One dwarf was outraged when Thorin walked towards a hallway.
"What are you doing? She just insulted you!" In a lower voice, he added, "She has no right to say what she did about the line of Durin."
"Dwalin, silence. She understands that what she did was wrong. Nothing more needs to be said." Right, hobbit?
The name's Avalon. And I'm not a hobbit!
Suit yourself, Avalon.
"Were all the clans there?" Dwalin asked.
"Yes. The leaders from all seven kingdoms."
"Will Dain fight with us?" That was a blonde Dwarf. I believe his name was Fili.
Sadly, no.
"They say... This quest is ours, and ours alone."
"Great. This task would be impossible with an army behind us, but we number just thirteen!" remarked one Dwarf.
And that is who?
Balin.
"And not thirteen of the best... nor the brightest," Balin added grimly.
"Who're you callin' 'dim'?"
Various shouts like this echoed around the table until... Fili (?) spoke up.
"We may be few in number, but we're fighters. All of us. To the last Dwarf!"
"And you forget, we have a wizard in our company," pointed out another. "Gandalf would have killed HUNDREDS of dragons in his time."
"Well, I wouldn't say hundreds, but-"
"How many then?"
"Hmm?"
"How many dragons have you killed?"
Gandalf started chocking on his smoke, if that were possible.
"Come on, give us a number!"
Many of the Dwarves stood up and started shouting inaudible words at the top of their lungs.
Thorin... Do something.