Come 'ere, I'll tear ye a new one!
Aye, ye've led yerself into some dire circumstances, #!
Me blade's all rusty just for you!
We've been fighting yer kind for generations. Ain't no way ye can stop us!
Khôrumor, guide me strike!
Phôinûr's work shall not be undone by the likes of you!
The gates of Umbar shall not be broken!
I'll smite you back to the North!
Umbar will remain free, you land-rat!
Maybe you should be the one to call the guards, ey?
Our cities will outlast yer petty assault!
Where's Lord Sauron's assistance when we need it?
Ye think ye're getting away with that? Must be one of the dumbest lubbers I've met!
Aye, I can smell that filthy Aphur-lâi stink wherever ye go!
I've been drinking, but even four of ye won't be a problem!