Gimli: [exhausted from running] Keep breathing. That's the key. Breathe.
[Pippin seemingly burps in an Entish language, after drinking their beverage] Merry: You just said something... treeish!
Faramir: [to Frodo and Sam] 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? [they remain silent, Faramir sighs and sits] Faramir: Speak! Frodo: We are Hobbits of the Shi...
Gandalf: Gandalf? Yes... that was what they used to call me. Gandalf the Gray. That was my name. Gimli: Gandalf... Gandalf: *I* am Gandalf the White. And I come back to you now - at the turn of the tide.
Sam: [to Faramir] You want to know what happened to Boromir? Do you want to know why your brother died? He tried to take the Ring from Frodo, after swearing an oath to protect him! He tried to kill him! The Ring drove your brother mad.
Sam: [sees corpses in the marsh] There are dead things! Dead faces in the water. Gollum: All dead... all rotten. Elves and men and orcses. A great battle, long ago. The Dead Marshes... yes, that is their name.
Aragorn: [looking at defenders of Helm's Deep] Farmers, ferriers, stable boys. These are no soldiers. Gimli: Most have seen too many winters. Legolas: Or too few.
Arwen: Go to sleep. Aragorn: I am asleep. This is a dream. Arwen: Then it is a good dream.
Sam: [looking at the Haradrim army] Who are they? Gollum: Wicked men. Servants of Sauron. They are called to Mordor. The Dark One is gathering all armies to him. It won't be long now. He will soon be ready. Sam: Ready to do what? Gollum: To make his ...
Saruman: Together, my lord Sauron, we shall rule this Middle-earth. The old world will burn in the fires of industry. Forests will fall. A new order will rise. We will drive the machine of war with the sword and the spear and the iron fist of the orc...
Faramir: I think at last we understand one another, Frodo Baggins. Madril: You know the laws of our country - the laws of your father. If you let them go your life will be forfeit. Faramir: Then it is forfeit. Release them.
Treebeard: You must understand, young Hobbit, it takes a long time to say anything in Old Entish. And we never say anything unless it is worth taking a long time to say.
Treebeard: We Ents cannot hold back this storm. We must weather such things as we have always done. Merry: How can that be your decision? Treebeard: This is not our war. Merry: But you're part of this world, aren't you?... You must help... please.
Theoden: [after being exorcised] I know your face... Eowyn.
Treebeard: [reacting to Pippin's plan] That doesn't make sense to me. But, then again, you are very small.
Pippin: And whose side are you on? Treebeard: Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little Orc.
Sam: You know I don't usually hold with foreign food, but this Elvish stuff - it's not bad. Frodo: Nothing dampens your spirits Sam. Sam: [looks at the nearing rain clouds] Those rain clouds might.
Saruman: [to the army of Isengard] A new power is rising. Its victory is at hand. This night the land will be stained with the blood of Rohan. March to Helm's Deep. Leave none alive. To war!
