Aragorn: You have some skill with a blade. Eowyn: The women of this country learned long ago, those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain. Aragorn: What do you fear, my lady? Eowyn: A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire. Aragorn: You are a daughter of kings, a shield maiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate.
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One ring to rule them all. One ring to find them. One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.
Gandalf: Look to my coming on the first light of the fifth day, at dawn look to the east.
Legolas: They're taking the Hobbits to Isengard.
Legolas: A red sun rises, blood has been spilled this night.
Gandalf: The battle of Helm's Deep is over; the battle for Middle-earth is about to begin.
Ugluk: Looks like meat's back on the menu, boys!
Gimli: But that one counts as mine!
Gimli: This new Gandalf is more grumpy than the old one.
Grima Wormtongue: His staff. I told you to take the Wizard's staff.
Gimli: Bring your pretty face to my axe.
Gandalf: Look to my coming on the first light of the fifth day, at dawn look to the east.
Ugluk: Looks like meat's back on the menu, boys!
Aragorn: In one thing you haven't changed, my friend - you still speak in riddles.
Gimli: You could have picked a better spot.
Gimli: This new Gandalf is more grumpy than the old one.
Gimli: Bring your pretty face to my axe.
Frodo: I can't do this, Sam. Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something. Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam? Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.
Gimli: What's happening out there? Legolas: Shall I describe it to you? Gimli: Hmm? Legolas: Or would you like me to find you a box?
Legolas: Final count, forty-two. Gimli: Forty-two? Oh, that's not bad for a pointy-eared elvish princeling. Hmph! I myself am sitting pretty on forty-THREE. Legolas: Forty-three. Gimli: He was already dead! Legolas: He was twitching. Gimli: He was *twitching* because he's got my axe EMBEDDED IN HIS NERVOUS SYSTEM!
Theoden: Simbelmyne. Ever has it grown on the tombs of my forebears. Now it shall cover the grave of my son. Alas, that these evil days should be mine. The young perish and the old linger. That I should live to see that last days of my house. Gandalf: Theodred's death was not of your making. Theoden: No parent should have to bury their child. Gandalf: He was strong in life. His spirit will find the way to the halls of your fathers.
Gollum: We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false! Smeagol: No. Not master! Gollum: Yes, precious, false! They will cheat you, hurt you, LIE. Smeagol: Master is my friend. Gollum: You don't have any friends; nobody likes you! Smeagol: I'm not listening... I'm not listening... Gollum: You're a liar and a thief. Smeagol: No. Gollum: *Murderer*. Smeagol: Go away! Gollum: "Go away?" Smeagol: I hate you. I *hate* you. Gollum: Where would you be without me, uh? gollum, gollum... *I* saved us! It was me! *We* survived because of *me*! Smeagol: Not anymore. Gollum: What did you say? Smeagol: Master looks after us now. We don't need you anymore. Gollum: What? Smeagol: Leave now, and never come back! Gollum: No! Smeagol: Leave now, and never come back! Smeagol: LEAVE! NOW! AND NEVER COME BACK! Smeagol: We told him to go away... and away he goes, Precious! Gone, gone, gone! SMEAGOL IS FREE!
Theoden: So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate? Aragorn: Ride out with me. Ride out and meet them. Theoden: For death and glory. Aragorn: For Rohan. For your people. Theoden: The Horn of Helm Hammerhand will sound in the deep, one last time!
Gandalf: The veiling shadow that glowers in the East takes shape. Sauron will suffer no rival. From the summit of Barad-dur his eye watches ceaselessly. But he is not so mighty yet that he is above fear. Doubt ever gnaws at him. The rumor has reached him. The heir of Numenor still lives. Sauron fears you, Aragorn. He fears what you may become. And so he will strike hard and fast at the world of Men. He will use his puppet Saruman to destroy Rohan. War is coming. Rohan must defend itself, and therein lies our first challenge, for Rohan is weak and ready to fall. The King's mind is enslaved; it's an old device of Saruman's. His hold over King Theoden is now very strong. Sauron and Saruman are tightening the noose. But, for all their cunning, we have one advantage. The Ring remains hidden. And that we should seek to destroy it has not yet entered their darkest dreams. And so the weapon of the Enemy is moving towards Mordor in the hands of a Hobbit. Each day brings it closer to the fires of Mount Doom. We must trust now in Frodo. Everything depends now upon speed and upon the secrecy of his quest. Do not regret your decision to leave him. Frodo must finish this task alone. Aragorn: He's not alone. Sam went with him. Gandalf: Did he? Did he indeed? Good. Yes, very good.
Eomer: What business does an Elf, Man, and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly. Gimli: Give me your name, horse-master, and I shall give you mine. Eomer: I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground. Legolas: You would die before your stroke fell.
Aragorn: You have some skill with a blade. Eowyn: The women of this country learned long ago, those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain. Aragorn: What do you fear, my lady? Eowyn: A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire. Aragorn: You are a daughter of kings, a shield maiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate.
Haldir: I bring word from Lord Elrond of Rivendell. An Alliance once existed between Elves and Men. Long ago we fought and died together. We come to honor that allegiance. Aragorn: Mae govannen, Haldir. You are most welcome. Haldir: We are proud to fight alongside Men once more.
Gimli: It's true you don't see many Dwarf-women. And in fact, they are so alike in voice and appearance, that they are often mistaken for Dwarf-men. Aragorn: It's the beards. Gimli: And this in turn has given rise to the belief that there are no Dwarf-women, and that Dwarves just spring out of holes in the ground! Gimli: Which is, of course, ridiculous.
Treebeard: Saruman! A wizard should know better! Treebeard: There is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of men for this treachery. Pippin: Look, the trees! They're moving! Merry: Where are they going? Treebeard: They have business with the Orcs. My business is with Isengard tonight, with rock and stone. Treebeard: Hroom, hm, come, my friends. The Ents are going to war. It is likely that we go to our doom. The last march of the Ents.
Legolas: That is one of the Mearas, unless my eyes are cheated by some spell. Gandalf: Shadowfax. He is the lord of all horses and has been my friend through many dangers.
Aragorn: Gimli, lower your axe. Legolas: They have feelings, my friend. The elves began it, waking up the trees, teaching them to speak. Gimli: Talking trees. What do trees have to talk about, hmm... except the consistency of squirrel droppings?
Merry: You're taller. Pippin: Who? Merry: You! Pippin: Than what? Merry: Than *me*! Pippin: I've always been taller than you. Merry: Pippin, everyone knows *I'm* the tall one. *You're* the short one. Pippin: Please, Merry. You're what, three-foot-six? At the most? Whereas me, I'm pushing three-seven, three-eight. Merry: Three-foot-eight? You did something.
Treebeard: Many of these trees were my friends. Creatures I had known from nut or acorn. Pippin: I'm sorry, Treebeard. Treebeard: They had voices of their own. Saruman! A wizard should know better!
Legolas: Look at them. They're frightened. You can see it in their eyes. Legolas: And they should be. Three hundred... against ten thousand! Aragorn: They have a better chance defending themselves here than at Edoras... Legolas: Aragorn... they cannot win this fight. They are all going to die! Aragorn: Then I shall die as one of them!
Gollum: Oh! Cruel Hobbit! It does not care if we be hungry. It does not care if we should die! Not like Master. Master cares. Master knows. Yes, Precious... Gollum: Once it takes hold of us it never lets go.
Faramir: My men tell me that you are Orc spies. Sam: Spies! Now wait just a minute! Faramir: Well, if you're not spies, then who are you? Faramir: Speak! Frodo: We are Hobbits of the Shire. Frodo Baggins is my name and this is Samwise Gamgee. Faramir: Your bodyguard? Sam: His gardener. Faramir: And where is your skulking friend? That gangrel creature. He had an ill-favoured look. Frodo: There was no other. We set out from Rivendell with seven companions. One we lost in Moria. Two were my kin. A dwarf there was also. And an elf. And two men. Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and Boromir of Gondor. Faramir: You are a friend of Boromir? Frodo: Yes, for my part. Faramir: It would grieve you then to learn that he is dead. Frodo: Dead? How? When? Faramir: As one of his companions, I had hope you would tell me. He was my brother.
Gimli: Whatever luck you live by... let's hope it lasts the night. Legolas: Your friends are with you, Aragorn. Gimli: Let's hope they last the night...
Saruman: If the wall is breached, Helm's Deep will fall. Wormtongue: Even if it is breached, it will take a number beyond reckoning, thousands, to storm the keep. Saruman: Tens of thousands. Wormtongue: But, my lord, there is no such force.
Merry: He doesn't look too happy, does he? Pippin: Not too happy at all, Merry. Merry: Still, I suppose the view would be quite nice from up there. Pippin: Oh yes, it's a quality establishment. I hear the staff are VERY good.
Gandalf: Three hundred lives of men I have walked this earth and now I have no time.
Gimli: I'm wasted on cross-country! We Dwarves are natural sprinters, very dangerous over short distances.
Sam: Hey, Stinker! Don't go getting too far ahead. Frodo: Why do you do that? Sam: What? Frodo: Call him names, run him down all the time. Sam: Because... because that's what he is, Mr. Frodo. There's naught left in him but lies and deceit. It's the ring he wants; it's all he cares about. Frodo: You have no idea what it did to him... what it's still doing to him. I want to help him, Sam. Sam: Why? Frodo: Because I have to believe he can come back. Sam: You can't save him, Mr. Frodo. Frodo: What do you know about it? Nothing!... I'm sorry, Sam. I don't know why I said that. Sam: I do. It's the ring. You can't take your eyes off it; I've seen you. You're not eating. You barely sleep. It's taken ahold of you, Mr. Frodo. You have to fight it. Frodo: I know what I have to do, Sam. The ring was entrusted to *me*. It's my task, mine, my own! Sam: Can't you hear yourself? Don't you know who you sound like?
Eomer: What business does an Elf, a Man, and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly! Gimli: Give me your name, Horse-master, and I shall give you mine. Eomer: I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground. Legolas: You would die before your stroke fell. Aragorn: I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Glóin, and Legolas of the Woodland Realm. We are friends of Rohan, and of Théoden, your King. Eomer: Théoden no longer recognizes friend from foe. Not even his own kin. Eomer: Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king and claimed lordship over these lands. My company are those loyal to Rohan, and for that we are banished. The White Wizard is cunning. He walks here and there, they say, as an old man hooded and cloaked. And everywhere his spies slip past our nets. Aragorn: We are no spies. We track a party of Uruk-Hai, westward across the plain. They have taken two of our friends captive. Eomer: The Uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them during the night. Gimli: But there were two Hobbits! Did you see two Hobbits with 'em? Aragorn: They would be small. Only children to your eyes. Eomer: We left none alive. We piled the carcasses and burned them. Gimli: Dead? Eomer: I am sorry. Eomer: Hasufel! Arod! May these horses bear you to better fortune than their former masters. Farewell. Eomer: Look for your friends. But do not trust to hope. It has forsaken these lands.
