[to Sam] Stupid, fat hobbit.


Sam: This looks strangely familiar.
Frodo: Because we've been here before. We're going in circles!

Gandalf: It is time, Frodo.
Sam: What does he mean?
Frodo: We set out to save the Shire, Sam. And it has been saved. But not for me.
Sam: You don't mean that. You can't leave.

Something draws near. I can feel it.


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!

The Ring is mine.


I know what I must do. It's just... I'm afraid to do it.


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. The Dead Marshes... yes, that is their name.

Frodo: [listening to the shrieks of the Black Riders] What are they?
Aragorn: They were once men. Great kings of men. Then Sauron the deceiver gave to them nine rings of power. Blinded by their greed, they took them without question, one by one falling into darkness. Now they are slaves to his will. They are the Nazgul, Ringwraiths, neither living nor dead. At all times they feel the presence of the Ring, drawn to the power of the One. They will never stop hunting you.

That is Dain Ironfoot, Thorin's cousin. I've always felt Thorin was the more reasonable of the two...


[to Bilbo] Farewell, Master Burglar. Go back to your books, your fireplace. Plant your trees, watch them grow. If more of us valued home above gold, it would be a merrier world.

Thorin Oakenshield

Legolas: [in Elvish] You're late.
[in English]
Legolas: You look terrible.

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