Hobbit: Okay, so we need to do something about the wargs, the Lonelands are crawling with them.
Ilyien, covered in fresh warg-bites: Yeah, I agree on that one, pintsize...
Hobbit: I have a plan ready. Go fetch me some lynx-meat, yeah?
Ilyien: ... Lynx-meat.
Hobbit: Yes. Everyone knows dog-like things love to eat cat-like things.
Ilyien: Hang on, wha-
Hobbit: Also, how about you kill some of the wargs? They're smarter than your average wolf or dog - meaning, you can piss them off, and if they're pissed off they'll make mistakes.
Ilyien: This doesn't-
Hobbit: The logic checks out, I'm telling you! Go on, hurry up! I promise, my master plan to get rid of the wargs will work just fine!
Ilyien, stumbling down the hill in a daze to go kill some lynxes: every damn hobbit i've met so far has proven to in one way or another be somewhat insane, and this one's a hobbit alone among Men in the fucking Lonelands, he's bound to be the fucking worst of the lot, what the fuck is going on, I want to go home