You are welcome in Rhovanion #.
Welcome, #. What brings you to this land?
Welcome, #.
The horses need feeding, #!
What is your business here, traveller?
Have you heard from our friends down south, the Harhawrim, #?
These lands are troubled, #. Orcs often break through our borders.
The days grow dark, and the nights grow cold.
The horses of Rhovanion are the finest in all Middle-earth.
I'm afraid we won't have enough food for the winter, #.
If those Rúbaugorchoth Orcs ever come 'round here, I'm ready to fight. 
New life grows ever where the forefathers of Rhovanion sleep.
We are the herdsmen and farmers of the Mark.
We Forhawrim are a proud and wilful race.
Be sure that you feed those horses, #.
In these grim times our lands are often besieged by the servants of evil.
Seldom do Orcs journey in the open, under the sun, yet recently they have been doing so. I fear for our people.
Orcs from the north have been seen crossing our borders and raiding our villages.
I wish I could join the King's Riders, and fight for my family.
Horses always need feeding, you know.
Seldom do we have travellers in this land. What is your purpose here?
Be sure that you feed those horses well.
There are old tales of talking trees in the forests of the south. I'd like to know the truth, but none are brave enough to venture there.
Would you like to see my horses?
Don't forget to feed the horses!
Orcs are multiplying in the mountains. I fear for my family, #.
The tales of Orc-raids in the north grow year by year.
I am afraid for our people.
The Calenrim wildmen name us Strawheads. Well, #, I would rather have straw for hair than live every day among dirt and pig-filth.
I hope you didn't forget to feed those horses.
We Forhawrim value our horses above else. They are the best in all Middle-earth!
Have you ridden today, #, or did you journey on foot?
Have you fed your horses well?
Where is the horse and the rider? We are in need of them more than ever, #.
The people of Calenardhon are vicious, and cruel. Be wary of them.
The hillmen are growing ever more hostile to us. I have heard many tales of their raiding parties travelling here to pillage and plunder.
Horses love a good carrot every now and again.
I hope you've been doing a good job of feeding those horses.