Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.Galadriel
Hero Orc: The trees are strong, my lord. Their roots go deep.
Saruman: Rip them all down.
Gandalf: But we still have time. Time enough to counter Sauron if we act quickly.
Saruman: Time? What time do you think we have?
Hunt them down. Do not stop until they are found. You do not know pain, you do not know fear. You will taste man-flesh.
The Mouth of Sauron: Ahhh, the halfling was dear to thee, I see. Know that he suffered greatly at the hands of his host. Who knew that one so small could endure so much pain? And he DID Gandalf, he did.
Gimli: [pause; Aragorn rides towards the Mouth of Sauron]
The Mouth of Sauron: And who is this? Isildur's heir? Hmph! It takes more to make a king that a broken elvish blad -...
[Aragorn decapitates the Mouth of Sauron with a swift stroke of his sword Anduril]
Gimli: I guess that concludes negotiations.
Aragorn: I do not believe it! I will not!
Aragorn: Let the lord of the Black Lands come forth, that justice be done upon him!
The Mouth of Sauron: My master, Sauron the Great, bids thee welcome. Is there any in this rout with authority to treat with me?
Gandalf: We do not wish to treat with Sauron, Faithless, and Accursed; Tell your master this: The armies of Mordor must disband. He is to depart these lands, never to return.
The Mouth of Sauron: Ahh, old grey beard. I have a token I was bidden to show thee. [Pulls out Frodo's mythril vest and throws it at them]
Saruman: Shall we not take council as we once did? Shall we not have peace?
Theoden: We shall have peace... We shall have peace when you answer for the burning of the Westfold! When you answer for the children who lie dead on the plains! For the soldiers who were hewn even as they lay dead! We shall have peace when you hang from a gibbit for the sport of your own crows!
Saruman: Gibbits and crows! DOTARD! And what do *you* want, Gandalf? The keys of Orthanc? Or perhaps the keys of Barad-Dur itself? And the crowns of the seven kings and the rods of the five wizards?
[to the Orcs] There will be no Dawn... for Men.
Together, my lord Sauron, we shall rule this Middle-earth. The old world will burn in the fires of industry. Forests will fall. A new order will rise. We will drive the machine of war with the sword and the spear and the iron fist of the orc.
Saruman: If the wall is breached, Helm's Deep will fall.
Wormtongue: Even if it is breached, it will take a number beyond reckoning, thousands, to storm the keep.
Saruman: Tens of thousands.
Wormtongue: But, my lord, there is no such force.
I gave you the chance of aiding me willingly, but you have elected the way of pain.
Saruman: Concealed within his fortress, the lord of Mordor sees all. His gaze pierces cloud, shadow, earth, and flesh. You know of what I speak, Gandalf: a great Eye, lidless, wreathed in flame.