the bulwark

"Oh, aye, 've seen worse.  Havin' a wee bit o' trouble feelin' me arm, though.  Think y' can...dunno.  Wedge it out wi'out casin' more damage?"

"Oh, dunno 'bout kind -- 'm only bein' honest wi' y' lad.  Mind ya, yer not gonna hear it often, can't have y' havin' a big head."  But then, that was nothing to worry about, not when it came to Fíli.  He was always the odd one in his flock, and he did not mean simply his hair color.  "I think yer gonna b' a fine prince.  Naw 'cos yer blood, min' -- tha' says nothin' a character, bu' a yer wit, an' yer loyalty.  So dun go losin' those in reckless youth, y'hear me?"

"Oh, aye lad, jes’ like yer pretty beads an’ tha’ ring wi’ tha’ stone.  So sparkly, like a proper princess, aye?  C’mon, Thorin, gimme yer arm — yer naw fit t’ walk.”

"…oh, lil’ lass.  ‘ve got no idea wha’ yer tryin’ t’ say, but how ‘bout y’ gimme tha’ ale an’ ‘ll make sure ye’ll git yerself home.”

"I——wha’?  Thorin?  Y’ doin’ a’right, lad?  Yer a bit…unlike yerself.”

"There ‘re days, Thorin Oakenshield, tha’ I sorely regret pullin’ y’ ou’ from un’er tha’ table where y’ were chewin’ rocks.  Yer naw fergiven.”

"Oh, laddy, yer jes' a wee pup, an' wee pups like you don' git t' tell badgers like me wha' t' do.  Now git."

"Las’ I checked, m’ loyalty didn’ belong t’ a cheatin’, thievin’ elf.”

"Oh, aye, me mum did warn me ‘bou’ th’ sneaktheif that’d steal yer blanket from y’ why y’ slept.  Why y’ think I decided t’ b’ a guard, anyhow?"

"Oh, I have no doubt a’ tha’, Lady Dis — though ‘d rather y’ not start ‘em all th’ same.  Dun care t’ explain tha’ t’ yer brother.”