[THORIN]
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.
Is this where it gets me? On my feet, bloodied steel inside of me?
I feel it coming, do I run or use my sword or let it be?
…There is no beat, no melody.
Bilbo…my friend that I made my enemy…
If I throw away my shot, is this how you remember me?
Maybe this wound is my legacy
Legacy
What is a legacy?
It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see.
I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me.
Erebor! You great unfinished symphony, you sent for me!
You let me make a difference! A place where even exiled princes
Can leave their fingerprints and
Rise up! I’m running out of time, I’m running and my time’s up!
Wise up! Eyes u-
…I catch a glimpse of the other side.
Fili is leading our kin in song on the other side,
My brother’s on the other side!
He’s with our mother on the other side, Grandfather’s watching from the other side!
Team me how to say goodbye, rise up, rise up, rise up
Namadith!
…Oh sister, take your time…
I’ll see you on the other side.
…Far away¸ the Misty Mountain calls…
[BILBO]
Thorin, look at the eagles in the sky, wait!
(….I AM SO SORRY)






