Dwalin:
You sit here, in these vast halls, with a crown upon your head, and yet you are lesser now than you have ever been.
Thorin Oakenshield:
Do not speak to me as if I were some lowly dwarf...
[weeping]
Thorin Oakenshield:
as if I were still Thorin Oakenshield.
[angrily draws his sword]
Thorin Oakenshield:
I AM YOUR KING!
Dwalin:
You were always my king. You used to know that once. But you cannot see what you have become.
Thorin Oakenshield:
Get out before I kill you.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:57