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.
Elrond: [of Aragorn] He is not coming back. Why do you linger here when there is no hope? Arwen: There is still hope.
Gollum: He wants the Precious. Always he is looking for it. And the Precious is wanting to go back to him... But we mustn't let him have it.
Galadriel: The time of the Elves is over. Do we leave Middle-earth to its fate? Do we let them stand alone?
Treebeard: [of Orcs] They come with fire, they come with axes... gnawing, biting, breaking, hacking, burning! Destroyers and usurpers, curse them!
Treebeard: [to Merry and Pippin] I promised Gandalf I would keep you safe and safe is where I'll keep you.
Frodo: [waking up from a nightmare] Gandalf! Sam: What is it, Mr. Frodo? Frodo: Nothing... just a dream.
Theoden: Look at my men. Their courage hangs by a thread. If this is to be our end, then I would have them make such an end, as to be worthy of remembrance.
Eomer: [to Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas] [whistles] Eomer: Hasufel! Arod! May these horses bear you to better fortune than their former masters.
Aragorn: Legolas! What do your Elf eyes see? Legolas: The Uruks turn Northeast. They're taking the Hobbits to Isengard! Aragorn: Sauraman.
[Aragorn walks through the ranks of Elven defenders of Helm's Deep] Aragorn: [In Elvish] Show them no mercy... for you shall receive none!
Frodo: [of Gollum] Maybe he does deserve to die, but now that I see him I do pity him.
[Rangers try to capture Gollum, who is resisting] Frodo: Stop! This creature is bound to me and I to him. He is our guide.
Aragorn: [Théoden threatens to kill Wormtongue] No, my lord - let him go. Enough blood has been spilt on his account.
People's hands fascinate me. It's tempting to look at a businessman's left hand and see if there's an indentation from a missing wedding ring. Or maybe there's a tan line and the skin is pressed down where's he's worked a ring off his finger.
I've chosen my wedding ring large and heavy to continue forever. But exactly because of that all the time that Dave and I have an argument I feel it like handcuffs, and on anger time I throw it in a basket. Poor Dave, he bought me three wedding rings...
Can you define "plan" as "a loose sequence of manifestly inadequate observations and conjectures, held together by panic, indecision, and ignorance"? If so, it was a very good plan.
These words dropped into my childish mind as if you should accidentally drop a ring into a deep well. I did not think of them much at the time, but there came a day in my life when the ring was fished up out of the well, good as new.
The mob is a sort of bear; while your ring is through its nose, it will even dance under your cudgel; but should the ring slip, and you lose your hold, the brute will turn and rend you.
I don't like telephones: I don't like when they ring. Just because it rings, you have to pick it up. I don't even like opening mail; I'm weird.
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.
