Gandalf: You must settle your petty squabble with the dwarves. There will be war! The filth of Dol Guldur's pits is pouring forth. You are all in mortal danger. Bart: What are you talking about?
Thranduil: I see you know nothing of wizards. They are like a winter storm that rolls in on a raging wind and then thunders down with bad news. But sometimes a storm is just a storm.
Gandalf: Not this time. Orc armies are advancing. They are warriors, bred for war. Our enemy has gathered all his forces.
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Gandalf: You must settle your petty squabble with the dwarves. There will be war! The filth of Dol Guldur's pits is pouring forth. You are all in mortal danger. Bart: What are you talking about?
Thranduil: I see you know nothing of wizards. They are like a winter storm that rolls in on a raging wind and then thunders down with bad news. But sometimes a storm is just a storm.
Gandalf: Not this time. Orc armies are advancing. They are warriors, bred for war. Our enemy has gathered all his forces.
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