Why? That was the only thing he could think to himself as he walked at the end of the line of nine. Why must he endure this? At every possible moment, the... person would make some comment about his races superiority! It was childish, and it only deepened and gave reasons for his feelings for the creature. He'd known about them from his Father, and his friends and the others in his patrols. They were short, scruffy, dirty, gruff, rude, they lived in holes, they were greedy... And SO much more! How any once could stand their presence was beyond him.
Elves and dwarves should never be in the same land, within leagues of one another, let alone together in a small company! A dwarf was not a being one trusted with the fate of the world!
Why? Why on earth was that elf singing? Again? He never seemed to sleep, and in the dark, if you looked, you could see a faint low. That could put the entire company in at risk! He had learned he had ever needed and would ever need to know about them from his father, uncles, cousins, and friends. They were prissy, rude, haughty, stuck up, greedy, secretive, untrustable relics! They'd locked Thorin's company in the dungeons merely for getting lost in their horrid, dirty, dark, stinky, wet forrest. And now, the son of the very King who'd done that was practically froliking along at the end of the company. Constanly singing in his infernal language. Dwarves and elves should never be together in the same realms, let alone in the same company! And Elf was not a creature one should trust with a world-saving quest!