My axe is yours, #. Lead on, and let none stand in our way!
I follow you, but don’t expect me to walk as fast as an Elf!
We fight side by side, and by Durin’s beard, we shall prevail.
Point me at the enemy, and I’ll cleave a path through them!
You’ve got courage, I’ll grant you that. Let’s see if it holds in battle.
No Orc, Troll, or Warg shall stand against us!
Just don’t ask me to ride a pony.
I’ve fought beside Elves, and ehm... they were good.
Keep your wits sharp, and your axe sharper.
If you fall, I’ll make sure they remember your name.
Together, we’ll make songs worth singing in the halls of Erebor!
Watch my back, and I’ll guard yours. That’s the Dwarven way.
Lead well, and I’ll follow you to the gates of Mordor itself.
Let’s show the world what Khazâd steel can do!
I trust you, #. Don’t make me regret it.