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.
Bilbo: Mrs Bracegirdle, how nice to see you. Welcome welcome. Are all these children yours? Mrs. Bracegirdle: Yeah. Bilbo: Good gracious, you have been productive.
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.
Gimli: [upon entering Moria] Soon Master Elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the Dwarves. Roaring fires, malt beer, ripe meat off the bone.
Galadriel: For you, Samwise Gamgee, Elven rope, made of hithline. Sam: Thank You M'Lady... Have you ran out of those nice shiny daggers?
Bilbo: [to Frodo] I am sorry I brought this upon you, my boy. I'm sorry that... you must carry this burden. I'm sorry for everything.
Boromir: Gandalf's death was not in vain. Nor would he have you give up hope. You carry a heavy burden, Frodo. Don't carry the weight of the dead.
[the Fellowship is deciding whether to go through Moria, or continue over the mountain] Gandalf: Let the Ring-bearer decide. Frodo: We will go through the mines. Gandalf: So be it.
[a Nazgul appears before a Hobbit] Ringwraith: Shiiire... Baaaggins... Farmer Maggot: [visibly scared] There's no Bagginses 'round here... they're all up in Hobbiton. [pauses, then points] Farmer Maggot: That way!
[Frodo has been stabbed by a Morgul-blade] Pippin: Is he going to die? Aragorn: He is passing into the Shadow World. He'll soon become a wraith like them.
[a wall of soldiers line the ramparts - the top of Gimli's helm barely peeks over the top] Gimli: [to Legolas] You could have picked a better spot.
Gandalf: [to Grima] Be silent. Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I did not pass through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm.
Theoden: Let this be the hour when we draw swords together. Fell deeds awake. Now for wrath, now for ruin, and the red dawn. Forth, Eorlingas!
[after meeting with Gandalf in Fangorn Forest] Aragorn: In one thing you haven't changed, my friend - you still speak in riddles.
