Our women are so alike in voice and appearance that they are often mistaken for our men.
My name is Gimli, son of Glóin. I will not be taken for some conjurer of cheap tricks!
You are not of Durin's Folk, #, but I welcome you nonetheless.
Never toss a Dwarf. It’s not dignified.
If you’ve come for talk, I hope you brought ale.
Roaring fires! Malt beer! Ripe meat off the bone! That’s a feast!
The Glittering Caves of Aglarond… I’ve never seen such beauty in all my days.
I may be short, but my axe swings high and true!
What news from Erebor? Does the mountain still echo with hammer and song?
You’ve no beard, #. Are you sure you’re not an Elf in disguise?
I once counted Orc kills with an Elf. And won. By one, maybe, now im not sure. No i won!
You’ve the look of a warrior. Let’s see if your courage matches it.
A fine axe you carry, but does it sing in battle like mine?
Speak, friend – and bring a mug!
Well met, #.
You are not one of the Khazâd, #, but you seem friendly enough.
Let us drink together!
Shall we drink, #?
What tidings do you bring from the world of Men, #?
My beard is the envy of all Durin's Folk.
Stature you may have, but a fine beard you have not!
You need to work on that beard, #.
The smith-skill of the Dwarves is unmatched!
Do you have news from our folk in the West?
Well met!