[as Bilbo and the dwarves are getting ready for the Battle of Three - ultimately Five - Armies, "Mister Baggins" complains about his ill-fitting war-gear]
Bilbo Baggins:
This is deucedly uncomfortable. I'm certain to get a rash!
Thorin:
That armor was forged in the foundaries of my grandfather. Wear it proudly, and it will carry you to victory!
Bilbo Baggins:
Confusticate and be-bother victory! I hope only to be taken prisoner as quickly as possible!
Thorin:
Those are the words of a COWARD!
Bilbo Baggins:
The coward who flushed out Smaug? The coward who saved you time and time again? The coward who always went forward while you cringed behind?
Thorin:
You don't see us cringing NOW, do you?
Bilbo Baggins:
This is MADNESS! Fourteen against ten thousand, and yet you march off to certain destruction as merrily as if you were on your way to another tea party!
Thorin:
Your kind will never understand war, hobbit. This is WAR!
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