So by this time, I'm thinking that Dragon is about to come back and eat some dwarves like marshmellow peeps or torch some ponies or just get reallll mad and destructive. But, the thing is,
THE DRAGON IS DEAD.
See, back when the cute lil Bilbo flirted with the big lizard, he dropped some hefty hints that his crew came from Lake Town (aka Esgaroth). So the dragster flew away from the mountain, leaving the dwarves to play finder' keeprs' and chain-mail dress-up, and, without warning, torched the whole effing town.
And, you know what? Lake Town had it coming. They were the closest
town next to a mountain with a freaking dragon next to it. It was only
a matter of time before this shit came to their docks. I mean, would
you want to be that one stubborn idiot who lives at the base of Dante's Peak? Even Pierce Brosnan couldn't save Grandma from the molten lava, and our only Pierce-like character in this story is Gandalf and he's egregiously absent at this point.
So, most people were kinda flipping out and jumping into the water, as is
expected if your town is engulfed in flames. Then a little birdie gave a pep talk to convince The Man Who Shot the Dragon Down to...shoot the dragon down with a special arrow thingie or something. TMWSTDD, aka Bard, instantly surpassed local politics of LakeTown to win the
hearts and minds of the post-traumatic survivors. They hailed him, he
shrugged and cried in his best Hugo Reyes voice "But dudes, why did
that dragon attack us?!" Everybody shrugged. Then they remembered
those schmucks who crashed their parties earlier in the week with big dumb plans to get that dragon's goodies. A collective "Motherf***ers!" was reported to be heard from miles away.
Here's the awkward part: our sweet, fun-loving band o dwarves gets a knock on their mountain door from the Lake Town gang, and Thorin answers. Lake Townies -- ever so cordially, mind you -- kindly explain the "Big Ol' Misunderstanding" that the dragon "thought the dwarves were in Lake Town! (laughs)" and it "(shrugs) wouldn't respond to begging" and it proceeded to "kill (slight murmur in the crowd) everyone but us, really" while more or less "demolishing our homes and heritage"! Ha! Ha ha. How peculiar. Then the Townies suggest that, since the dragon is gone, and they're in need of some supplies to rebuild their civilization, could Thorin and the group spare some metal to get them started.
And Thorin's all "No! You can't come into my treehouse!"...thus bending his bad-boy streak into a much lamer "I'm actually a young boy" theme. Really!? Really.
Meanwhile, Bilbo and a few dwarves that should be dead are getting hungry and grumpy, so he makes a break for it late at night to make peace with the Townies with Thorin's beloved arkenstone. Seriously, Bilbo did this for food, and afterward, when the Townies made a deal with Thorin, everybody hailed him as a soul with a big heart. Whatever.
Oh, and Gandalf showed up when Thorin threatened to throw Bilbo off the mountain for betrayal/theft/jealousy/unrequited love.
So, great! The Townies plan to come back the next day a little after brunch to pick 1/14th of the goods (Bilbo's share, actually), Gandalf is alive and well, the dragon is dead, the book is done!
Yeah!
No! Thunder! Lightning! Intense weather of sorts. Stories where the weather coincides with plot intensity are yawnifying, even when Halle Berry is involved. The sky grows dark with bats! A bunch of postal birds come flying out of nowhere, and then Thorin's cousin with whom he'd been bird-mailing for a few weeks shows up opportunely with his people ready to throw down, and THEN (!) Goblins, Wolves, Wargs (I really don't know.) and, most frightening of all, BOLG! BOLG IS HERE! I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! IS THAT BAD? HE SOUNDS LIKE 'BULGE'; DOES THAT MEAN HE'S BIG? OR THAT HE'S BRINGING FOOD? OH, LOOK A CLUE IN THE PRINTED TEXT!!
THERE'S LITERALLY AN ASTERISK PRINTED NEXT TO BOLG'S NAME IN THE BOOK BECAUSE THE MAJORITY OF READERS NEED TO BE TOLD WHO HE IS! I SUDDENLY FEEL ONE WITH THE REST OF READERS WHO HAVE MADE IT THIS FAR! I ALMOST *GET* WHY SO MANY PEOPLE ARE IN LOVE WITH TOLKIEN -- because when you're drowning in details, your peers' suffering through the confusion makes the whole experience more socially rewarding. KINDA LIKE LOST, WHERE LITERALLY NOBODY KNOWS WHAT'S GOING ON! SO, I SALUTE YOU, COMRADES!
So onward I go. There are still dwarves to be killed.
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