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Bard runs through Laketown. He runs into a shop, and the storekeeper greets him. "Hello, Bard. What're you after?" Bard begins looking through a pile of tapestries. "There was a tapestry, an old one; where's it gone?" He says. The storekeeper is confused. "What tapestry are you talking about?" He says. "This one," Bard says as he finds the thing he was looking after. He picks up a tapestry and unrolls it on a table. It has the names of the members of the Line of Durin sewn into it. He overhears the woman who saw the dwarves earlier speaking to other townpeople not far away.
"There were dwarves, I tell you. Appeared out of nowhere. Full beards, fierce eyes; I've never seen the like." She says. A fisherman asks, "What are dwarves doing in these parts?" A man says something that gets the others confused. "It's the prophecy." "Prophecy?" The fisherman asks. "The prophecy of Durin's folk." The older man says. Bard traces through the lineage on the tapestry and finds the last entry, Thorin. He looks up, thinks deeply, and talks to himself. "The prophecy...prophecy." He mutters. The people of Laketown are beginning to talk about the dwarves now as the word spreads. "The old tales will come true." A man says. "Vast halls of treasure!" A woman exclaims.
"Can it be true? Has the lord of silver fountains returned?" Another woman exclaims. This phrase jolts Bard's memory, and he begins to recite the prophecy to himself. "The lord of silver fountains, The king of carven stone, The king beneath the mountain shall come into his own, And the bells shall ring in gladness at the mountain king's return, But all shall fail in sadness, and the lake will shine and burn." Bard dashes to his house; the setting sun causes the lake to glow orange as he recites the last line of the prophecy. Bard bursts into his house and finds no dwarves remaining. His son comes up to him.
"Da! I tried to stop them-" Bard interrupts him. "How long have they been gone!?"
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It is the night at Laketown. The dwarves are sneaking through the town toward the armory, hiding from guards. They hide behind a boat as two watchmen walk by. "Shh! Keep it down." Dwalin whispers. "As soon as we have the weapons, we make straight for the mountain. Go, go, go!" Throin ushers. With the guards gone, Thorin points to Nori, who gets a running start and runs up a pyramid of dwarves who have pressed themselves against the walls of the city armory. He can get high enough to reach a second-floor window and dive through.
"Next."
Bilbo does the same thing as Nori. Soon, several dwarves are in the armory, and they begin collecting the weapons stored there. Kili struggles under a load of several different weapons, and Thorin hands him another one. "You all right?" He asks. "I can manage. Let's get out of here." Kili lies. Thorin looks at Kili, then lays another sword on the pile Kili holds. Kili begins walking down the stairs, but his wounded leg gives way, and he falls with a cry. The weapons make a terrible clanging noise, and the dwarves, both inside and outside, look around warily. In the distance, the guards cry out, and running footsteps are approaching.
