Ćomer: Everybody, stay where you are. Chill the eff out. Iām going to ask you this one time. Why are you in this land?
Aragorn: Iāll do you one better, where are my hobbits?
Ćothain: Iāll do you one better, do hobbits even exist?
Ćomer, grabbing Gimli: Tell me what your purpose is, or I swear to the Gods, Iām going to stab this little freak.
Legolas, drawing his bow: Letās do it, you kill my guy, Iāll kill yours. Letās go!
Ćothain: Do it, Ćomer. I can take it.
Gamling: No, he canāt take it!
Gimli: Heās right, you canāt.
Ćomer: Oh yeah, you donāt wanna tell me what youāre doing? Thatās fine, Iāll kill all three of you spies and Iāll beat it out of Sauron myself. Starting with you.
Legolas: Wai- what? Sauron? All right, let me ask you this one time: What Master do you serve?
Ćomer: What Master do I serve? Obviously, King Theoden.
Aragorn: ā¦Youāre from Rohan.
Ćomer: Iām not from Rohan, Iām from Edoras.
Aragorn: Yeah, thatās in Rohan, dipshit. What are you hassling us for?
Legolas: So youāre not with Sauron?
Ćomer: With Sauron? No! Iām trying to kill Sauron. Heās destroying my land. Wait, who are you?
Gimli: Weāre the Fellowship, man.