Aragorn: Are you frightened? Frodo: Yes. Aragorn: Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you. Boromir: [holding the ring after Frodo has lost it] It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing. Such a little thing. Sam: I made a promise, Mr Frodo. A promise. Don't you leave him Samwise Gamgee. And I don't mean to. I don't mean to. Pippin: You need people of intelligence on this sort of mission... quest... thing. Merry: That rules you out, Pip. Elrond: Nine companions. So be it. You shall be the fellowship of the ring. Pippin: Right. Where are we going? Gimli: Nobody tosses a dwarf. Pippin: What's that? Merry: This, my friend, is a pint. Pippin: It comes in pints? I'm getting one. Gandalf: A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to. Bilbo: I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve. Frodo: Come on, Sam. Remember what Bilbo used to say: "It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to." Frodo: I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened. Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world Frodo, besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring. In which case, you were also meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought. Merry: What? That was just a detour, a shortcut. Sam: Shortcut to what? Pippin: Mushrooms. Galadriel: The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was, is lost, for none now live who remember it. Gandalf: My dear Frodo, Hobbits really are amazing creatures. You can learn all there is to know about their ways in a month, and yet after a hundred years they can still surprise you. Boromir: One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep, and the Great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust, the very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly. Gandalf: [to Pippin] Fool of a Took. Throw yourself in next time, and rid us of your stupidity.   Legolas: [in Elvish] You're late. [in English] Legolas: You look terrible. Gimli: Toss me. Aragorn: What? Gimli: I cannot jump the distance. You'll have to toss me. [pauses, looks up to Aragorn] Gimli: Don't tell the elf. Legolas: A red sun rises, blood has been spilled this night. Eomer: What business does an elf, man, and a dwarf have in the Ridder-Mark? Speak quickly. Gimli: Give me your name, horse-master, and I shall give you mine. Eomer: [dismounts] I would cut off your head, dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground. Legolas: [draws his bow and aims at arrow at Eomer's throat] You would die before your stroke fell. 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 meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those 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? Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for. Aragorn: Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall. Gimli: It's true you don't see many dwarf women. In fact, they are so alike in voice and appearance, that they are often mistaken for dwarf men. Aragorn: It's the beards. Theoden: Fell deeds awake... Now for Wrath... Now for Ruin... and the Red Dawn... Gimli: It's all right, it's all right. Nobody panic, that was deliberate. It was deliberate. Treebeard: That doesn't make sense to me. But, then again, you are very small. Gimli: What's happening out there? Legolas: Shall I describe it to you... or would you like me to find you a box? Saruman: 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. Aragorn: 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 wolves 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!* Witch King: You fool. No man can kill me. Die now. Eowyn: I am no man. Eomer: Oaths you have taken, now fulfill them all. To lord and land. Gimli: Never thought I'd die fighting side by side with an Elf. Legolas: What about side by side with a friend? Gimli: Aye. I could do that. Gimli: Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for? Eomer: You should not encourage him. Eowyn: You should not doubt him. Eomer: I do not doubt his heart, only the reach of his arm. [Merry gives Pippin a tobacco pouch at their parting] Pippin: The last of the Longbottom leaf? Merry: I know you've run out. You smoke too much, Pip. Gandalf: I will not say, "Do not weep," for not all tears are an evil. Aragorn: My friends, you bow to no one. Pippin: I feel like I'm back at the Green Dragon after a hard day's work. Merry: Only, you've never done a hard day's work. Frodo: [voiceover] How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on... when in your heart... you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep... that have taken hold. Theoden: Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered. It is a sword-day; a red day, ere the sun rises. Arwen: From the ashes, a fire will be woken. A light from the darkness shall spring. Renewed shall be blade that was broken. The crownless again shall be king.