Lake Town, When Thorin Spoke His Name

It's a hobbit! Get the barrels fast! Pull them up Get quickthe barly rels now! fast! Pull them up quickItly 's a hobbit! dwarves There's dwarves in these barrels!Pull them up! dwarves in these barrels![Verse 1 — The Unease Begins] I felt the river shiver When the bowman met our eyes. A hush fell over Lake‑town Like a frost upon the skies. And though I stood beside them, My newfound courage felt undone… For Thorin’s pride was gathering Like a storm, writhing, deep and spun. [Verse 2 — Bilbo Watches Thorin Step Forward] He stepped into the lamplight, His bearing sharp and clear. A dwarf, yet more than dwarf‑kind — A king that would not veer. And I, a simple hobbit, Felt my heart begin to quake… For kingship is a peril And the world around it shakes. [Thorin] [Resonant bass male declaration of lineage] I am Thorin, son of Thráin, Of Durin’s hallowed line. The Mountain was my fathers’, And by right, the Mountain’s mine. I claim no cloak of falsehood, No borrowed name or guise. The King Under the Mountain Stands before your very eyes. Th[Verse 3 — The Reveal] He spoke his name with thunder, A lineage old and deep. And every man around us Seemed caught between awe and the need to weep. But I felt something colder, A tremor in my bone… For claiming ancient titles Can wake dangers yet unknown. [Verse 4 — Bilbo’s Fear of Bard’s Reaction] The bowman’s gaze grew heavy, A weight I could not bear. He looked at Thorin’s boldness With a mixture hard to share. And though no word was spoken That threatened fire or war… I felt the air grow tighter Than it ever had before. [Bridge — Bilbo’s Realization] Oh heavens… what a venture, What folly dressed as fate. I thought we’d face a dragon — Not stir a city’s gate. My thoughts ran quick as rabbits, My breath was thin and worn… For kings reveal their titles With a peril sharp as thorn.I am Thorin, son of Thráin