Arwen: From the ashes, a fire shall be woken. A light from the shadow shall spring. Renewed shall be blade that was broken. The crownless again shall be king.
Sam: Give me your hand. Take my hand. Don't you let go. Don't let go... *Reach!*
[Gorbag advances towards Frodo with a knife] Gorbag: I'm gonna bleed you like a stuck pig. [Gorbag is stabbed from behind by Sam] Sam: Not if I stick you first.
[Aragorn is crowned King] Aragorn: This day does not belong to one man but to all. Let us together rebuild this world that we may share in the days of peace.
[Merry gives Pippin a tobacco pouch at their parting] Pippin: The last of the Longbottom leaf? Merry: I know you've run out. You smoke too much, Pip.
Pippin: It's so quiet. Gandalf: It's the deep breath before the plunge. Pippin: I don't want to be in a battle. But waiting on the edge of one I can't escape is even worse.
Pippin: How far is Minas Tirith? Gandalf: Three days' ride, as the Nazgul flies, and you'd better hope we don't have one of those on our tail.
Denethor: No tomb for Denethor and Faramir. No long, slow sleep of death embalmed. We shall burn, like the heathen kings of old. Bring wood and oil.
[Frodo drinks the last drops of water from Sam's waterskin] Frodo: There'll be none left for the return journey. Sam: I don't think there will be a return journey, Mr. Frodo.
Elrond: Your hands are cold. The life of the Eldar is leaving you. Arwen: This was my choice... ada, whether by your will or not, there is no ship now that can bear me hence.
[Gollum and Frodo stand in front of a tunnel opening, and Frodo hesitates to go in] Gollum: It's the only way. Go in, or go back. Frodo: I cannot go back.
King of the Dead: Release us. Gimli: Bad idea. Very handy in a tight spot, these lads, despite the fact they're dead.
Legolas: Lembas! [nibbles a corner] Legolas: One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man! Merry: [to Pippin] How many did you eat? Pippin: Four. [burps]
Sam: I made a promise, Mr Frodo. A promise. "Don't you leave him Samwise Gamgee." And I don't mean to. I don't mean to.
[an ominous roar is heard, and fire illuminates the hall of Moria] Boromir: What is this new devilry? Gandalf: A Balrog. A demon of the ancient world. This foe is beyond any of you. Run!
[Bilbo enters his house, satisfied because of his escape from his own birtday party] Gandalf: I suppose you think that was terribly clever.
Gimli: Dwarf doors are invisible when closed. Gandalf: Yes, Gimli, their own masters cannot find them, if their secrets are forgotten. Legolas: Why doesn't that surprise me?
Legolas: A lament for Gandalf... [heard in the background] Merry: What do they say about him? Legolas: I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near.
Galadriel: [to Fellowship] The Quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little, and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while the Company is true.
[on the mountain] Legolas: There is a fell voice on the air. Gandalf: It's Saruman! [avalanches start] Aragorn: He's trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf, we must turn back! Gandalf: No!
Gandalf: [pointing to a tunnel] There! Merry: He remembered! Gandalf: No, but the air doesn't smell so foul here. If in doubt, Meriadoc, always follow your nose.
