Bert! Look what's come out of me hooter. It's got arms and legs and everything.
— Radagast? Do not speak to me of Radagast the Brown. He's a foolish fellow.
— Well, he's odd, I grant you. He lives a solitary life.
— It's not that. It's his excessive consumption of mushrooms. They've addled his brain and yellowed his teeth. I've warned him. It is unbefitting one of the lstari to be wandering the woods...
— What proof do we have this weapon came from Angmar's grave?
— I have none.
— Because there is none. Let us examine what we know. A single Orc pack... has dared to cross the Bruinen. A dagger from a bygone age has been found. And a human sorcerer who calls himself "The Necromancer"... has taken up residence in a ruined fortress. It's not so very much after all. The question of this Dwarvish company, however, troubles me deeply. I'm not convinced, Gandalf. I do not feel I can condone such a quest. If they'd come to me, I might have spared them this disappointment. I do not pretend to understand your reason for raising their hopes.
Thirty white horses on a red hill
First they champ, then they stamp
Then they stand still