“Westron is a soft language: it runs in your mouth like water, so easy on lips and tongue that even a child or a toothless old creature can speak it. It’s full of double-meanings and ambiguity; such a language lends himself to any deception,” Thorin declared. “Not Khuzdul. Ours is a language for truth; it’s harsh and demanding: we’re not used to waste our breaths and words with Khuzdul. It is a language to command dwarves in battles, and take sacred oaths.”
(My Fair Hobbit, chapter II)
A small gift from my work-in-progress for you lovely followers who support my inspiration and bear my ramblings! I’d just finished the fifth chapter and I felt like celebrating with some editing.