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[Orcs chanting] Adar! Adar!

You were dancing?

Perhaps we can make one of you yet.

That's all I'll ever be.

No! It's you that's betrayed our kind!

It isn't your fault.

[Galadriel] Halbrand!

These lands are dead.

I will speak to my son now.

But the fire embraces truth.

Has no one informed you?

[Poppy] She won't be alone.

How do you think?

What should we call it instead, Lord-father?

And together, we will rule this mountain and all others before our time is done.

-Go on, Nori. -[Vilma] Yes. Like he fixed those wolves.

[man] Come on. All right. Keep your hands on.

-[sheathes] -[sighing]

It did in our contest.

I wish that they were mine

[both chuckling]

-[softly] Elrond... -Save it, Durin.

You're going the wrong way.

-[Galadriel] Many. -Good.

[Theo] I've killed Orcs before, you know.

You are not in Númenor.

[exclaiming] Dilly, Nori, are you all right?

prove to them there's a safe way to gather mithril,

[Adar] My children.

[softly] I cannot yet see it.

The Grove! I think this is it.

I should never have pulled the Elf on board.

I am sorry, my son.

We do have our secret names,

[loud rumbling]

Not some other Dwarf-lord's. Yours.

Uh, well, in your mother's case, she actually does have lice in her...

-Grandson of... -Scoff if you like.

Of that, every soldier must be mindful.

[Prince Durin breathing heavily] Father...