"The Easterlings did what?" Dain shouts to the messenger.
"They overwhelmed the Iron Hills, My King," the messenger replied. Dain turned and looked at his commanders, awaiting an answer.
"You did order the evacuation of the fortress, My King. The fortress was lightly defended and the armies have garrisoned Erebor," one of the Commanders replied.
"I ordered that? Ah yes. Forgive me, my memory abandons me at times," Dain politely apologized. "but still..," Dain continued as he became angry again,
"those miserable Easterlings took advantage of it! Our sacred halls, a magnificent fortress, characterizing the Might of the Dwarves, has fallen. The Easterlings have chosen for war, it seems. Now what are we going to do about that?"
The Dwarven Commanders didn't hesitate a moment and started shouting ancient Dwarvish War Cries. To Dain it sounded like a beautiful and pleasant orchestra and when the Commanders were finished, Dain continued:
"Arm the Soldiers, fuel up the furnaces, fortify the settlements! The Easterlings have chosen for war, now let us show them how the Dwarf fights. They can kneel for us, in which case they will be killed. They can fight against us, in which case they will be killed, or they can run away from us, in which case they will also be killed!!" Dain shouted throughout the fields and all Dwarves chanted. "To War!!"