'Is there then nothing for which you would yield any of your gold?'
'Nothing that you or your friends have to offer.'
'What of the Arkenstone of Thrain?' said he, and at the same moment the old man opened the casket and held aloft the jewel. The light lept from his hand, bright and white in the morning. Then Thorin was stricken dumb with amazement and confusion. No one spoke for a long while.
Thorin at length broke the silence, and his voice was thick with wrath. 'That stone was my father's, and is mine,' he said. 'Why should I purchase my own?' But wonder overcame him and he added: 'But how came you by the heirloom of my house - if there is need to ask such a question of thieves?'
'We are not thieves,' Bard answered. 'Your own we will give back in return for our own.'
'How came you by it?' shouted Thorin in gathering rage.
'I gave it to them!' squeaked Bilbo, who was peering over the wall, by now in a dreadful fright.
'You! You!' cried Thorin, turning upon him and grasping him with both hands. 'You miserable hobbit! You undersized - burglar!' he shouted at a loss for words, and he shook poor Bilbo like a rabbit.
'By the beard of Durin! I wish I had Gandalf here! Curse him for his choice of you! May his beard wither! As for you I will throw you to the rocks!' he cried and lifted Bilbo in his arms.
one of many scenes guaranteed to make me cry during there and back again
g o d
(trying out sai hmmm)