Far, far below the deepest delvings of the dwarves, the world is gnawed by nameless things.
Evidently we look so much alike that your desire to make an incurable dent in my hat must be excused.
Hammer and tongs! I am so torn between rage and joy, that if I do not burst, it will be a marvel!
Speak, or I will put a dint in your hat that even a wizard will find hard to deal with!
Little did I know where the chief peril lay! Truly Elrond spoke, saying that we could not foresee what we might meet upon our road. Torment in the dark was the danger that I feared, and it did not hold me back. But I would not have come, had I known the danger of light and joy.