(I don’t envy Namo. Not one bit.)
“You take that back!!”
“Make me!”
“I’ll make you eat your teeth in a minute…”
“Oh, like you could fight your way out of a wine-jug!”
“RIGHT, THAT’S IT-”
“Cowardy cowardy custard, sat eating cake behind Melian’s skirts while everybody else did all the fighting…!”
“Shut up, shut your face! Who was it who built everything, eh? All you lot did was stomp on over, take everything that wasn’t yours, and trash the lot!”
“HOW DARE – well, at least we didn’t try bribery, extortion and impossible murder-quests as bride-prices…”
“YOU talk of murder-quests, HA, that’s bloody rich!”
“And just what’s that supposed to mean?”
“One word: Ships.”
“Oh fuck you!”
“FUCK YOU MORE WITH A SILMARIL ON TOP.”
(Namo is considering some sort of Elven Time-Out room.)