Filthy maggot! Oh, it's you, #...
I seek Man-flesh!
Where is the Man-flesh?
What do you want?
I've had nothing but maggoty bread for three stinking days!
Maggoty bread again? Give me some Elf-flesh!
I can't wait to get my teeth into some Elf-flesh!
At your service, #!
Soon, #! Soon our master will summon us south!
What are you after?
The chill is foul here.
We shall break their bones and feast on their flesh!
Death to the kingdoms of Men and Elves! Death to the filthy Valar in the west!
We shall swarm into the lands of the free peoples like a plague! Leave nothing alive!
What orders from our lord, #?
These rags stink!
The lands of Beleriand shall be broken and destroyed.
Ruin! Ruin to the free peoples!
Something smells disgusting here. It's you, #! Go away!
You're not too bad!
New flesh!
My masters' speaks highly of you, #.
If you can get me some Elf-flesh, I won't eat you instead! Ha! Ha!
Our masters' are readying us for war. Soon the world shall fall.