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Thorin stands his sword in the ground and pants. He calls up to the other dwarves, all scouring the sides of the Mountain, trying to find the secret entrance. "Anything?" He calls. "Nothing!" Dwalin answers. "If the map is true, the hidden door lies directly above us." He says, looking down at the map. Bilbo, walking around, sees a massive statue of a dwarf carved into the side of the mountain. Looking closely, he notices a set of stairs built into the sculpture. "Up here!" He calls, and the dwarves come to see what he sees.
"You have keen eyes, Master Baggins." Throin praises the young halfing. They painstakingly make their way up the steep and treacherous steps and find a little rock-walled clearing in the side of the mountain. Thorin runs to the clearing. "This must be it. The hidden door." He says, breathy. The remaining dwarves and Bilbo come into the clearing as well. "Let all those who doubted us rue this day!" Throin call, holding up the key. As Thorin holds up his legend, the others cheer.
"Right. We have our key, which means that somewhere, there is a keyhole." Dwalin says and begins exploring the clearing walls with his fingers, looking for a keyhole. Thorin walks to the edge of the clearing and looks out at the setting sun. "The last light of Durin's Day will shine upon the keyhole." He mutters and looks at the wall and tries to figure out what the light hitting the wall means. As the sun gets lower and lower on the horizon and nothing changes on the wall, Thorin begins to get frantic. "Nori." He says. Nori, who is known as a thief, runs to the wall and begins tapping it in different places with a spoon while holding his ear to a cup held against the wall. Meanwhile, Dwalin strains and pushes against the wall. The sun gets lower.
"We're losing the light," Throin says sadly. "Come on!" Dwalin begins kicking at the wall. "Be quiet! I can't hear when you're thumping." Nori compilans. "I can't find it...it's not here! It's not here." Dwalin says. As the sun gets closer to disappearing, Thorin frantically gestures to the other dwarves. "Break it down!" Dwalin, Gloin, and Bifur smash at the wall with their weapons, to no avail. "Come on!" "It's no good! The door's sealed. It can't be opened by force. Powerful magic on it." Balin says. The dwarves hit the door drop their weapons in tiredness and disapointedness. The sun disappears behind distant mountains.
"No!" Throin yells as he stumbles forward and re-examines the old map, reading aloud. "The last light of Durin's Day will shine upon the keyhole. That's what it says." He holds his arms open in disbelief; the other dwarves mutter in disappointment and anger. "What did we miss?" Thorin walks up to Balin and repeats his question, earnestly and tearfully. "What did we miss, Balin?" Balin looks at Throin with a sad look. "We've lost the light. There's no more to be done. We had but one chance." He says, and the dwarves bow their heads in despair and turn back toward the stairs.
"Come away; it's...it's over," Balin says and follows the others. "Wait a minute!" Bilbo call. "Where are they going? You can't give up now!" He says, but none listen to him. Bilbo looks beseechingly at Thorin, but Thorin turns away. He holds up his key and looks at it, then drops it to the ground, where it clatters. "Thorin...you can't give up now," Bilbo mutters. But Thorin throws the map at Bilbo's chest and walks past him. The dwarves begin descending the stairs, but Bilbo stays in the clearing. He recites the riddle from the map to himself while gesturing with his hands.
