Sam: I'm sorry to wake you, Mr. Frodo. We have to be moving on. [Slowly Frodo gets up, his voice sounding wearied] Frodo: It's dark still... Sam: It's always dark here.
Witch King: Send forth all legions. Do not stop the attack until the city is taken. Slay them all. Gothmog: What of the wizard? Witch King: I will break him.
Gandalf: If the beacons of Gondor are lit, Rohan must be ready for war. Theoden: Tell me, why should we ride to the aid of those who did not come to ours? What do we owe Gondor?
Aragorn: What say you? What say you? I am Isildur's heir. Fight for me. And I will hold your oaths fulfilled. What say you?
Gandalf: Our enemy is ready, his full strength gathered. Not only orcs, but men as well: legions of Haradrim from the south, mercenaries from the coast. All will answer Mordor's call.
Gimli: [failing to see over the wall] What's happening out there? Legolas: Shall I describe it to you? Gimli: [turns] Hmm? Legolas: Or would you like me to find you a box? [Gimli laughs]
Gollum: [singing] The rock and pool, is nice and cool, so juicy sweet. Our only wish, [he whacks the fish on the rock] Gollum: to catch a fish, [another whack] Gollum: so juicy sweet.
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: [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.
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!
Gollum: I found it, I did. A way through the marshes. Orcs don't use it. Orcs don't know it. They go round for miles and miles. Come Hobbitses, soft and quick as shadows we must be.
Sam: Captain Faramir, you have shown your quality, sir - the very highest. Faramir: The Shire must truly be a great realm, Master Gamgee, where gardeners are held in high honor.
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But the only measure that he knows is desire desire for power and so he judges all hearts. Into his heart the thought will not enter that any will refuse it that having the Ring we may seek to destroy it. If we seek this we shall put him out of recko...
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Aragorn: We have time. Every day Frodo moves closer to Mordor. Gandalf: Do we know that? Aragorn: What does your heart tell you? Gandalf: That Frodo is alive. Yes. Yes, he's alive.
Gamling: He leaves because there is no hope. Theoden: He leaves because he must. Gamling: Too few have come. We cannot defeat the armies of Mordor. Theoden: No. We cannot. But we will meet them in battle nonetheless.
Gollum: She's always hungry. She always needs to feed. She must eat. All she gets is nasty Orcses. Smeagol: And they doesn't taste very nice, does they, Precious? Gollum: No. Not very nice at all, my love.
Faramir: Mithrandir! They broke through our defenses! They've taken the bridge and the west bank. Battalions of Orcs are crossing the river. Irolas: It is as the Lord Denethor predicted. Long has he forseen this doom. Gandalf: Forseen and done nothin...
Sam: [tearing the spider silk away from Frodo's face] Oh no! Frodo... Mr. Frodo, wake up... Don't leave me here alone. Don't go where I can't follow... Wake up.
Saruman: What is the house of Rohan but a thatched barn where brigands drink in the reek and rats roll on the floor with the dogs? The victory at Helm's Deep does not belong to you, Théoden, horsemaster! You are a lesser son of greater sires.
