Lîn glanced at Thorgeleb, and then at Balin, and muttered, "This is ridiculous; I can't fight with one of my own jewellry customers. Bad for business." He hefted his axe, and stalked around behind the dwarves.
The elves stared, Thorgeleb raised an eyebrow, and Lîn came up behind Floi, and hefted his axe, and glared at the Prince of Mirkwood. "Guard yourself, " muttered the dwarf, and took up a fighting stance. Then he chuckled. "Thorgeleb, I'd wish you a happy marriage and all, but under the circumstances..."
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