Alas... Thus passes the heir of Denethor, Lord of the Tower of Guard! This is a bitter end.
I would cut off your head, beard and all, Master Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground.
Now come, you filth!... You've hurt my master, you brute, and you'll pay for it.
Almost felt you liked the forest! That's good! That's uncommonly kind of you.
Yes, I am white now... Indeed, I am Saruman, one might almost say.
Láthspell I name you, Ill-news, and ill news is an ill guest they say.
Twenty one!... Now my count passes Master Legolas again.
It is good!... My dear Gimli, it is Longbottom Leaf!
'Gibbets and crows!' he hissed, and they shuddered at the hideous change. 'Dotard!'
You idiotic fool!... You're going to get yourself into frightful trouble. Put it back quick!
It's ours, it is, and we wants it. The thieves, the thieves, the filthy little thieves.
Aragorn, whom I named, is the bearer of the Sword that was Broken... And we are the Halflings that the rhyme spoke of.
That horn the eldest son of our house has borne for many generations.
Hola! Gorbag! What are you doing up here? Had enough of war already?
Why should I welcome you, Gandalf Stormcrow?
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