Eowyn: Begone, foul dwimmerlaik, lord of carrion!
Witch-king: Oh, thank you very much for the compliment.
Eowyn: What? Did you not hear? I just called you a dwimmerlaik. Of what compliment do you speak?
Witch-king: Well, in my language “dwimmerlaik” means “quite handsome fellow”. Again, I thank you for the compliment.
Eowyn: No! The word cannot have this meaning! My people have been calling all
evil things “dwimmerlaiks” for nearly an Age and a half now.
Witch-king: Oh, I see…how embarrassed you must feel right now. Too bad.
Eowyn: AAAAAAH!
Witch-king: There’s no point in throwing a tantrum. Let this be a learning moment for you: Never use words you don’t understand.
Witch-king: Oh, and by the way, I heard you calling yourself “
Dernhelm” earlier. Hmmm, let’s figure out this puzzler. Everyone knows “derrrrrrr” means “stupid”. “
Helm” means “hat”. So, let’s see: stupid hat…dunce cap. Ha Ha Ha! You named yourself “Dunce Cap”! I can’t wait to tell the other
Nazgul about this one. They’ll never believe it! Well, gotta fly. See ya. (Nazgul flies away.)
Eowyn: AAAAAAAH! Foul, foul dwimmerlaik!!!
Witch-king (from a distance): Thanks again!