Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I see you planted the sapling.

What seems to be the difficulty?

I thought I could, but I'm sorry.

-[Dwarf commands in Khuzdul] -[Dwarves grunt]

[Dwarves cheering]

Úrë... Mana...

Able to birth a flame as hot as a dragon's tongue,

will be our fault.

The heart of many an Elf.

A life you missed.

And where to leave the mountain untouched.

You think too much of their kind.

Looks can be deceiving.

-No! Don't! Don't! Please! -[indistinct shouting echoing]

-[thudding] -Stupid, bastard mice!

[flies buzzing]

And Crookfinger Lake's always seepin' vapors.

-This isn't an adventure. -What's that supposed to mean?

[both grunting]

It's when we sing to the stone.

Because rather than rest in glory, I chose to seek out

and anything bad that happens the next three seasons

You don't have the look of someone to whom things happen by accident.

The ground here is tetchy. Always has been.

And I would like very much to apologize to your family as well.

I doubt we shall find safety until we make landfall.

A workforce greater than any ever assembled.

-Because I can't. -Because you won't.

Not to mention, Elves don't fall from the sky.

True creation requires sacrifice.

[latch opening]

Far below his purview, mind you.

[Dwarves chanting in unison]

Strange, isn't it?

[raspy breathing]

Mana... Mana...