Feelings are like a winter thunder, bringing wind, rumbling away needlessly alarm inspiring, but sometimes the thunder - it's just thunder.
Bolg: Woodland Elves! The King's son and a She-elf... they tracked us to Lake-town!
Azog: And you killed them?
Bolg: They fled... squealing like cowards.
Azog: [angrily] You fool! They will return... with an Army of Elves at their backs! Ride to Gundabad... Let the Legions come forth. [addressing his army] Elves! Men! Dwarves! The Mountain will be their tomb! To war!
And then Legolas did a totally sick backflip and decapitated 15 orcs. It was fuckin' sweet
J.R.R. Tolkien (apparently)
thorin: my hobbit is so tiny i must have the tiniest hobbit in the world
gandalf: this is a regular size hobbit, i don’t think you understand how hobbits work
thorin: i love my tiny hobbit