Many still hold weapons in their hands; many have been cruelly torn by strange claws, many -- O far too many! -- are not whole of body.
I burn to visit my wrath on those responsible. Give me a row of orc necks to hew, and they will see what price they must pay for slaughtering dwarves. They will see that they have not conquered every dwarf in Khazad-dûm.
If my companions do not wish to accompany me, then I will go alone, but there will be vengeance.
Perhaps this Ring which Frodo carries could be of help. Surely the wizard would allow my kin to be avenged.
Just for a moment; that is all the time I need borrow it.
Just a moment, to burn out the filth which has stolen this beautiful mountain and murdered my people.
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