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Can you see the bottom?

Frodo: No! Don´t look down, Sam! Just keep going!
Sam: Catch it! Grab it, Mr. Frodo!
Mr. Frodo!
Frodo: I think I´ve found the bottom.
Sam: Bogs and rope, and goodness knows what. It´s not natural. None of it.
Frodo: What´s in this?
Sam: Nothing. Just a bit of seasoning. I thought maybe if we was having a roast chicken one night or something
Frodo: Roast chicken?!
Sam: You never know.
Frodo: Sam. My dear Sam
Sam: It´s very special, that. It´s the best salt in all the Shire.

It is special. It´s a little bit of home.



Gimli: Three days and nights pursuit. No food. No rest. And no sign of our quarry, but what bare rock can tell.


Aragorn: Not idly do the leaves of Lórien fall.
Legolas: They may jet been alive.
Aragorn: Less than a day ahead of us. Come.
Legolas: Come, Gimli! We´re gaining on them!
Gimli: I´m wasted on cross-country. We Dwarves are natural sprinters. Very dangerous over short distances.


Aragorn: Rohan. Home of the Horse-lords. There´s something strange at work here. Some evil gives speed to these creatures. Sets its will against us.


Saruman: The world is changing. Who now has the strength to stand against the armies of Isengard and Mordor? To stand against the might of Sauron and Saruman and the union of the two towers? Together, my Lord Sauron we shall rule this Middle-earth.


Saruman: The Old World will burn in the fires of industry. The forests will fall. A new order will rise. We will drive the machine of war with the sword and the speer and the iron fists of the Orc.


Éowyn: Your son is badly wounded, my lord.
Éomer: He was ambushed by Orcs. If we don´t defend our country, Saruman will take it by force.
Grima: That is a lie. Saruman the White has ever been our friend and ally.
Théoden: Grima.
Éomer: Orcs are roaming freely across our lands. Unchecked. Unchallenged. Killing at will. Orcs bearing the White Hand of Saruman.
Grima: Why do you lay these troubles on an already troubled mind? Can you not see? Your uncle is wearied by your malcontent, your warmongering.
Eómer: Warmongering? How long is it since Saruman bought you? What was the promised price, Grima? When all the Men are dead, you will take your share of the treasure? ...Too long have you watched my sister. Too long have you haunted her steps.
Gríma: You see much, Éomer , son of Éomund. Too much. You are banished forthwith from the kingdom of Rohan and all its domains under pain of death.
Éomer: You have no authority here. Your orders means nothing.

This order does not come from me. It comes from the king. He signed it this morning.



Gimli: Keep breathing. That´s the key. Breathe.


Uruk-hai 1: I´m straving. We ain´t had nothing but maggoty bread for three stinking days.
Orc 1: Yeah! Why can´t we have some meat?! What about them? They are fresh.
Urûk-hai 2: They are not for eating.
Orc 2: What about their legs? They don´t need those. They look tasty.
Urûk-hai 2: Get back, scum! The prisoners go to Saruman. Alive and unspoiled.
Orc 2: Alive? Why alive? Do they give good sport?
Urûk-hai 2: They have something. An Elvish weapon. The master wants it for the war.
Pippin: They think we have the Ring.
Merry: Shhhh. As soon as they find out we don´t, we´re dead.
Orc 1: Just a mouthful, a bit of the flank.
Urûk-hai 2:

Looks like meat´s back on the menu, boys.



Legolas: A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night.


Aragorn: Riders of Rohan, what news from the Mark?
Éomer: What business does an Elf, a Man and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly!
Gimli: Give me your name, horse-master, and I shall give you mine.
Éomer: I would cut off your head, dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground.
Legolas: You would die before your stroke fell.
Aragorn: I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Glóin, and Legolas from the Woodland Realm. We´re friend of Rohan and of Théoden, your king.
Éomer: Théoden no longer recognizes friend from foe. Not even his own kin. Saruman has poisened the mind of the king and claimed lordship over these lands. My company are those loyal to Rohan. And for that, we are banished. The White Wizard is cunning. He walks here and there, they say as an old man hooded and cloaked. And everywhere, his spies slip past our nets.
Aragorn: We´re no spies. We track a party of Uruk-hai westward across the plain. They have taken two of our friends captive.
Éomer: The Uruks are destroyed. We slaughterd them during the night.
Gimli: But there were two Hobbits. Did you see two Hobbits with them?
Aragorn: They would be small. Only children to your eyes.
Éomer: We left non alive. We piled the carcasses and burned them.
Gimli: Dead?

I´m sorry. Hasufel! Arod! May these horses bear you to better fortune than their former masters. Farewell. Look for your friends. But do not trust in hope. It has forsaken these lands. We ride north!



Merry: Trees. Climb a tree... He´s gone.
Pippin: Merry!
Orc: Let´s put a maggot hole in your belly!
Pippin: Run, Merry!
Treebeard: Little Orcs. Bru-ra-hroom...
Pippin: It´s talking, Merry. The tree is talking.
Treebeard: Tree? I am no tree. I am an Ent.
Merry: A tree-herder. A shepherd of the forest.
Pippin: Don´t talk to it, Merry. Don´t encourage it!
Treebeard: Treebeard, some call me.
Pippin: And whose side are you on?
Treebeard: Side? I am on nobody´s side because nobody´s on my side, little Orc. Nobody cares for the woods anymore.
Merry: We´re not Orcs! We´re Hobbits!
Treebeard: Hobbits? Never heard of a Hobbit before. Sounds like Ork mischief to me! They come with fire. They come with axes. Gnawing, biting, breaking, hacking, burning! Destroyers and usurpers! Curse them!
Merry: No! You don´t understand. We´re Hobbits! Halflings! Shire-folk!
Treebeard: Maybe you are and maybe you arent´t. The White Wizard will no.
Pippin: The White Wizard?




Gollum: Nice Hobbit.


Sam: There are dead things. Dead faces in the water.
Gollum: All dead. All rotten. Elves and Men and Orcses. A great battle long ago. Dead Marshes. Yes. Yes, that is their name. This way. Don´t follow the lights.


Gollum: Wraights! Wraights on wings! They are calling for it. They are calling for the precious.


Gimli: The air is so close in here.
Legolas: This forest is old. Very old. Full of memory and anger. The trees are speaking to each other.
Aragorn: Gimli! Lower your ax.
Legolas: They have feelings, my friend. The Elves began it. Waking up the trees, teaching them to speak.

Talking trees. What do trees have to talk about? Except the consistency of sqirrel droppings.



Gimli: Are we to leave those poor Hobbits here in this horrid, dark, dank, tree-infested--? ...I mean, charming quite charming forest.
Gandalf: It was more than mere chance that brought Merry and Pippin to Fangorn. A great power has been sleeping here for many long years. The coming of Merry and Pippin will be like the falling of small stones that starts an avalanche in the mountains.
Aragorn: In one thing you have not changed, dear friend. You still speak in riddles.
Gandalf: A thing is about to happen that has not happened since the Elder Days. The Ents are going to wake up and find that they are strong.
Gimli: Strong!? Oh, that´s good.
Gandalf: So stop your fretting, Master Dwarf. Merry and Pippin are quite safe. In fact, they are far safer than you are about to be.

This new Gandalf´s more grumpy than the old one.



Treebeard: Bru-ra-hroom. Don´t be hasty.


Gandalf: Sauron fears you, Aragorn. He fears what you may become. And so he´ll strike hard and fast at the world of Men. He will use his puppet, Saruman, to detroy Rohan. War is coming. Rohan must defend itself, and therein lies our fist challenge for Rohan is weak and ready to fall. The king´s mind is enslaved, it´s an old device of Saruman´s. His hold over King Théoden is now very strong. Sauron and Saruman are tightening the noose. But for all their cunning we have one advantage. The Ring remains hidden. And that we should seek to destroy it has not jet entered their darkest dreams. And so the weapon of the enemy is moving towards Mordor in the hands of a Hobbit. Each day brings it closer to the fires of Mount Doom. We must trust now in Frodo. Everything depends upon speed and the secret of his quest. Do not regret your decision to leave him. Frodo must finish this task alone.
Aragorn: He´s not alone. Sam went with him.

Did he? Did he, indeed? Good. Yes, very good.



Frodo: I do not ask you to come with me, Sam.
Sam: I know, Mr. Frodo.


Merry: Hello? Treebeard? Where has he gone?
Pippin: I had the loveliest dream last night. There was this large barrel, full of pipe-weed. And we smoked all of it. And then were sick. I´d give anything for a whiff of Old Toby.
Merry: Did you hear that? There it is again. Something´s not right here. Not right at all.
Pippin: Bra-hroom
Merry: You just said something...Treeish.
Pippin: No, I didn´t. I was just stretching. Bra-hrom Bra-hrooom
Merry: You´re taller.
Pippin: Who?
Merry: You.
Pippin: Than what?
Merry: Than me!
Pippin: I´ve always been taller than you.
Merry: Pippin, everyone knows I´m the tall one. You´re the short one.
Pippin: Please, Merry. You´re what? Three-foot-six? At the most? Whereas me, I´m pushing 3´7´´. Bra-hroom 3´8´´!
Merry: Three-foot-eight! You did something.
Pippin: Merry, don´t! Don´t drink it! Merry! No, Treebeard said that you shouldn´t have any.
Merry: I want some!
Pippin: It could well be dangerous! Give me it back. Merry! ...What´s happening?
Merry: It´s got my leg!
Pippin: Merry!
Merry: Help!

Away with you. You should not be waking. Eat earth. Dig deep. Drink water. Go to sleep. Away with you. ...Come the forest is waking up. It isn´t safe.



Gandalf: Edoras and the Golden Hall of Meduseld. There dwells Thédon, King of Rohan whose mind is overthrown. Saruman´s hold over King Théoden is now very strong.
Be careful what you say. Do not look for welcome here.


Éowyn: My lord, your son, he is dead. My lord? Uncle? Will you not go to him? Will you do nothing?


Gríma: Oh, he must have died sometime in the night. What a tragedy for the king to lose his only son and heir. I understand. His passing is hard to accept. Especially now that your brother has deserted you.
Éowyn: Leave me alone, snake!
Gríma: Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you´ve spoken to the darkness in the bitter watches of the night when all your life seems to shrink. The walls of your bower closing in about you. A hutch to trammel some wild thing in. So fair. So cold. Like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter´s chill.

Your words are poison.



Gimli: You´ll find more cheer in a graveyard.


Your staff.
You would not part an old man from his walking stick.


Gríma: Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear. Láthspell I name him. Ill news is an ill guest.
Gandalf: Be silent. Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witlss worm.
Gríma: His staff. I told you to take the wizard´s staff.
Gandalf: Théoden, son of Thengel, too long have you sat in the Shadows.
Gimli: I would stay still if I were you.
Gandalf: Hearken to me! I release you from this spell.
Saruman: Ha! You have no power here, Gandalf the Grey.
Gandalf: I will drawn you, Saruman, as poison is drawn from a wound.
Saruman: If I go, Théoden dies.
Gandalf: You did not kill me, you will not kill him.
Saruman: Rohan is mine.
Gandalf: Be gone!
Théoden: I know your face. Éowyn. Éowyn. Gandalf?
Gandalf: Breathe the free air again, my friend.
Théoden: Dark have been my drewams of late.

Your fingers would remember their old strength better if they grasped your sword.



Théoden: Simbelmyne. Ever has it grown on the tombs of my forebearers. Now it shall cover the grave of my son. Alas that these evil days should be mine. The young perish and the old linger. That I should live to see the last days of my house.
Gandalf: Théodred´s death was not of your making.
Théoden: No parent should have to bury their child.

He was strong in life. His spirit will find its way to the halls of your fathers.



Gandalf: The Grey Pilgrim. That´s what they used to call me. Three hundred lives of Men I´ve walked this earth, and now I have no time. With luck, my search will not be in vain. Look to my coming at firth light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the east.


Théoden: I´m ready, Gamling. Bring my horse. This is not a defeat. We will return. We will return.


Aragorn: You have some skill with a blade.
Éowyn: Women of this country learned long ago: Those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain.
Aragorn: What do you fear, my lady?
Éowyn: A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them. And all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.

You´re a daughter of kings, a shieldmaiden of Rohan. I do not think that would be your fate.



Sam: Hey, stinker, don´t go getting too far ahead.
Frodo: Why do you do that?
Sam: What?
Frodo: Call him names. Run him down all the time.
Sam: Because. Because that´s what he is, Mr. Frodo. There´s naught left in him but lies and deceit. It´s the Ring he wants. It´s all he cares about.
Frodo: You have no idea what it did to him, what it´s still doing to him. I want to help him, Sam.
Sam: Why?
Frodo: Because I have to believe he can come back.
Sam: You can´t save him, Mr. Frodo.
Frodo: What do you know about it? Nothing! ...I´m sorry, Sam. I don´t know why I said that.
Sam: I do. It´s the Ring. You can´t take your eyes off it. I´ve seen you. You´re not eating. You barely sleep. It´s taken hold of you, Mr. Frodo. You have to fight it.
Frodo: I know what I have to do, Sam. The Ring was entrusted to me. It´s my task. Mine! My own!

Can´t you hear yourself? Don´t you know who you sound like?



Gollum: We wants it. We needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little Hobbitses. Wicked. Tricksy. False.
Sméagol: No. Not master.
Gollum: Yes, precious. False. They will cheat you, hurt you, lie!
Sméagol: Master´s my friend.
Gollum: You don´t have any friends. Nobody likes you.
Sméagol: Not listening. I´m not listening.
Gollum: You´re a liar and a thief.
Sméagol: No.
Gollum: Murderer.
Sméagol: Go away.
Gollum: Go away?
Sméagol: I hate you. I hate you.
Gollum: Where would you be without me? Gollum. Gollum. I saved us. It was me. We survived because of me.
Sméagol: Not anymore.
Gollum: What did you say?
Sméagol: Master looks after us now. We don´t need you.
Gollum: What?
Sméagol: Leave now and never come back.
Gollum: No.

Leave now and never come back. Leave now and never come back! ... We told him to go away. And away he goes., precious. Gone! Gone! Gone! Sméagol is free!



Gollum: Look. See what Sméagol finds? They are young. They are tender. They are nice. Yes, they are. Eat them. Eat them!
Sam: You make him sick, you will, behaving like that. There´s only one way to eat a brace of coneys.
Gollum: What´s it doing? Stupid, fat Hobbit. It ruins it.
Sam: What´s to ruin? There´s hardly any meat on them. What we need is a few good taters.
Gollum: What´s taters, precious? What´s taters, he?
Sam: Po-ta-toes. Boil them, mash them, stick them in a stew. Lovely, big, golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish. Even you couldn´t say no to that.
Gollum: Oh, yes, we could. Spoil a nice fish. Give it to us raw and wriggling. You keep nasty chips.

You´re hopeless.



Sam: Wait! We´re innocent travelers!
Faramir: There are no travelers in his land. Only servants of the Dark Tower.
Frodo: We are bound to an errand of secrecy. Those that claim to oppose the enemy would do well not to hinder us.

The enemy? His sense of duty was no less than yours, I deem. You wonder what his name is, where he came from. And if he was really evil at heart. What lies or threats led him on this long march from home. If he would not rather have stayed there peace. War will make corpses of us all. Bind their hands.



Gimli: It´s true you don´t see many Dwarf women. And in fact, they are so alike in voice and appearance that they´re often mistaken for Dwarf men.
Aragorn: It´s the beards.


This, in turn, has given rise to the belief that there are no Dwarf women and that Dwarves just spring out of holes in the ground which is, of course, ridiculous.


Théoden: I haven´t seen my niece smile for a long time. She was a girl when they brought her father back dead. Cut down by Orcs. She watched her mother succumb to grief. Then she was left alone, to tend her king in growing fear. Doomed to wait upon an old man, who should have loved her as a father.


Èowyn: I made some stew. It´s not much but it is hot.
Aragorn: Thank you. ... It´s good.
Èowyn: Really?
My uncle told me some strange thing. He said you rode to war with Thengel, my grandfather. But he must be mistaken.
Aragorn: King Théoden has a good memory. He was only a small child at the time.
Èowyn: Then you must be at least 60. Seventy? You cannot be 80?
Aragorn: Eighty-seven.
Èowyn: You are one of the Dúnedain. A descendant of Númenor, blessed with long life. It was said that your race had passed into legend.
Aragorn: There are few of us left. The Northern Kingdom was destroyed long ago.

I´m sorry. Please, eat.



Arwen: The light of the Elvenstar does not wax and wane. It is mine to give to whom I will. Like my heart. Go to sleep.
Aragorn: I am asleep. This is a dream.
Arwen: Than it is a good dream. Sleep.
Aragorn: (in elvish) You told me once this day would come.
Arwen: (in elvish) This is not the end... it is the beginning. You must go with Frodo. That is your path.
Aragorn: (in elvish) My path is hidden from me.
Arwen: (in elvish) It is laid before your feet. You cannot falter now.
Aragorn: Arwen...

(in elvish) If you trust nothing else trust this, trust us.



Èowyn: Where is she? The woman who gave you that jewel.
Èowyn: My lord?
Aragorn: She is sailing to the Undying Lands with all that is left of her kin.


Elrond: Our time here is ending. Arwen´s time is ending. Let her go. Let her take the ship into the west. Let her bear away her love for you to the Undying Lands. There it will be ever green.
Aragorn: But never more than memory.
Elrond: I will not leave my daughter here to die.
Aragorn: She stays because she still has hope.

She stays for you. She belongs with her people.



Arwen: (in elvish) Is this how you would take your leave? Did you think you could slip away at first light – unnoticed?
Aragorn: (in elvish) I will not be coming back.
Arwen: (in elvish) You underestimate your still in battle. You will come back.
Aragorn: (in elvish) It is not death in battle that I speak.
Arwen: (in elvish) What do you speak of?
Aragorn: (in elvish) You have a chance for another life away from war ...grief ...despair.
Arwen: Why are you saying this?
Aragorn: I am mortal. You are Elf-kind. It was a dream, Arwen. Nothing more.
Arwen: I don´t believe you.
Aragorn: This belongs to you.

It was a gift. Keep it.



Théoden: You must lead the people toHelm´s Deep, and make haste.
Éowyn: I can fight.
Théoden: No! You must do this, for me.


Éowyn: So few. So few of you have returned.
Théoden: Our people are safe. We have paid for it with many lives.
Gimli: My lady.
Éowyn: Lord Aragorn, where is he?
Gimli: He fell.


Saruman: A new power is rising. Its victory is at hand. This night the land will be strained with the blood of Rohan! March to Helm´s Deep. Leave none alive! To war! ... There will be no dawn for Men.


Elrond: (in elvish) Arwen. It is time. The ships are leaving for Valinor. Go now... before it is too late.
Arwen: I have made my choice.
Elrond: He is not coming back. Why do you linger here when there is no hope?
Arwen: There is still hope.
Elrond: If Aragorn survives this war, you will still be parted. If Sauron is defeated and Aragorn made king and all that you hope for comes true you will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality. Wether by the sword or the slow decay of time Aragorn will die. And there will be no comfort for you, no comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death, an image of the splendor of the kings of Men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, my daughter, you will linger on in darkness and in doubt as nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Here you will dwell bound to your grief under the fading trees until all the world is changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent. Arwen. There is nothing for you here, only death.
(in elvish) Do I not have your love?

(in elvish) You have my love, father.




The power of the enemy is growing. Sauron will use his puppet, Saruman to desroy the people of Rohan. Isengard has been unleashed. The Eye of Sauron now turns to Gondor, the last free kingdom of Men. His war on this country will come swiftly. He senses the Ring is close. The strength of the Ring-bearer is failing. In his heart, Frodo begins to understand the quest will claim his life. You know this. You have foreseen it. It is the risk we all took. In the gathering dark, the will of the Ring grows strong. It works hard now to find its way back into the hands of Men. Men, who are so easily seduced by its power. The young captain of Gondor has but to extend his hand take the Ring for his own, and he world will fall. It is close now. So close to achieving its goal. For Sauron will have dominion over all life on this Earth even unto to the ending of the world. The time of the Elves is over. Do we leave Middle-earth to its fate? Do we let them stand alone?



Frodo: We are Hobbits of the Shire. Frodo Baggins is my name, and this is Samwise Gamgee.
Faramir: Your bodyguard?
Sam: His gardener.


Boromir: His city was once the jewel of our kingdom. A place of light and beauty and music. And so it shall be once more! Let the armies of Mordor know this: Never again will the land of my people fall into enemy hands. This city of Osgiliath has been reclaimed for Gondor! For Gondor! For Gondor!


Faramir: Good speech. Nice and short.
Boromir: Leaves more time for drinking! Break out the ale! These men are thirsty! Remember today, little brother. Today, life is good. ...What?
Faramir: He´s here.
Boromir: Moment of peace, can he not give us that?
Denethor: Where is he? Where is Gondor´s finest? Where´s my first-born?
Boromir: Father!
Denethor: They say you vanquished the enemy almost single-handedly.
Boromir: They exaggerate. The victory belongs to Faramir also.
Denethor: But for Faramir, this city would till be standing. Were you not entrusted to protect it?
Faramir: I would have done, but our numbers were too few.
Denethor: Oh, too few.You let the enemy walk in and take it on a whim. Always you cast a poor reflection on me.
Faramir: That is not my intent.
Boromir: You give him no credit. And yet he tries to do your will. He loves you, Father.
Denethor: Do not trouble me with Faramir. I know his uses, and they are few. We have more urgent things to speak of. Elrond of Rivendell has called a meating. He will not say why, but I have guessed its purpose. It is rumored that the weapon of the enemy has been found.
Boromir: The One Ring. Isildur´s Bane.
Denethor: It has fallen into the hands of the Elves. Everyone will try to claim it: Men, Dwarves, wizards. We cannot let that happen. This thing must come to Gondor.
Boromir: Gondor.
Denethor: It´s dangerous, I know. Ever the Ring will seek to corrupt the hearts of lesser Men. But you, you are strong. And our need is great. It is our blood which is being spilled, our people who are dying. Sauron is biding his time. He´s massing fresh armies. He will return. And when he does, we will be powerless to stop him. You must go. Bring me back this mighty gift.
Boromir: No. My place is here with my people. Not in Rivendell.
Denethor: Would you deny your own father?
Faramir: If there is need to go to Rivendell send me in his stead.

You? Oh, I see. A chance for Faramir, Captain of Gondor, to show his quality. I think not. I trust this mission only to your brother. The one who will not fail me.



Boromir: Remember today, little brother.


Gollom: Sméagol. Why does it cry, Sméagol?
Sméagol: Cruel Men hurts us. Master tricksed us.
Gollom: Of course he did. I told you he was tricksy. I told you he was false.
Sméagol: Master is our friend. Our friend.
Gollom: Master betrayed us.
Sméagol: No. Not its business. Leave us alone.
Gollom: Filthy little Hobbitses! They stole it from us!
Sméagol: No, no.
Faramir: What did they steal?

My precious!



Faramir: So this is the answer to all the riddles. Here in the Wild I have you, two Halflings and a host of men at my call. The Ring of power within my grasp. A chance for Faramir, Captain of Gondor, to show his quality.
Frodo: No!
Sam: Stop it! Leave him alone. Don´t you understand? He´s got to destroy it! That´s where we´re going, into Mordor. To the Mountain of Fire!
Ranger: Osgiliath is under attack. They call for reinforcements.
Sam: Please. It´s such a burden. Will you not help him?
Ranger: Captain?

Prepare to leave. The Ring will go to Gondor.



Gimli: Where is he? Where is he? Get out of the way! I´m going to kill him! You are the luckiest, the canniest and the most reckless man I ever knew. Bless you, laddie.


Legolas: (in elvish) You´re late. ...You look terrible.


Théoden: They will break upon this fortress like water on rock. Saruman´s hordes will pillage and burn. We´ve seen it before. Crops can be resown, homes rebuilt. Within these walls we will outlast them.
Aragorn: They do not come to destroy Rohan´s crops or villages. They come to destroy its people down to the last child.
Théoden: What would you have me do? 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 rememberance.
Aragorn: Send out rider, my lord. You must call for aid.
Théoden: And who will come? Elves? Dwarves? We are not so lucky in our friends as you. The old alliances ar dead.
Aragorn: Gondor will answer.

Gondor?! Where was Gondor when the Westfold fell?! Where was Gondor when our enemies closed in around us?! Where was Gon...? No, my Lord Aragorn, we are alone.



Éowyn: I´m to be send with the women into the caves.
Aragorn: That is an honorable charge.
Éowyn: To mind the children, to find food and bedding when the men return. What renown is there in that?
Aragorn: My lady, a time may come for valor without renown. Who then will your people look to in the last defense?
Éowyn: Let me stand at your side.
Aragorn: It is not in my power to command it.

You do not command the others to stay! They fight beside you because they would not be parted from you. Because they love you. ...I´m sorry.



Aragorn: Farmers, farriers, stable boys. These are no soldiers.
Gimli: Most have seen too many winters.
Legolas: Or too few. Look at them. They´re frightened. I can see it in their eyes.
  Boe a hûn: neled herain dan caer menig (And they should be. Three hundred... against ten thousand!)
Aragorn: Si beriathar hýn. Amar nâ ned Edoras. (They have more hope of defending themselves here than at Edoras.)
Legolas: Aragorn, men i ndagor. Hýn ú-... ortheri. Natha daged aen! (They cannot win this fight. They are all going to die!)
Aragorn: Then I shall die as one of them!

Let him go, lad. Let him be.



Gamling: Every villager able to wield a sword has been sent to the armoury. My Lord?
Théoden: Who am I, Gamling?
Gamling: You are our king, sire.
Théoden: And do you trust your king?
Gamling: Your men, my lord, will follow you to whatever end.

To whatever end. Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountains. Like wind in the maedow. The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into Shadow. How did it come to this?



Aragorn: Give me your sword. What is your name?
Haleth: Haleth, son of Háma, my lord. The men are saying we will not live out the night. They say that it is hopeless.
Aragorn: This is a good sword. Haleth, son of Hama, there is always hope.


Gimli: We had time, I´d get this adjusted. It´s a bit tight around the chest.


Théoden: How is this possible?
Haldir: I bring word from Elrond of Rivendell. An allegiance once existed between Elves and Men. Long ago we fought and died together. We come to honor that allegiance.
Aragorn: You are most welcome.
Haldir: We are proud to fight alongside Men once more.


Gimli: You could have picked a better spot.


Gimli: Well, lad, whatever luck you live by, let´s hope it lasts the night.
Legolas: Your friends are with you, Aragorn.
Gimli: Let´s hope they last the night.


Gimli: What´s happening out there?
Legolas: Shall I describe it to you? Or would you like me to find you a box?


Aragorn: Ladders!
Gimli: Good!


Gimli: Legolas! Two already!
Legolas: I´m on 17!
Gimli: I´ll have no pointy-ear outscoring me!


Pippin: Maybe Treebeart´s right. We don´t belong here, Merry. It´s too big for us. What can we do in the end? We´ve got the Shire. Maybe we should go home.
Merry: The fires of Isengard will spread and the woods of Tuckborough and Buckland will burn. And ... And all that was once green and good in this world will be gone. There won´t be a Shire, Pippin.


Gimli: Come on. We can take them.
Aragorn: It´s a long way.
Gimli: Toss me.
Aragorn: What?
Gimli: I cannot jump the distance! You´ll have to toss me. Ah ..... don´t tell the Elf!
Aragorn: Not a word.


Treebeard: There is no curse in Elvish, Entish or the tongues of Men for this treachery.
Pippin: Look! The trees! They´removing!
Merry: Where are they going?
Treebeard: They have business with the Orcs. My business is with Isengard tonight with rock and stone.
Merry: Yes.

Come, my friends. The Ents are going to war. It is likely that we go to our doom. Last march of the Ents.



Faramir: Take them to my father. Tell him Faramir sends a mighty gift. A weapon that will change our fortunes in this war.

Do you want to know what happened to Boromir? You want to know why your brother died? He tried to take the Ring from Frodo after swearing an oath to protect him! He tried to kill him! The Ring drove your brother mad!



Théoden: The fortress is taken. It is over.
Aragorn: You said this fortress would never fall while your men defend it. They still defend it. They have died defending it.
Woman: They are breaking in. They have past the door.
Aragorn: Is there no other way for the women and children to get out of the caves? Is there no other way?
Gamling: There is one passage. It leads into the mountains. But they will not get far. The Uruk-hais are too many.
Aragorn: Send word for the women and children to make for the mountain pass. And barricade the entrance!
Théoden: So much death. What can Men do against such reckless hate?
Aragorn: Ride out with me. Ride out and meet them.
Théoden: For death and glory.
Aragorn: For Rohan. For your people.
Gimli: The sun is rising.
(Gandalf:) Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day. At dawn look to the east.
Théoden: Yes. Yes. The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the Deep one last time.
Gimli: Yes!

Let this be the hour when we draw swords together.
Fell deeds, awake. Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red dawn.
Forth Eorlingas!



Gandalf: Théoden King stands alone.
Éomer: Not alone. Rohirrim!
Théoden: Éomer.
Éomer: To the king!


Treebeard: Break the dam! Release the river!


Sam: It´s me. It´s your Sam. Don´t you know your Sam?
Frodo: I can´t do this, Sam.
Sam: I know. It´s all wrong. By rights we shouldn´t even be here. But we are.
It´s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn´t want to know the end because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened?
But in the end, it´s only a passing thing ...this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer.
Those were the stories that stayed with you, that mean something. Even if you were to small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo. I do understand. I know now. Folk in these stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn´t. They kept going because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding on to, Sam?

That there´s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it´s worth fighting for.



Faramir: I think at last we understand one another, Frodo Baggins.
Ranger: You know the laws of our country, the laws of your father. If you let them go, your life will be forfeit.
Faramir: Then it is forfeit. Release them.


Legolas: Final count - ...42.
Gimli: Forty-two? That´s not bad for a pointy-eared Elvish princeling. I myself am sitting pretty on 43.
Legolas: *shot* Forty-three.
Gimli: He was already dead.
Legolas: He was twitching.

He was twitching because he´s got my ax embedded in his nervous system!



Merry: He doesn´t look too happy, does he?
Pippin: Not too happy at all, Merry.
Merry: Still, I suppose the view would be quite nice from up there.
Pippin: Oh, yes. It´s a quality establishment. I hear the staff are very good. ...What are you doing?
Merry: Nothing. World´s back to normal, that´s all.
Pippin: No, it isn´t. I´m starving.
Merry: Good luck trying to find something decent around here. Probably dead rats and moldy bread.
Merry: Saruman´s storeroom!
Pippin: I don´t believe it.
Merry: It can´t be.
Pippin: It is!
Merry: Longbottom Leaf. The finest pipe-weed in South Farthing.
Pippin: It´s perfect. One barrel each. Wait. Do you think we should share it with Treebeard?
Merry: Share it? No. No. Dead plant and all that. Don´t think he´d understand. Could be a distant relative.
Pippin: Oh. I get it. Don´t be hasty.

Exactly. Bar-hrum.



Faramir: This is the old sewer. Runs right under the river through to the edge of the city. You´ll find cover in the woods there.
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. What road will you take once you reach the woods?
Frodo: Gollum says there´s a path near Minas Morgul that climbs up into the mountains.
Faramir: Cirith Ungol? Is that its name?
Gollum: No. No! Yes.
Faramir: Frodo, they say a dark terror dwells in the passes above Minas Morgul. You cannot go that way.
Gollum: It is the only way. Master says we must go to Mordor, so we must try.
Frodo: I must.
Faramir: Go, Frodo. Go with the goodwill of all Men.
Frodo: Thank you.

(to Gollum) May death find you quickly if you bring them to harm.



Gandalf: Sauron´s wrath will be terrible, his retribution swift. The battle for Helm´s Deep is over. The battle for Middle-earth is abut to begin. All our hopes now lie with two little Hobbits somewhere in the wilderness.


Sam: I wonder if we´ll ever be put into songs or tales.
Frodo: What?
Sam: I wonder if people will ever say, “Let´s hear about Frodo and the ring” And they´ll say, “Yes! That´s one of my favorite stories.” “Frodo was really courageous, wasn´t he, Dad?” “Yes, my boy. The most famousest of Hobbits. And that´s saying a lot.”
Frodo: Well, you´ve left out one of the chief characters: “Samwise, the B crave” I want to hear more about Sam. Frodo wouldn´t have got far without Sam.
Sam: Now, Mr. Frodo, you shouldn´t make fun. I was being serious.
Frodo: So was I.

“Samwise the Brave”



Sméagol: Master looks after us. Master wouldn´t hurt us.
Gollum: Master broke his promise.
Sméagol: Don´t ask Sméagol. Poor, poor Sméagol.
Gollum: Master betrayed us. Wicked. Tricksy. False. We ought to wring his filthy little neck. Kill him! Kill him! Kill them both! And then we take the precious and we be the master!
Sméagol: But the fat Hobbit, he knows. Eyes always watching.
Gollum: Then we stabs them out. Put out his eyeses and make him crawl.
Sméagol: Yes. Yes. Yes.
Gollum: Kill them both.
Sméagol: Yes. No! No! It´s too risky. It´s too risky.
Sam: Where is he? Where has he gone? Hey, Gollum! Where are you?
Frodo: Sméagol?
Gollum: We could let her do it.
Sméagol: Yes. She could do it.
Gollum: Yes, precious, she could. And then we takes it once they´re dead.
Sméagol: Once they´re dead.
Gollum: Shhhhh....
Sméagol: Come on, Hobbits. Long ways to go yet. Sméagol will show you the way.

Follow me.


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