Thórin's refusal to share the treasure hoard of Thrór would soon lead to an ultimate revolution. Commanding 5000 Dwarves that lingered in the mountain, Thórin would lead his army against five armies that were much greater than his. Despite Bilbo's plea of what was said to be madness, Thórin would hear none of it and continued on his plan for war against his new enemy.

Outside of Dale, an army of 10,000 Stoor Hobbits was marching into the city with granted access by Bard. These hobbits were much taller than the Hobbits that lived in the Shire, and had as much experience of combat. Led by Chieftain Razanur Tûk, the Stoor Hobbits came from Loeg Ningloron, which also called the Gladden Fields, and came all the way from the south to support Bard and his people, providing as much food, supplies, and weapons to them. Bard had been busy gathering as many of the Lake-Folk of Esgaroth to serve in his newly formed army and the total number was 12,000. Also, more than 11,000 Northrons who came from the southern borders of the Greenwood arrived to provide their support and service to the future King of the Northrons. Buffy, however, led an army of 13,000 special trained fighters from Sunnydale, and Thranduil commanded more than 25,000 Silvan Elves of the vast Woodland Realm. The combination of the five armies was 71,000 against 5000 that lingered in the mountain.

The Dwarves of Erebor were outnumbered against such massive force. They wouldn't stand a chance against five armies that were preparing for war against the Lonely Mountain of Rhovanion. Inside the mountain, the Dwarves of Erebor were suiting up for war. Bofur found a helmet that would suit him, but he declined it. Dóri and Óri were passing a lot of weapons to the dwarves while Kíli found a nice suit of armor that he fancied. That was when his brother Fíli tossed him a shield. Bálin, however, was not very happy of this when he picked up his suit of armor.

Glóin came by to the unhappy dwarf and replied one word to him. "Aye."

While the Dwarves had been busy suiting up for battle, Bilbo walks by.

"Master Baggins, come here!" Thórin called out to him.

Bilbo comes up and sees that Thórin was holding a tunic of white mail.

"You are going to need this. Put it on." Thórin whispered to him.

Bilbo didn't take 'no' for an answer, so he begins to remove his jacket. "What is it?" He asked, wanting to know what mail it was.

"This vest is made of silver steel - "Mithril" it was called by my forebears." Thórin answered, holding it up so that Bilbo can slide into it. "No blade can pierce it."

Bilbo finishes putting it on, then looks at himself. "I look absurd. I'm not a warrior; I'm a Hobbit."

"It is a gift. A token of our friendship." Thórin smiled, but that was when his smile began to fade. He looks toward the other dwarves and frowns. "True friends are hard to come by." He then grabs Bilbo by the shoulder and pulls him away where the other dwarves can't hear him. "I have been blind. Now I begin to see. I am betrayed!"

"Betrayed?" Bilbo asked, whispering.

"The Arkenstone." Thórin whispered, moving closer to Bilbo. "One of them has taken it."

Bilbo looks extremely uncomfortable and worried on how Thórin was reacting. He was losing his mind. Bilbo looked worried, but almost sighs audibly in relief.

"One of them is false." Thórin whispered in low dark voice, sounding quite similar to Smaug the Terrible.

"Thórin... the quest is fulfilled." Bilbo said. "You've won the mountain. Is that not enough?"

"Betrayed by my own kin." Thórin whispered, believing he was betrayed by the dwarves who had settled in his grandfather's kingdom. "And betrayed by the ones who helped us reclaim our homeland."

"No eh...You...You made a promise...to the people of Esgaroth." Bilbo stated. "Is-Is this treasure truly worth more than your honor? Our honor, Thórin. I was also there. Buffy was there, and she gave her word when she vouched for you."

"For that I'm grateful. It was nobly done." Thórin replied quietly with slight smile. "But the treasure in this mountain does not belong to the people of Esgaroth! This gold... is ours... and ours alone." Then, his voice began to grow much deeper and began to sound like Smaug. "By my life, I will not part with a single coin! Not... one... piece of it!"

Bilbo couldn't believe what he was hearing. The words he heard were the same lines that Smaug had said previously to him when he was inside the dragon's lair. Bilbo could tell that Thórin was mentally affected by the sickness that lingered in the mountain, and stares at him in shock as the other dwarves, dressed for battle, stride by.