Someone has to take care of the poor lad. [ Dori does find great enjoyment in it, despite his constant complaining. He's by nature very... maternal. ]
[ Then, he's smiling. ] Oh, quite right! Wooly sheep what'll make fine sweaters and socks. Perhaps I should knit you a pair of fluffy gloves, mister Thorin?
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Edited at 2013-02-12 05:28 pm (UTC)
I was pulling your beard slightly, Dori. Perhaps when we reclaim Erebor, you can have some sheep and then all the wool in the land.
[ Then, he's smiling. ] Oh, quite right! Wooly sheep what'll make fine sweaters and socks. Perhaps I should knit you a pair of fluffy gloves, mister Thorin?
Fluffy gloves? That sounds like a generous offer, Dori. Will they keep me warm during out cold nights in the caves?