Great Goblin: What are you doing in these parts?
[the dwarves remain silent]
Oin: Don't worry, lads. I'll handle this.
Great Goblin: No tricks! I want the truth! Warts and all.
Oin: You're going to have to speak up. Your boys have flattened my trumpet.
Great Goblin [angry, heading towards them] I'll flatten more than your trumpet!
Bofur: [steps forward] It's more information you want, I'm the one you should speak to! [Great Goblin looks at Bofur] We were on the road. Well, it's not so much of a road as path. Actually, it's not even that come to think of it- it's more like a track. Anyway, the point is we were on this road, like a path, like a track, and then we weren't. Which is a problem, because we were supposed to be in Dunland last Tuesday.
Dori: Visiting distant relations.
Bofur: Some inbreds on me mother's side.
Great Goblin: [enraged] Shut UP!!! If they will not talk, we'll make them squawk! Bring out the Mangler! Bring out the Bone-Breaker! [points at Ori] Start with the youngest!
Thorin: WAIT! [steps forward]
Great Goblin: Well, well, well! Look who it is. Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór! King Under the Mountain. [bows mockingly] Oh! But I'm forgetting, you don't have a mountain, and you're not a king. Which makes you... nobody, really. I know someone who will pay a pretty price for your head. Just a head, nothing attached. Perhaps you know of whom I speak. An old enemy of yours. A Pale Orc astride a White Warg.
Thorin: Azog the Defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago!
Great Goblin: So you think his defiling days are done, do you? [chuckles, then turns to his scribe] Send word to the Pale Orc. Tell him I have found his prize.
[the dwarves remain silent]
Oin: Don't worry, lads. I'll handle this.
Great Goblin: No tricks! I want the truth! Warts and all.
Oin: You're going to have to speak up. Your boys have flattened my trumpet.
Great Goblin [angry, heading towards them] I'll flatten more than your trumpet!
Bofur: [steps forward] It's more information you want, I'm the one you should speak to! [Great Goblin looks at Bofur] We were on the road. Well, it's not so much of a road as path. Actually, it's not even that come to think of it- it's more like a track. Anyway, the point is we were on this road, like a path, like a track, and then we weren't. Which is a problem, because we were supposed to be in Dunland last Tuesday.
Dori: Visiting distant relations.
Bofur: Some inbreds on me mother's side.
Great Goblin: [enraged] Shut UP!!! If they will not talk, we'll make them squawk! Bring out the Mangler! Bring out the Bone-Breaker! [points at Ori] Start with the youngest!
Thorin: WAIT! [steps forward]
Great Goblin: Well, well, well! Look who it is. Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór! King Under the Mountain. [bows mockingly] Oh! But I'm forgetting, you don't have a mountain, and you're not a king. Which makes you... nobody, really. I know someone who will pay a pretty price for your head. Just a head, nothing attached. Perhaps you know of whom I speak. An old enemy of yours. A Pale Orc astride a White Warg.
Thorin: Azog the Defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago!
Great Goblin: So you think his defiling days are done, do you? [chuckles, then turns to his scribe] Send word to the Pale Orc. Tell him I have found his prize.
Great Goblin : What are you doing in these parts?
[the dwarves remain silent]
Oin : Don't worry, lads. I'll handle this.
Great Goblin : No tricks! I want the truth! Warts and all.
Oin : You're going to have to speak up. Your boys have flattened my trumpet.
Great Goblin [angry, heading towards them] I'll flatten more than your trumpet!
Bofur : [steps forward] It's more information you want, I'm the one you should speak to! [Great Goblin looks at Bofur] We were on the road. Well, it's not so much of a road as path. Actually, it's not even that come to think of it- it's more like a track. Anyway, the point is we were on this road, like a path, like a track, and then we weren't. Which is a problem, because we were supposed to be in Dunland last Tuesday.
Dori : Visiting distant relations.
Bofur : Some inbreds on me mother's side.
Great Goblin : [enraged] Shut UP!!! If they will not talk, we'll make them squawk! Bring out the Mangler! Bring out the Bone-Breaker! [points at Ori] Start with the youngest!
Thorin : WAIT! [steps forward]
Great Goblin : Well, well, well! Look who it is. Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór! King Under the Mountain. [bows mockingly] Oh! But I'm forgetting, you don't have a mountain, and you're not a king. Which makes you... nobody, really. I know someone who will pay a pretty price for your head. Just a head, nothing attached. Perhaps you know of whom I speak. An old enemy of yours. A Pale Orc astride a White Warg.
Thorin : Azog the Defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago!
Great Goblin : So you think his defiling days are done, do you? [chuckles, then turns to his scribe] Send word to the Pale Orc. Tell him I have found his prize.
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