Balin:
[sees a chamber full of dead dwarves, with their only means of escape blocked]
The last of our kin. They must have come here hoping beyond hope. We could make for the mines. Might last a few days.
Thorin Oakenshield:
No. I will not die like this, cowering, clawing for breath. We make for the forges.
Dwalin:
He'll see us! Sure as death.
Thorin Oakenshield:
Not if we split up.
Balin:
Thorin, we'll never make it.
Thorin Oakenshield:
Some of us might. Lead him to the forges. We kill the dragon. If this is to end in fire, then we will all burn together!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:02