Deagol: Smeagol, I've got one! I've got a fish, Smeag. Smeagol!
Smeagol: Pull it in. Go on. Go on. Go on. Pull it in.

Pippin: [to himself] *WHAT* were you thinking, Peregrin Took? What service could a hobbit offer such a great lord of men?
Faramir: [approaching] It was well done. Generous deeds should not be checked by cold council. So, you are to join the tower guard?
Pippin: [sheepishly] I didn't think they would find any livery that would fit me.
Faramir: It once belonged to a boy of the citadel. A very foolish one; who spent more time slaying dragons than attending to his studies.
Pippin: This was yours?
Faramir: Yes. My father had it made for me.
Pippin: Well, I'm taller than you were then. Though I'm not likely to grow anymore... except sideways.

I do not fear death.

Aragorn

Aragorn: I summon you to fulfill your oath.
King of the Dead: None but the king of Gondor may command me.
[Swings sword; Aragorn blocks him with the sword of Anduril]
King of the Dead: The blade was broken
Aragorn: It has been remade. [pause] Fight for us... and regain your honor.

They had no honor in life. They have none now in death.

Gimli

No tomb for Denethor and Faramir. No long, slow sleep of death embalmed. We shall burn, like the heathen kings of old. Bring wood and oil.

Denethor

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?

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]
Pippin: Frodo...
Gandalf: Silence.
Merry: No!
Gandalf: Silence!

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!

Sam: It must be getting near tea-time, leastways in decent places where there *is* still tea-time.
Gollum: We're not *in* decent places.

Now, listen carefully. Lord Denethor is Boromir's father. To give him news of his beloved son's death would be most unwise. And do not mention Frodo, or the Ring. And say nothing of Aragorn either. In fact, it's better if you don't speak at all, Peregrin Took.

Gandalf

Hold your ground, hold your ground. Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of woes and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day. This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you *stand, Men of the West!*

Aragorn

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