I think it was annoyance with [noparse][Thorin’s][/noparse] haughty disregard of
Hobbits that first put into my head the idea of entangling him with them…
“…some of [noparse][the Hobbits’][/noparse] dwellings have fairer things in them than you can boast here, Thorin. The
Hobbit that I have in mind has ornaments of gold, and eats with silver tools, and drinks wine out of shapely crystal.”
“Ah! I see your drift at last,” said
Balin. “He is a thief, then? That is why you recommend him?”
At that I fear I lost my temper and my caution. This Dwarvish conceit that no one can have or make anything “of value” save themselves, and that all fine things in other hands must have been got, if not stolen, from the Dwarves at some time, was more than I could stand at that moment. “A thief?” I said, laughing. “Why yes, a professional thief, of course! … I will put the thief's mark on his door, and then you will find it.”