Suddenly another voice spoke, low and melodious, it’s very sound an enchantment. Those who listened uneasily to that voice could seldom report the words that they heard; and if they did, they wondered, for little power remained in them. Mostly they remembered only that it was a delight to hear the voice speaking, all that is said seemed wise and reasonable, and desire awoke in them by swift agreement to seem wise themselves.
“You do not know your danger Théoden. These hobbits well sit on the edge of ruin and discuss the pleasures of the table, or the small doings of their fathers, grandfather’s, and grandfather’s,n and remoter cousins to the ninth degree, if you encourage them with undue patience.”
<b></b> Gimli:</b> and what about your companions? What about Legolas and me? You rascals, you woolly-footed and wool-pated truants! A fine hunt you have led us! Two hundred leagues, through gen and forest, battle and death, to rescue you! And here we find you feasting and idling - and smoking! Smoking! Where did you come by the weed, you villains? Hammer and tongs! I am so torn between rage and joy, that if I do not burst, it will be a marvel!<p><b>Legolas:</b> you speak for me, Gimli. Though I would diner learn how they came by the wine.<p><p>
“Down, snake! Down on your belly! How long is it since Saruman bought you? What was the promised price? When all the men were dead, you were to pick your share of the treasure, and take the woman you desire? Too long have you watched her under your eyelids and haunted her steps.”