Let them come! There is one dwarf yet in Moria who still draws breath.
Young she is, when she's barefoot on the cobbles.
Explanation:
About aunt Polly
Brace yourself and be stronger. Being weak is nothing to be ashamed of… Staying weak is!
— No man, Persian or Greek, no man threatens a messenger.
— You bring the crowns and heads of conquered kings to my city steps. You insult my queen. You threaten my people with slavery and death. Oh, I've chosen my words carefully, Persian. Perhaps you should have done the same.
— This is blasphemy. This is madness!
— Madness? This is Sparta!