Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Dwarves laughing, cheering]
The tool that wrought the Silmarils.
Now you sound just like Malva and the sisters.
[Arondir] No bodies.
[grunting]
Bind yourself to me!
[whispering in other language]
My heart sings to see you, old...
[man] No.
Perhaps.
Should the Elf forfeit,
What's our heading?
Prepare yourself.
No getting better acquainted.
What has mine ever accomplished?
I'd sense it if he were hiding something.
[Dwarf] His judgment has already been rendered, Elf.
-Important Elf business, no doubt. -What have Elves ever done to you?
-[loud thud] -[clattering]
Don't dress it up as heroism.
-He's staying. -He's leaving!
[chanting intensifies]
The evil is gone.
-[snaps] -[bone crunches]
Now, away with you. Go on.
-[all exclaim] -[panting]
that an Elf should just land on our doorstep? Now?
[exclaiming sarcastically]
So he has sent me you instead.
You see, the next migration is in just a few days now, and everything's gone...
At last, a little honesty.
[axes clank]
Durin! Durin! Durin!
He's come to check on us.
Doesn't change the fact that there's a giant in there.
For a whole week, I kept calling strawberries "pigberries."
[groans]
A dog may bark at the moon.
So let it lie.
fairly confident we were onto a sizable silver deposit...
No!
Durin didn't know.
[Elrond] The greatest of Elven-smiths, of course.
[sighs]
the beauty of what could be...
[crunching]
You needn't keep your distance.
You saw him.
Go. Warn your people.
How many signs do you need?
[crickets chirping]
[Elrond] Fëanor's hammer.
Anybody finds out that we helped a stranger,
Look at him. He's bleeding massive.
[screaming] Look! Over here!
-Earth and ore, air and water. -[slurping loudly]
You liar.