erebor; built deep within the mountain itself, the beauty of this fortress city was legend. 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." 

"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.”

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It began long ago in a land far away to the east, the like of which you will not find in the world today. 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 Thrór, King under the Mountain and mightiest of the Dwarf-lords. Thrór ruled with utter surety, never doubting his house would endure, for his line lay secure in the lives of his son and grandson. Ah, Frodo, Erebor! Built deep within the mountain itself, the beauty of this fortress city was legend. Its wealth lay in the earth, in precious gems hewn from rock and in great seams of gold running like rivers through stone. The skill of the Dwarves was unequalled, fashioning objects of great beauty out of diamond, emerald, ruby, and sapphire. Ever they delved deep, down into the dark and that is where they found it, the Heart of the Mountain! The Arkenstone. Thrór named it the King’s Jewel. He took it as a sign, a sign that his right to rule was divine. All would pay homage to him, even the great Elven King Thranduil. But the years of peace and plenty was not to last. Slowly, the days turned sour and the watchful nights closed in. Thrór’s love of gold had grown too fierce and sickness had begun to grow within him. It was a sickness of the mind. And where sickness thrives, bad things will follow. The first they heard was a noise like a hurricane coming down from the North; the pines on the mountain creaked and cracked in the hot, dry wind. He was a fire-drake from the North. Smaug had come! 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. Erebor was lost - for a dragon will guard his plunder as long as he lives. 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. Robbed of their homeland, the Dwarves of Erebor wandered the wilderness. A once mighty people brought low. The young Dwarf prince took work where he could find it, labouring 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 a city turned to ash. And he never forgave… and he never forgot.

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“All would pay homage to him, even the great Elven King Thranduil. But the years of peace and plenty was not to last. Slowly the days turned sour and the watchful nights closed in. Thrór’s love of gold grown too fierce and sickness had begun to grow within him. It was a sickness of the mind. And where sickness thrives, bad things will follow…” [½]