Let him go, you filth! Let him go! You will not touch him again!

Together we will take the road that leads into the West, And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.

With hope or without hope we will follow the trail of our enemies. And woe to them, if we prove the swifter!

Help means ruin and saving means slaying.

Chip the glasses and crack the plates! / Blunt the knives and bend the forks! / That's what Bilbo Baggins hates.

Sleep! I feel the need of it, as never I thought any dwarf could , riding is tiring work. Yet my axe is restless in my hand. Give me a row of orc-necks and room to swing and all weariness will fall from me!

I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it's very difficult to find anyone.' I should think so — in these parts! We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!