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.
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.
Legolas: Forgive me. I mistook you for Saruman. Gandalf: I am Saruman. Or rather, Saruman as he should have been.
Merry: [to the suggestion of returning home] The fires of Isengard will spread, and the forests of Tuckborough and Buckland will burn. And all that was once great and good in this world will be gone. There won't *be* a Shire, Pippin.
Sam: Mr. Frodo, put the ring on; just this once, disappear. Frodo: I can't... You were right, Sam. The ring is taking me. If I put it on he will find me.
