Amazon’s The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power Quotes

Galadriel: Even stone cannot hide the mark of one whose very hand is flame unquenched. He was here. Sauron was here.

Galadriel: I promise you there is not a soul amongst our company who yearns for home more than I. I can still feel the light of the Trees on my face. I can still see it. And until we are certain every trace of our enemy is vanquished, I can never return.

Younger Hunter: Something’s wrong here. Nothing to hunt. Wolves in every thicket.
Don’t you think it’s the least bit strange?
Ornery Hunter: World’s strange. If I let them pitch-kettle me, I’d never get off me bar stool.

Younger Hunter: Looked like a badger. Maybe a fox.
Ornery Hunter: More likely a Harfoot.
Younger Hunter: A Harfoot?
Ornery Hunter: Don’t care to be seeing none, but if you do, watch yourself. Dangerous creatures they are.
Younger Hunter: You’re making it up.

Poppy Proudfellow: Can we turn back now? There’s a hundred and ten things out here that could kill us.
Nori Brandyfoot: Hundred-eleven if you count you worrying to death.
Poppy Proudfellow: You know the rules. We’re not supposed to be out this far.
Nori Brandyfoot: If we didn’t do everything we weren’t supposed to, we’d hardly do anything at all.

Elrond: I hear it’s said that when you cross over, you hear a song. One whose memory we all carry. And you are immersed in a light, more intoxicating than any sensation in all of Middle-earth.
Galadriel: When I was a child, it was the only feeling I knew.
Elrond: And look at you now. Commander of the Northern Armies. Warrior of the Wastelands. I half expected you to arrive caked in grime and mud.
Galadriel: This time, frostbite and troll blood. And no army.

Galadriel: This mark’s very existence proves Sauron escaped. He’s still out there. The question now is, where?

Elrond: I want to hear about you. Your harrowing journey.
Galadriel: Why, Elrond. You really have become a politician.
Elrond: You make it sound so grim.
Galadriel: I am not some courtier to be placated by idle flattery.

Nori Brandyfoot: Haven’t you ever wondered what else is out there? How far the river flows, or where the sparrows learn the new songs they sing in spring? I can’t help but feel there’s wonders in this worldm, beyond our wandering.

Marigold Brandyfoot: Elves have forests to protect. Dwarves, their mines. Men, their fields of grain. Even trees have to worry about the soil beneath their roots. But we Harfoots are free from the worries of the wide world. We are but ripples in a long, long stream. Our paths set by the passing seasons. Nobody goes off trail and nobody walks alone. We have each other. We’re safe. That is how we survive.

High King Gil-galad: Today, our days of peace begin. And as a measure of our gratitude, these heroes shall be granted an honor unrivaled in all our lore. They will be escorted to the Grey Havens and granted passage across the sea to dwell for all eternity in the Blessed Realm, the Far West. The Undying Lands of Valinor. At last, they are going home.

Elrond: It is said the wine of victory is sweetest for those in whose bitter trials it has fermented.
Galadriel: I do not feel victorious.
Elrond: You deserve the honors of this day. Your brother would be proud.

Galadriel: My brother gave his life hunting Sauron. His task is now mine. I go to seek the enemy that escaped us in the north. Alone, if I must.

Elrond: It is over. The evil is gone.
Galadriel: Then why is it not gone from in here?
Elrond: After all you have endured, it is only natural to feel conflicted.
Galadriel: Conflicted?

Galadriel: I am grateful you have not known evil as I have. But you have not seen what I have seen.
Elrond: I’ve seen my share.
Galadriel: You have not seen what I have seen. Evil does not sleep, Elrond. It waits. And in the moment of our complacency, it blinds us.

Elrond: No one in history has ever refused the call. Do so now, it may never come again. You will linger here, an outcast, poisoned in dark whispers and dreams.
Galadriel: And in the West, do you think my fate would be better? Where song would mock the cries of battle in my ears? You say I have won victory over all the horrors of Middle-earth. Yet you would leave them alive in me? To take with me? Undying, unchanging, unbreaking, into the land of winter less spring?

Galadriel: You have fought long enough, Galadriel. Put up your sword.
Elrond: Without it, what am I to be?
Galadriel: What you have always been. My friend.

Rowan: When are you people going to let the past go?
Arondir: The past is with us all, whether we like it or not.
Rowan: One day, our true king will return. And pry us right out from under your pointy boots.

Bronwyn: Are there healers among your kind?
Arondir: There are. But we call them artificers. Most wounds to our bodies heal of their own accord. So, it is their labor instead to render hidden truths as works of beauty. For beauty has great power to heal the soul.

Médhor: [referring to Arondir’s friendship with Bronwyn] Have you considered the consequences I might face if the Watch warden were to discover what it is that you’re doing?
Arondir: Afraid I don’t take your meaning.
Médhor: It’s difficult enough keeping watch over them without having to keep one eye squarely on you. Or do you think me blind?
Arondir: No. I think you talk too much. And you smell of rotten leaves.
Médhor: No, I don’t.
Arondir: Yes, you do.

Médhor: My point is this. Only twice in known history has a pairing between Elves and humans even been attempted. And on each occasion, it ended in tragedy. It ended in death.
Arondir: You need not remind me.

Bronwyn: [after Arondir’s told her he’s leaving] Then why are you at my home? Say what you wish to say.
Arondir: I have said it already. A hundred times over, in every way but words.

Elrond: Galadriel was so certain her search should continue.
High King Gil-galad: We foresaw that if it had, she might have inadvertently kept alive the very evil she sought to defeat. For the same wind that seeks to blow out a fire may also cause its spread.

Elrond: [referring to Galadriel] Then the shadow she sought, you believe it does exist?
High King Gil-galad: Set your mind at peace about it. What you did was right. For Galadriel and for Middle-earth.
Elrond: It is hard to see what is right when friendship and duty are mingled.
High King Gil-galad: Such is the burden of those who lead, and those who would seek to. Galadriel sails to the sunset. You and I must look to the new sunrise.

Sadoc Burrows: First the big people, now the stars. Eyes open when they should be sleeping. Almost like they’re watching for something.
Nori Brandyfoot: Watching for what?
Sadoc Burrows: A tongue-lashing, if you don’t mind your own cartwheels.

Sadoc Burrows: Elanor Brandyfoot, with your father’s nose, and always poking it into trouble, you are far too curious and meddlesome to have been born a Harfoot. Are you quite certain you’re not part squirrel?

Sadoc Burrows: The skies are strange.
Nori Brandyfoot: Strange. Strange how?

Bronwyn: You’re talking about my friends. Close kin, I know them. There are good people there.
Arondir: That is why I’m here with you. Instead of the Watch warden. Bronwyn. You’re the only kind touch I’ve known all my days in this land.

Young Galadriel: But sometimes the lights shine just as brightly reflected in the water as they do in the sky. How am I to know which lights to follow?
Finrod: Sometimes we cannot know until we have touched the darkness.

Poppy Proudfellow: What does a giant eat, anyway? Hope it’s not Harfoots.
Nori Brandyfoot: Just the ones that can’t keep a secret.

Elrond: Strange, isn’t it? How one object could be responsible for creating so much beauty, and so much pain.
Lord Celebrimbor: True creation requires sacrifice.

Elrond: What is it you hope to craft?
Lord Celebrimbor: “What” is but a glint on the far horizon. You have come to Eregion to help me achieve the “how”.

Lord Celebrimbor: I admire all who can see into the mystery of things, who can divine from the plainness of what is, the beauty of what could be.

Nori Brandyfoot: Father always says, “A Harfoot without manners is as like to get far in life as a square wheel.”

Nori Brandyfoot: [to the stranger] What about your name? You? You don’t remember, do you? Suppose you did fall quite a long way. Anybody’s head would be a bit higgledy-piggledy. I fell out of a tree once. For a whole week, I kept calling strawberries “pigberries”. Can you imagine? A pigberry?

Malva: Stop your lounge-a-daising and lend us a foot.

Halbrand: [to Galadriel] The tides of fate are flowing. Yours may be heading in, or out.

Abigail: [referring to Galadriel] Does she look dangerous to you?
Halbrand: Looks can be deceiving.

Prince Durin IV: A dog may bark at the moon. But he cannot bring it down.

Prince Durin IV: The true purpose of your visit. You want something.
Elrond: I journeyed here to see my friend, whom I’ve greatly missed.
Prince Durin IV: Missed? You missed my wedding. The birth of my children, two of them! You cannot barge into my mountain and demand I welcome you with open arms. You cannot claim that which you discarded.
Elrond: Discarded? Durin, I…
Prince Durin IV: Twenty years might be the blink of an eye to an Elf. But I’ve lived an entire life in that time. A life you missed!

Prince Durin IV: [to Elrond] One apology to Disa and you’re off. No getting better acquainted. No reminiscing about the past. And absolutely no staying for dinner.

Princess Disa: [to Elrond] Make yourself comfortable, please.
Prince Durin IV: But not too comfortable.

Princess Disa: You see, a mountain’s like a person. It’s a long and ever-changing story made of countless small parts. Earth and ore, air and water. Sing to it properly, each of those parts will reflect your song back to you, telling you its story, showing you what might be hidden, where to mine, where to tunnel, and where to leave the mountain untouched.

Prince Durin IV: His king sent him here to take what’s ours.
Elrond: To the contrary. Coming to Khazad-dûm was my idea. And I have asked for nothing but your ear.
Prince Durin IV: Aye, and that’s how it starts. And soon enough, we’re left with our thumbs in our eyes. Elves for Elves, no?

Princess Disa: What sort of tree is it, exactly?
Elrond: A seedling of our Great Tree in Lindon. The very symbol of our people’s strength and vitality.
Princess Disa: Some called him a fool for believing it would grow in such darkness.
Elrond: Where there is love, it is never truly dark.

Galadriel: I am simply wondering what manner of man would so readily abandon his companions to death.
Halbrand: The sort that knows how to survive.

Halbrand: “Separated” from your ship. Really? You’re a deserter, aren’t you?
Galadriel: Do I have the look of a deserter?
Halbrand: You don’t have the look of someone to whom things happen by accident. Which means you were running. Whether toward or from something, I haven’t yet decided.

Galadriel: Why are you dodging the question?
Halbrand: Why are you stranded at sea?
Galadriel: Because rather than rest in glory, I chose to seek out the very enemy responsible for your suffering.

Halbrand: Look, Elf. You didn’t cause my suffering, and you can’t fix it. No matter how strong your will. Or your pride. So let it lie.
Galadriel: I have pursued this foe since before the first sunrise bloodied the sky. It would take longer than your lifetime even to speak the names of those they have taken from me. So letting it lie is not an option.
Halbrand: At last, a little honesty. If you want to murder Orcs and settle a score, that’s your affair. But don’t dress it up as heroism.

Nori Brandyfoot: [referring to the stranger] What’s he saying to them?
Poppy Proudfellow: I don’t speak firefly.

Prince Durin IV: You think too much of their kind. We’re the ones holding the long end of the hammer here.
King Durin III: Aye. For now.
Prince Durin IV: Elrond is a friend. I trust him.
King Durin III: There can be no trust between hammer and rock. Eventually one or the other must surely break.

Pharazôn: It’s been generations since a ship of Númenor was permitted to make such a journey on an Elf’s behalf.
Galadriel: It is because of the Elves that you were given this island. Surely you can spare a few planks and a rudder.
Queen Regent Míriel: Our ancestors were not given anything. They paid for this isle with the blood of their kin.

Queen Regent Míriel: If blood be the price of passage, I will pay it. But one way or another, I will depart.
Queen Regent Míriel: I welcome you to try.
Galadriel: I have no need of your welcome.
Queen Regent Míriel: And you are quickly wearing out yours.

Galadriel: I will not be made a prisoner.
Pharazôn: I would sooner knee-cap a stallion than seek to imprison the mighty commander of the Northern Armies. So, you shall be Númenor’s guest.

Halbrand: Look around you. This is a paradise. Ripe with opportunity. You really expect me to leap with you back into the furnace?
Galadriel: You leapt into the sea to save one life. I seek to save many.
Halbrand: I have been searching for my peace for longer than you know. Please, for both our sakes, let me keep it. Perhaps some peace would do you good as well. But at the very least, do try not to make any new enemies.

Queen Regent Míriel: She is but one Elf.
Pharazôn: An avalanche can start with one stone.

Sail Master: There is no harsher master than the sea.

Queen Regent Míriel: The Faithful believe that when the petals of the White Tree fall, it is no idle thing, but the very tears of the Valar themselves. A living reminder that their eyes and their judgment are ever upon us. Do you believe that?
Captain Elendil: In my experience, it is unwise to live one’s life guessing after signs and portents.

Captain Elendil: [referring to his name] In the ancient tongue of the Eldar, it can also mean “Elf-friend”.
Queen Regent Míriel: And are you? An Elf-friend?
Captain Elendil: I’m a loyal servant of Númenor.

Queen Regent Míriel: Elves have been unwelcome on our shore since the reign of my grandfather’s great grandfather, you chose to break with that precedent. Why?
Captain Elendil: It was the sea that put her in my path. And the sea is always right.
Queen Regent Míriel: The sea cannot commit treason.
Captain Elendil: With respect, Queen Regent, given the circumstances, I did only what I believed to be most prudent.
Queen Regent Míriel: If, Elendil, that is truly your wish, then I shall have to ask you to perform a service.

Watchwarden Revion: It seems Morgoth has a successor.
Arondir: “Adar”. Why would Orcs refer to their leader by an Elvish word?
Watchwarden Revion: Sauron was said to have many names in days of old. Perhaps this is one of them. There is more at work here than we can yet see.

Watchwarden Revion: If even one of us makes it home, we can return in force and sweep the enemy from these lands like salt from a table.

Captain Elendil: I’m afraid the Queen has charged me with seeing to it that you cause no further disturbance. I believe she saw it as a punishment.
Galadriel: Then she and I have something in common after all.

Galadriel: Who is this mortal, who speaks to me as if he has the slightest idea who I am?
Captain Elendil: I have a daughter who runs fast, and a son who runs blind. Your eyes bear a striking resemblance to both.
Galadriel: Where I run, and how I run there are none of your concern. Anywhere is better than here, where I’m hated by all who see me. So call to your guards, or get out of my way.
Captain Elendil: [in Quenya] You’re not hated by all, m’lady.

Tamar: It’s you, isn’t it?
Halbrand: Certainly appears that way.
Tamar: What are you called, again?
Halbrand: Depends.
Tamar: Depends on what?
Halbrand: How close we are.
Tamar: And how close are you and the She-elf?

Tamar: You’re on a lucky streak, low man. Free sail to our island, eating our food, drinking our ale. What will you take next? Our lands? Our trades?
Halbrand: Don’t forget your women.
Tamar: Look at the mouth on him. Maybe he and the She-elf aren’t so close after all. Wager she’d prefer someone of better breeding.

Galadriel: [referring to Sauron’s mark] This is no sigil. It is a map of the Southlands. It is as Halbrand said.
Captain Elendil: And the inscription?
Galadriel: It is the Black Speech. It speaks not only of a place, but a plan. A plan by which to create a realm of their own, where evil would not only endure, but thrive.

Galadriel: Matters are worse than I imagined.
Captain Elendil: Then the Southlands are in grave danger.
Galadriel: If Sauron has indeed returned, the Southlands are but the beginning.

Largo Brandyfoot: [referring to Nori] Look, once that girl puts her head to something, Nothing can stop her.

Poppy Proudfellow: [to Nori] If you lay one paw on that book, and old Sadoc will use your hide to make his next batch of pages!

Nori Brandyfoot: If you want to help him find those stars, our best hope is in that book.
Poppy Proudfellow: I don’t want to help him. He’s a giant with a brackish temper, who sometimes murders fireflies.
Nori Brandyfoot: That was an accident.
Poppy Proudfellow: Now, I say the sensible thing to do is top off his food, point him to the nearest human village, and, “Fare thee well, stranger.”

Poppy Proudfellow: Why is it your problem? What sense is it sticking your neck out for him any more than you already have?
Nori Brandyfoot: There’s head-sense, Poppy, and there’s heart-sense.
Poppy Proudfellow: There’s common sense and nonsense. And if you’re all out of the first, then you can borrow some of mine.

Sadoc Burrows: Another season has passed in this glade, leaving us with full carts, and fuller bellies. Some fuller than most, if we’re being honest about it.

Sadoc Burrows: And now, before we begin our next journey, we remember those from prior migrations, who fell behind. And should any Harfoot fall behind this migration, they likewise will be carried with us in our hearts and in our memories. In life, we could not wait for them. But here, now, we welcome to our circle.

Sadoc Burrows: You have lied, stolen, brought a dangerous outsider into our midst.
Vilma: And she lied.
Largo Brandyfoot: He already said that.
Malva: Well, she did.
Nori Brandyfoot: But, no, he was lost. Hurt. What was I supposed to do? Leave him there?
Largo Brandyfoot: You must admit, Sadoc, it’s quite extraordinary.

Largo Brandyfoot: Have you ever heard tell of beings falling from the stars?
Sadoc Burrows: I’ve heard of beings who were turned into stars. Never the other way around. It’s very troubling.

Vilma: We don’t need friends, girl. We need to survive.
Nori Brandyfoot: Without friends, what are we surviving for? “Good little Harfoots, stick to the path, flee every danger,” heaven forbid we explore something new for once!

Malva: Our laws are clear. Any Harfoot that breaks them is to be decaravaned.
Sadoc Burrows: Our laws are clear, indeed. But Miss Brandyfoot is young. With as much hair still to grow on her toes as sense between her ears. Tomorrow we depart as planned. And the Brandyfoot cart will be with us. At the back of the caravan.

Marigold Brandyfoot: Honestly, Nori. Do you see a destiny in this? Do you think the stars reached down and touched you, is that it? Do you think you’re special? You’re just a child.
Nori Brandyfoot: I know I’m not special. I know I’m just one little Harfoot in a grand wide world. But he is special. I can feel it.
Marigold Brandyfoot: My darling girl. Ever has your heart been like your father’s. But the tallest milkweed gets snipped.

Captain Elendil: There is nothing for us on our western shores. The past is dead. We either move forward or we die with it.

Captain Elendil: The watery part of this world has a way of healing even the deepest of wounds.
Isildur: The way it’s healed yours?

Galadriel: You do not belong on this island.
Halbrand: If there’s one of us that doesn’t belong here, Elf, it’s you.
Galadriel: I’m not so sure of that anymore. But of one thing I am now certain. You are more than you claim.

Galadriel: Your people have no king, for you are him.
Halbrand: That’s an odd thing to say to a man in a cage.
Galadriel: A cage you have landed in because you chafe under the rags of the common. And the armor that ought to rest upon your shoulders weighs upon your soul.

Halbrand: Be careful, Elf. The heir to this mark is heir to more than just nobility. For it was his ancestor who swore a blood oath to Morgoth. I am not the hero you seek. For it was my family that lost the war.
Galadriel: And it was mine who started it.

Galadriel: Ours was no chance meeting. Not fate, nor destiny, nor any other words Men use to speak of the forces they lack the conviction to name. Ours was the work of something greater. You must see it.
Halbrand: All I see is an Elf who won’t put down her sword.

Galadriel: Come with me to Middle-earth. And together we will redeem both our bloodlines.
Halbrand: How? You’re stuck on this island. And you’re still short an army.
Galadriel: That is all about to change.

The Stranger: [as he helps them with their cart] Friend.
Nori Brandyfoot: This is it. This is how we keep up with the others, all of us. He helps us, and we help him.

Isildur: I thought the sail-master would only dismiss me. I’m sorry.
Valandil: You’re sorry? You’re sorry? You just set our whole lives on fire!

Valandil: [to Isildur] Leave it to you to get kicked out of something you never earned in the first place.

Valandil: [referring to Isildur] Going, staying, what does it matter? The real problem is him. And that’s not going anywhere.

Arondir: [to Adar] Why do the Orcs call you Father?

Adar: [to Arondir] You have been told many lies. Some run so deep, even the rocks and roots now believe them. To untangle it all, would all but require the creation of a new world. But that is something only the gods can do. And I am no god. At least, not yet.

Theo: I’m sick and tired of watching everything go to tatters and not doing anything about it.
Bronwyn: We are doing everything we can.
Theo: Well, I’m not!
Bronwyn: Theo. Theo! You can either help me or you can make it harder.

Elrond: Elves and Dwarves working together. Remarkable. It is everything you said it would be. What?
Lord Celebrimbor: Nothing. Just for a moment, standing there, you were the very image of your father.

Lord Celebrimbor: [referring to Elrond’s father] He had that way of seeing far off. Do you know, I remember once, he said to me, one day, my future would be in his son’s hands. He said it quite casually, as if one might speak of tomorrow’s rain. And I’d forgotten that until, till this moment. Isn’t that odd?

Princess Disa: Did you try asking his work teams?
Elrond: All nineteen of them. They keep putting me off. One would almost think it suspicious.
Princess Disa: Are you suggesting Durin’s got himself a wee girlfriend?
Elrond: There is none other than you, milady.
Princess Disa: I know. Who’d have him?

Elrond: You know, Disa, there is no secret worth concealing with deception.
Princess Disa: Calling a Dwarf dishonest in her own home? That’s a recipe for strong gravy.
Elrond: If Durin is mining quartz, why would he leave without taking his chiseling axe? And why would you prepare his favorite meal if he’s gone to a chasm that takes two full days to descend to?

Princess Disa: Durin didn’t bring his axe because the quartz he’s mining isn’t chiseled. It is pried. I am making mole-tail stew because it needs a wee while to set before he’s home. And while it may take several days for an outsider, such as you, Dwarven climbers like my husband can make the descent to Quartz Chasm in just a few hours. Was there anything else you wanted to ask about, dearie?
Elrond: No. Thank you.

Princess Disa: [referring to Elrond] I just hope he believed me. He’s not easily taken in, that Elf.
Prince Durin IV: Certainly not. Lucky my future queen could convince a water rat to wear a mink coat. One more reason to count my blessings I married you, not Margid Rustborin.
Princess Disa: And what are the other reasons?
Prince Durin IV: I’ll tell you later.
Princess Disa: Hush now. We better keep our pipes down.

Elrond: What is this place?
Prince Durin IV: You really expect me to believe you do not know? That this was not the true reason he sent you here to begin with? You want it for yourselves.
Elrond: Durin, want what? I care nothing for whatever is in that chamber. I do care for you, for this friendship. And secrets do not become it.

Prince Durin IV: I need your oath. Hand to mountain, you’ll never breathe so much as a whisper of what I’m about to tell you to another living soul. Dwarven anger outlives even Elven memory. Break your promise, and the power of this stone will doom you and your kin to sorrow, to your last day on this Middle-earth. Do you swear it, Elrond?
Elrond: I swear on the memory of my father, Eärendil the Mariner. Anything you tell me here will end in my ears alone.

Elrond: What do you call this miracle ore?
Prince Durin IV: In our tongue, gray glitter. In yours, something like mith-raud.
Elrond: No, no. It would be mithril.

Prince Durin IV: So you really did come all this way just for Eregion?
Elrond: I came because twenty years is far too long to stay away. Even for an Elf.

Eärien: I’m not in the habit of going off with strange young men.
Kemen: Very wise. If I see any, you’ll be the first to know.

Halbrand: As much as I admire your habit of charging at every obstacle in your path, like a colt in full gallop. Has it ever occurred to you that you’re not battling trolls or Orcs, but Men?
Galadriel: Are you really about to advise me in the art of war?
Halbrand: No. No, I wouldn’t dare. But then, the queen’s court isn’t exactly your usual battlefield, is it?

Halbrand: In an instance like this, it seems to me that you’d do well to identify what it is that your opponent most fears.
Galadriel: And exploit it?
Halbrand: No. Give them a means of mastering it. So that you can master them.

Galadriel: So by your standards, I’m in this cell, because I’ve yet to identify what the queen most fears?
Halbrand: My very low standards. Yes.
Galadriel: And I suppose you did, having met her for all of a few moments?
Halbrand: During which you managed to demand a ship, insult her people, defy her orders, none of which quickened her pulse. Now, all of a sudden, she throws you in a cell. Why?
Galadriel: I asked her to fight for your people.
Halbrand: But that wasn’t what provoked her anger, was it?
Galadriel: I demanded to speak with her father. The king in the tower, whom no one has seen in years.

Halbrand: See what happens when you stop galloping and you give yourself a moment to think?
Galadriel: Cease comparing me to a horse.
Halbrand: Cease trying to convince me to leave this island and you have a deal.

Queen Regent Míriel: It is Númenor’s future you saw.
Galadriel: Palantíri show many visions. Some that will never come to pass.
Queen Regent Míriel: It has already come to pass. The vision begins with your arrival.
Galadriel: And you believe I will bring about Númenor’s downfall?
Queen Regent Míriel: Only Númenor can bring about her downfall.

Galadriel: If the evil rising in Middle-earth is left unchecked, it will spread and take us all. Avoiding this war may be the very thing that brings about your downfall.
Queen Regent Míriel: I will not second-guess the gods. My decision is final.
Galadriel: A decision based in fear.

Galadriel: I know what it is to be the only one, the only one who sees, the only one who knows. Perhaps neither of us have to bear that burden alone any longer. I beg of you, Míriel, choose not the path of fear, but that of faith. Stand with me. Let Númenor fight alongside the Elves once more.
Queen Regent Míriel: Faith may bind one heart, Galadriel. But it is too fine a thread from which to hang a kingdom.

Princess Disa: I cannot stop thinking that if you’d not gone down there, Durin might have been in that shaft when it… I’m sorry. I’m sorry I lied to you.
Elrond: You were faithful to my friend. That is all we need remember.

Princess Disa: Even the hottest coals eventually cool.
Prince Durin IV: [referring to King Durin] Yeah, but sometimes I wish they wouldn’t. Sometimes I wish I could tell him exactly what I think of him, and never trade words with the old goat again!

Elrond: [to Durin] For many years, at day’s end, I would look up at it, wondering what might he think if he were watching me. Would he be proud of what I’ve accomplished with his legacy? Or disappointed by the countless ways I’d failed to live up to it? But then, one night, it struck me that I would be only too happy to hear any judgment, so long as it granted me the opportunity to have but one more conversation with my father. Do not waste what time you have left with yours.

Prince Durin IV: [to Elrond] You wouldn’t remember your face if you were gazing in a mirror.

Prince Durin IV: Forgive me, Father. I was proud, and stubborn, and I was wrong. Can you not even look at me?
King Durin III: Our people believe that when a new Dwarf-king is crowned, the voices of all his forebearers flow into him, sharing with him their counsel and wisdom. Even their mistakes. But you, you need not wait for that day to hear my voice. For, ever am I with you, my son. Even in anger. Sometimes, in anger most of all. There is nothing to forgive.

King Durin III: Elrond has been very convincing in his assurances that Gil-galad bore no ill intent when he sent him here.
Prince Durin IV: Aye. He has.
King Durin III: But intuition’s a powerful tonic. What does yours tell you?
Prince Durin IV: There is something more at work.

Tredwill: Do you know what it is? It is no sword. It is a power. Fashioned for our ancestors by his master’s own hand. A beautiful servant. He who was lost, but shall return. Have you heard of him, lad? Have you heard of Sauron? Well, you must have seen it in the skies. A few weeks back now. The star fall. It means his time is near. And it is to you and me, lad, to be ready.
Theo: Ready for what?
Tredwill: Hush now, lad. You save your strength. You’ll need it for what’s coming.

Queen Regent Míriel: There is a fateful hour in the destinies of men. An hour of judgment in which each of us, every one, must decide who we shall be. Are our hearts become as the statues that surround our isle? Or do they yet beat with the blood of the heroes that carved them? Is our valor confined to the graves of our slumbering fathers? Or is it here, amongst us even now, waiting to burst forth as the rising Sun? I would neither command, nor invite you to any danger I myself would not face. And so, I’ve decided to personally escort the Elf back to Middle-earth. To aid our mortal brethren who are now besieged in the Southlands.

Halbrand: You used me. After I all but begged you to let me be.
Galadriel: I have just convinced Númenor to send five ships, and five hundred men to aid your people, and place a crown upon your head. Many might assume you used me.
Halbrand: Find another head to crown.

Galadriel: [to the soldiers] There are many ways to kill an Orc. But for you, I will keep it strong and simple. Stab, twist, gut. Come at me. We will see who can score flesh.
Captain Elendil: Anyone that does, I will promote to lieutenant.

Galadriel: Swordsmanship is about balance, rather than strength. Fight with your feet. Not your arms.

Galadriel: Never trust brute force to best an Orc. It’s often easiest to outmaneuver them.

Kemen: It’s not too late to stop this. Your cousin may hold the scepter, but it’s you the people follow. With their help you could…
Pharazôn: Could what?
Kemen: Assert your influence.
Pharazôn: Sometimes the folly of youth is enough to make an old man weep.

Kemen: Is it folly to try and stop a war?
Pharazôn: It’s folly to kick against the current. You see, the tide may rise and drown a man, or fall and sweep him out to sea. The trick of mastering the current is to know which way it will turn next.

Pharazôn: When all this has ended, Elves will take orders from us. Now, my cousin can go to war for Galadriel if she wishes. I go to war for Númenor.
Kemen: How could this be for Númenor?
Pharazôn: Have you learned nothing? Soon, we will save the low men of Middle-earth, lift them up, and give them the king they’ve long awaited. A king who will be forever in our debt. Now, contemplate, if you can, how that might benefit us. Ores, forests, trades, tribute. I wouldn’t dare stop that. Not for all the salt in the sea. And neither should you.

Tar-Palantir: Don’t go to Middle-earth. All that awaits you there is…
Queen Regent Míriel: What, Father? What awaits me?
Tar-Palantir: Darkness.

High King Gil-galad: Khazad-dûm has been called the quietest of Dwarven kingdoms, but in recent months, your furnaces are said to be burning as bright as the eyes of Aulë himself. Your mines delving ever deeper. To what do you credit this new invigoration?
Prince Durin IV: I might ask the same of Lindon. Shipping off its warriors, expanding its cities. Bit sudden for Elves, no? Typically takes you people weeks just to decide to take a sh…

High King Gil-galad: Your loyalty to the Dwarf is admirable.
Elrond: Loyalty to a friend ought to be expected. Regardless of his race.
High King Gil-galad: Does it justify lying to your king?
Elrond: I wonder, High King, if it is in fact you who has been lying to me. I went to Khazad-dûm with a proposal of friendship, but in truth, you sought something far more tangible, didn’t you?

High King Gil-galad: Then you admit the Dwarves did find it. The ore containing the light of the lost Silmaril.
Elrond: I admit only this. I promised Durin never to reveal his people’s secrets.
High King Gil-galad: And what if keeping your promise to his people meant ensuring the doom of your own?

High King Gil-galad: We first took notice of it just prior to Galadriel’s return. We hoped that by sending her away, and so bringing an end to the last vestiges of war, we might arrest the decay. But despite our every effort, our decline has only quickened. The blight upon this tree is but an outer manifestation of an inner reality. That the light of the Eldar, our light, is fading.

High King Gil-galad: I ask again, and for the last time, did the Dwarves find the ore or not?
Elrond: I swore an oath to Durin. To some, that may now hold little weight. But in my esteem, it is by such things our very souls are bound. I do not intend to let mine slip away on the basis of mere hope.
High King Gil-galad: Hope is never mere, Elrond, even when it is meager. When all other senses sleep, the eye of hope is first to awaken, last to shut.

High King Gil-galad: [to Elrond] If the Elves abandon Middle-earth now, the armies of darkness will march over the face of the earth. It will be the end, not just of our people, but all peoples. If the hope of preventing that is not reason enough to make you reconsider your oath, I suggest you find another.

Valandil: I can’t, in good conscience, stake my name recommending you for a duty that you might well decide to abandon.
Isildur: It’ll be different this time.
Valandil: One day, I hope it will be. One day, I hope you find something that you would be willing to sacrifice anything for.

Pharazôn: Perhaps we did act in haste. A kingdom should be led. Not dragged.

Lord Celebrimbor: I am sorry.
Elrond: That the High King deceived me? Or that now our people are doomed unless I break an oath, and betray a friend?
Lord Celebrimbor: I was there, Elrond, the night your father set sail. A mortal man, who believed he could convince the very Gods to come to war in our aid. I heard your mother pleading with him not to go, asking him, imploring him, why must it be him? And do you know what he said? Because he was the only one who could do it.

Galadriel: Help me.
Halbrand: I think I’ve helped you quite enough.
Galadriel: Then help yourself. Stop fighting me, and together, let us fight them.
Halbrand: Not so long ago, men like me were fighting alongside them.
Galadriel: Men like you. Not you, yourself.

Halbrand: You don’t know what I did before I ended up on that raft. You don’t know how I survived. How we all survived. And when these people discover it, they will cast me out. So will you.
Galadriel: Sometimes to find the light, we must first touch the darkness.

Halbrand: What do you know of darkness? Whose dagger was it, Galadriel? Who is it you lost?
Galadriel: My brother.
Halbrand: What happened to him?
Galadriel: He was killed. In a place of darkness and despair. By servants of Sauron. Is that enough for you?

Halbrand: So this is about vengeance?
Galadriel: One cannot satisfy thirst by drinking seawater.
Halbrand: Then what is it? Why do you keep fighting? You are asking me to go to the one place that I swore never to return. The least you can do is tell me why. Why do you keep fighting?
Galadriel: Because I cannot stop.

Galadriel: The company I led mutinied against me. My closest friend conspired with the king to exile me. And each of them acted as they did, because I believe they could no longer distinguish me from the evil I was fighting.

Halbrand: I’m sorry. For your brother. For all of it. I’m sorry.
Galadriel: Your sorrow cannot ease my pain. And nor will a hammer and tongs ease yours. There is no peace to be found for you here. And nor for me. No lasting peace in any path, but that which lies across the sea. I have fought for centuries, seeking to earn mine. This is how you earn yours.

Waldreg: [to Adar] Long have I awaited this day. The day your kind would return at last, lift us up from the muck and the filth, to take our rightful place at your side. I pledge my undying service to you. I pledge my loyalty to Sauron. You are Sauron, are you not?

Theo: Why bother trying to teach me?
Arondir: Because it took me over two hundred years to develop the bravery that’s keeping me standing here tonight. You found it in only fourteen. And we’re going to need it in the fight to come.

Theo: All my life, your kind has watched us. Counting every whisper. Every kitchen knife too sharp. We’re all about to be buried in this tower. So why be buried with us?
Arondir: Because in counting the whispers and the knives, I’ve come to know the voices and the hands of those behind them.
Theo: Half of us just left.
Arondir: But half stayed. Including you.

Arondir: [referring to the broken sword with Sauron’s mark] But whatever his design, this much is certain. Our enemy knows your son has what he needs to enact it.
Bronwyn: How long?
Arondir: Days. Maybe hours.

Arondir: We can survive this, Bronwyn. There is a way. There must be.
Bronwyn: There is one.
Arondir: No! Bow to the enemy, and you take away everything. From your son, and his sons after him. Your people have worked an entire age to earn back their virtue. Would you undo it all in just one moment of despair? There must be another way.
Bronwyn: Name it. I beg you.

Bronwyn: You were right to watch us. Because we are destined for the darkness. It’s how we survive. Perhaps it’s who we are. Who we will always be.
Arondir: There’s far more at stake here than just our lives.

Bronwyn: What power do we have to stop him? Look around. It’s over.
Arondir: Not yet.
Bronwyn: Soon enough. And when they march upon us, this tower will fall.

Elrond: It is not the weight of the table that burdens me.
Prince Durin IV: So why don’t you come out with it?
Elrond: Because a burden shared may either be halved or doubled. Depending on the heart that receives it.

Prince Durin IV: Aulë’s beard! Enough with the quail sauce. Give me the meat, and give it to me raw.
Elrond: I have not been truthful with you, Durin. I did not come to Khazad-dûm for friendship, but ambition. I did not know it. But I came for mithril.

Elrond: [referring to mithril] Without it, my kind must either abandon these shores by spring, or perish.
Prince Durin IV: Perish? Perish how?
Elrond: Our immortal souls will dwindle into nothing, slowly diminishing, until we are but shadows, swept away by the tides of time. Forever.

Prince Durin IV: So the fate of the entire Elven race is in my hands?
Elrond: So it would appear.
Prince Durin IV: Say that again.
Elrond: The fate of the entire Elven race is in your hands.
Prince Durin IV: Whose hands?
Elrond: Yours.

Prince Durin IV: It’s a long journey back. And all this sunlight is starting to give me a sour stomach.
Elrond: Under one condition. Tell Disa the table’s from me.
Prince Durin IV: Don’t push your luck, Elf.

Valandil: Look whose father secured him a post. Again.
Isildur: I earned mine. Same as you.
Captain Elendil: Soldier. Report to the horse master.
Isildur: Thought I was in cavalry.
Captain Elendil: You are. Stable sweep.

Captain Elendil: Clear the lines! Square the sail! We head nor’-east. For Middle-earth.

Isildur: It’s not Númenor. Not the real Númenor, anyway. If it ever existed.
Galadriel: It existed. It exists still, if only in the heart of the lowliest stable sweep.
Isildur: It’s Isildur.
Galadriel: I might have known. You have the look of your father.
Isildur: I was always told I look more like my mother.

Galadriel: [referring to Isildur] His mother, what happened to her?
Captain Elendil: It is strange. Most of my life, I’ve looked east to see the Sun rise over the sea. And west to see it set over the land. We’re sailing into the dawn, and yet, to me, it feels like the coming of night. She drowned.

Arondir: [referring to Sauron’s sword] It is beyond our skill to destroy.
Bronwyn: Where will you hide it?
Arondir: No one must know. Not even you.

Arondir: Take heart. All of you. I have seen smaller armies defeat greater foes. Soon, the sun will set. Do your part, and I swear to you, you shall see it rise again. Do you believe it?
Villagers: Aye.
Arondir: Do you believe it?
Villagers: Aye!

Theo: You remember what you used to say? When you would hold me in the dark? Would you say it to me now?
Bronwyn: “In the end, this shadow is but a small and passing thing. There is light and high beauty forever beyond its reach. Find the light, and the shadow will not find you.”

Bronwyn: The alfirin seeds.
Arondir: It is a tradition among Elves. Before the battle begins, plant one.
Bronwyn: New life, in defiance of death?
Arondir: It is believed that one of the Valar watches over growing things, and those who tend them. The rest we shall plant after the battle is over. In a new garden. You and I. And Theo. Together.
Bronwyn: Promise me.
[he kisses her]

Tredwill: [after thinking they’d won the battle with the Orcs] We were fighting our own.
Orc: Thought we’d take them in for nothing? Had to pay the toll. And now, all of you will.

Bronwyn: [after she’s been shot by Orc arrows] Theo. You’ll have to stem the bleeding.
Theo: I don’t think I…
Bronwyn: Either you’re going to do this, or I’m going to die. Do you understand?

Adar: [in Quenya, referring to Sauron’s sword] What I seek. Give it to me.
Arondir: [in Quenya] Let them go. I will consider it.
Adar: [as he commands the villagers to be killed] Why sacrifice their lives for such a little thing?

Halbrand: You remember me?
Adar: No.

Galadriel: [stops Halbrand from killing Adar] We need him alive. I need him alive!
Halbrand: You don’t know what he did.
Adar: Did I cause someone you love pain? A woman? Perhaps a child?
Galadriel: Eat your tongue.
Galadriel: [referring to his spear] Halbrand, put it down. One cannot satisfy thirst by drinking sea water.

Ontamo: [after they save the villagers] I think I might stay here for a while. Lend these folk a hand.
Isildur: Seen enough battle for a week?
Ontamo: More like a whole lifetime.

Galadriel: When I was a child, I heard stories of Elves taken by Morgoth. Tortured. Twisted. Made into a new and ruined form of life. You are one of them, are you not? The Moriondor. The Sons of the Dark. The first Orcs.
Adar: Uruk. We prefer Uruk.

Galadriel: [to Adar] Even Moriondor take orders from a master. And I seek yours. Where is he? Where is Sauron?

Adar: After Morgoth’s defeat, the one you call Sauron, devoted himself to healing Middle-earth, bringing its ruined lands together in perfect order. He sought to craft a power, not of the flesh, but over flesh. A power of the Unseen World. He bid as many as he could to follow him far north. But try as he might, something was missing. A shadow of dark knowledge that kept itself hidden, even from him. No matter how much blood he spilt in its pursuit.

Adar: For my part, I sacrificed enough of my children for his aspirations. I split him open. I killed Sauron.
Galadriel: I do not believe you.
Adar: You cannot believe an Uruk could do that which your entire army could not.
Galadriel: I cannot believe that you are this army’s only master.

Adar: My children have no master.
Galadriel: They are not children, they are slaves.
Adar: But each one has a name. A heart.
Galadriel: A heart created by Morgoth.
Adar: We are creations of The One, Master of the Secret Fire, the same as you. As worthy of the breath of life, and just as worthy of a home.

Adar: Soon, this land will be ours. Then, you will understand.
Galadriel: No. Your kind was a mistake. Made in mockery. And even if it takes me all of this Age, I vow to eradicate every last one of you. But you shall be kept alive, so that one day, before I drive my dagger into your poisoned heart, I will whisper in your piked ear that all your offspring are dead, and the scourge of your kind ends with you.

Adar: It would seem I’m not the only Elf alive who has been transformed by darkness. Perhaps your search for Morgoth’s successor should have ended in your own mirror.
Galadriel: Perhaps I shall begin by killing you, you slavering Orc.
[Halbrand then stops her from killinh Adar]

Galadriel: Thank you for pulling me back.
Halbrand: It was you, pulled me back first.
Galadriel: Whatever it was he did to you, and whatever it was you did, be free of it.
Halbrand: I never believed I could be, until today. But fighting at your side, I felt if I could just hold on to that feeling, keep it with me always, bind it to my very being, then I…
Galadriel: I felt it too.

Bronwyn: What I owe you, my people are alive because of you.
Queen Regent Míriel: As I understand it, they’re alive because of you.
Bronwyn: A burden I never sought to take up.
Queen Regent Míriel: Few of the finest leaders do. But if you would like some relief in carrying it, I may be able to help.

Bronwyn: Is it true? Are you the king we were promised?
Halbrand: Yes.

Arondir: [as the villagers hail Halbrand as their king] The men of these lands have awaited this moment a long time.
Galadriel: Not nearly so long as the Elves.

Arondir: [referring to giving up the sword to Adar] Do not torment yourself. Many might have done the same in your place.
Theo: You don’t understand. It’s not just guilt I feel. It’s loss.
Arondir: Loss?
Theo: When it was in my hands, I felt powerful.
Arondir: Then rid yourself of it. Once and for all.
Theo: How?
Arondir: Give it to Númenor. To toss into the sea on their voyage home.
[we then see Walderg with Sauron’s sword plunging it into the stone at the watchtower]

Captain Elendil: When a horse of Westernesse rides into battle, he forms an unbreakable bond with the soldier he bears. In time, they become as one. Even knowing the innermost feelings of each other’s heart.
Isildur: You know his feelings?
Captain Elendil: No. He knows yours.
Isildur: Where did you learn all this?
Captain Elendil: From your mother.
Isildur: Think you could teach me?

Elrond: Gil-galad must be informed. And soon, he will no longer be a king, for there will no longer be a Lindon.
Prince Durin IV: So this is goodbye then?
Elrond: We do not say goodbye. We say namá…
Prince Durin IV: Namárië.
Elrond: It means more than simply “farewell”. It means, “Go towards goodness.”

Theo: [referring to the Orcs] Why did they do this?
Galadriel: To make this their home. Their Shadow Land.
Theo: So we take it back, and drive them off.
Galadriel: We have neither position, nor reinforcement. These lands are dead. We must rally to the living.
Theo: Or put steel down their throats!

Galadriel: It is over.
Theo: Not for me. I won’t allow it!
Galadriel: We must! We must.
Theo: What are you so bothered about? It isn’t your fault.
Galadriel: Yes, it is.

Theo: They’re dead, aren’t they? Arondir. My friends. My mother. Everyone.
Galadriel: What cannot be known hollows the mind. Fill it not with guesswork.

Galadriel: When I was your age, there was no such thing as Orcs.
Theo: And now? How many have you killed?
Galadriel: Many.
Theo: Good.
Galadriel: I would not use such words.
Theo: Why not?
Galadriel: It darkens the heart, to call dark deeds good. It gives place for evil to thrive inside us. Every war is fought both without and within. Of that, every soldier must be mindful. Even I. Even you.

Theo: Am I a soldier, then?
Galadriel: [as she give him her sword] Perhaps we can make one of you yet.

Nori Brandyfoot: I should’ve just stayed on-trail. When I saw that star falling, I should’ve just let it alone.
Marigold Brandyfoot: Elanor.
Nori Brandyfoot: You tried to tell me, Mother. But now I understand. I’m just a Harfoot. That’s all I’ll ever be.

Galadriel: [referring to the people she’s lost] My brother. Finrod. And my husband.
Theo: Husband?
Galadriel: Celeborn was his name. We met in a glade of flowers. I was dancing and he saw me there.
Theo: You were dancing?
Galadriel: The war seemed so very far away then. When he went to it, I chided him. His armor didn’t fit properly. I called him a silver clam. I never saw him again after that.

Theo: My lady. What you said before, you’re wrong. It isn’t your fault. It’s mine.
Galadriel: You did not intend for this to happen.
Theo: I gave power to the enemy. So that makes me responsible.
Galadriel: Some say that is the way of things. But I believe the wise also look upon what is in our hearts. And this was not in yours. Do not take the burden of this day upon your shoulders, Theo. You may find it difficult to put it down again.

Theo: But how am I to let it go?
Galadriel: There are powers beyond darkness at work in this world. Perhaps on days such as this, we’ve little choice but to trust to their designs. And surrender our own.
Theo: My home is gone. Where’s the design in that?
Galadriel: I cannot yet see it.

Prince Durin IV: [as they’re digging for mithril] Self-discipline, master Elf.
Elrond: Think that’ll bring you success?
Prince Durin IV: It did in our contest.
Elrond: Did it?
Prince Durin IV: No. You lost on purpose?
Elrond: My aim was never to defeat you, but to gain your ear a while longer.
Prince Durin IV: Elf lies.
Elrond: I was winded.

Prince Durin IV: I always thought you were a mite Dwarvish for an Elf.
Elrond: And you are a rather Elvish Dwarf, Durin.

Prince Durin IV: How do you expect me to move mountains, Father, if you fall to pieces when I dig a single hole? You speak of greatness for me, but you suffocate in me any ambition, any desire, any thought that does not originate in you.
King Durin III: The iron that must bear the most heavy of burdens must also endure the most rigorous tempering!
Prince Durin IV: Consigning your allies to death is not tempering! Elrond is as much a brother to me as if he’d been fired in my own mother’s womb.

King Durin III: How dare you! Invoke your mother’s memory to defend your decision to betray your own kind?
Prince Durin IV: No! It’s you that’s betrayed our kind! Squandering our future so you can cling to the past! You profane the crown you wear!
King Durin III: [as he pulls off Durins armored crest and tosses it] Leave it. It’s not yours anymore.

Captain Elendil: [thinking Isildur is dead] I should never have pulled the Elf on board. I should’ve left her in the sea, where I found her.

Queen Regent Míriel: [referring to her being blinded] Do not spend your pity on me, Elf. Save it for our enemies. For they do not know what they have begun. For I, Míriel, daughter of Ar-Inziladûn, vow this. Númenor will return.
Galadriel: Then the Elves will be ready.

Largo Brandyfoot: Weeping? Is that all you think we have left in us? We’re Harfoots! Look, we don’t slay dragons. Not much for digging jewels. But there’s one thing we can do, I warrant, better than any creature in all Middle-earth. We stay true to each other. No matter how the path winds, or how steep it gets, we face it, with our hearts even bigger than our feet. And we just keep walking.

Marigold Brandyfoot: Nori. Where are you going?
Nori Brandyfoot: To help my friend. Warn him what’s coming. He deserves at least that.
Sadoc Burrows: Going off-trail? Now? Alone?
Poppy Proudfellow: She won’t be alone. We’ve left enough folk behind, we’re not leaving him.
Marigold Brandyfoot: You girls aren’t going anywhere. Not without me.

Malva: [referring to the stranger] Brandyfoot girl was right to help him. Was right all along. And if you think Malva Meadowgrass is too proud to admit it, well, what’s the good of living, Sadoc, if we aren’t living good?
Sadoc Burrows: You know, Malva, just once, once, it would be grand if you weren’t right all the time.

Nori Brandyfoot: Think we’ll be able to find him?
Sadoc Burrows: He’s a bloody giant. How could we miss him?

Arondir: [referring to Míriel] You believe she’ll keep her promise?
Galadriel: No. I’m certain of it.

Galadriel: Where will you go?
Bronwyn: An old Númenórean colony by the mouth of the Anduin. Pelargir, they called it. They say there’s fresh land, fresh water.
Arondir: A fresh start.

Galadriel: [to the wounded Halbrand] Halbrand. I thought you had died.
Halbrand: Better for me if I had done.

Galadriel: Well, my friend. It seems fate has in store for us one more raft.
Halbrand: This is not over. I will not abandon these lands and condemn them to burn. Nor will you.

Prince Durin IV: I failed him. It’s all my fault.
Princess Disa: No. No, it isn’t.
Prince Durin IV: Whose is it, then?
Princess Disa: It’s your father’s. He’s grown too old, too suspicious. His mind too feeble. His eyes too dim to see that no matter how many crests he hurls to the floor, one day this will be your kingdom. Durin IV’s. Not your brother’s. Not some other Dwarf-lord’s. Yours. And mine. And together, we will rule this mountain and all others before our time is done. That mithril belongs to us. To you and me. And together, one day, we are going to dig.

Adar: [to the Orcs, referring to Southlands] My children. Cast off your sun-cloaks and your helms. You are no longer to be burdened by the day. This is our land now. It is our home.

Orcs: Hail Adar, Lord of the Southlands!
Adar: No. That is the name of a place that no longer exists.
Waldreg: What should we call it instead, Lord-father?
[Adar stares at Mount Doom in the distance, then we see Southlands name change to Mordor]

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High King Gil-galad: And you would place all that power upon the brow of one being?
Lord Celebrimbor: Not just any one being, High King. You.

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High King Gil-galad: Perilous are these whisperings.
Galadriel: Sometimes the perilous path is the only path. I would nit be standing here otherwise.
High King Gil-galad: You should not be standing here at all.

Lord Celebrimbor: I almost had it sooner. It was only in speaking with the Southlander that I realized…
High King Gil-galad: The low man? This idea was his?
Lord Celebrimbor: His suggestions were but the key that unlocked the dam. We are on the cusp of crafting a new kind of power. Not of strength, but of spirit. Not of the flesh, but over flesh. This is a power of the Unseen World.

Galadriel: Those words, “a power over flesh”. Where did you hear them?
Lord Celebrimbor: I was conferring with my smiths. I think, I believe those are my words.
Galadriel: Was Halbrand with you?
Lord Celebrimbor: What does it matter? It’s over.

Elrond: Grant me three months. I am owed that much.
High King Gil-galad: You are owed nothing.
Elrond: Then do it not out of recompense. Do it because I asked you.
High King Gil-galad: It is a fool’s hope, Elrond. Merely that. Nothing more.
Elrond: “Hope is never mere. Not even when it is meager. Or have you forgotten your own counsel?

Lord Celebrimbor: Three weeks for a labor that could take three centuries.
Elrond: Constraint can be the very progenitor of invention.

Halbrand: Don’t be afraid. Celebrimbor will find a way. I’m certain of it.
Galadriel: All of a sudden, the two of you seem quite familiar.
Halbrand: I’m just offering whatever humble aid I can.

Halbrand: I can still hardly believe it. Someone like me, here, working with the Elven-smiths of Eregion. Thank you, Galadriel.
Galadriel: For bringing you here?
Halbrand: For saving my life.
Galadriel: As you saved mine. Our scales are balanced.
Halbrand: No. No, you’ve done far more than that for me. I’d all but given up. But you, you believed in me. You saw strength in me. You pushed me to heights that no one else could have. I will never forget that. And I’ll see to it that no one else does either.

The Ascetic: It is called the Hermit’s Hat. A pattern visible in but one place. Far to the east, where the stars are strange.
The Nomad: The lands of Rhûn.
The Stranger: Rhûn.
The Nomad: Yes. Where you will be known at last, for who you truly are.

The Ascetic: [to the stranger] You fell from the stars, yet you are greater than they.
The Nomad: For fire obeys your will.
The Ascetic: You fell below the dust, yet dust fears you.
The Nomad: For it trembles when you are wroth.
The Ascetic: The winds and waters, the heat and cold.
The Nomad: In Rhûn, you shall learn to command them all.
The Ascetic: And every being that walks or crawls shall be your slave.
Ascetic, Nomad: For you are Lord Sauron.

Sadoc Burrows: Well, in the grand tradition of bad ideas, this might well be the worst yet.

The Stranger: Get away from me. Or I will hurt you again.
Nori Brandyfoot: What? What have they done to you?
The Stranger: They showed me what I am.
Nori Brandyfoot: Only you can show what you are. You choose by what you do. You’re here to help. I know it.

The Stranger: From shadow you came. To shadow I bid you return!
The Nomad: He is not Sauron.
The Ascetic: He is the other. The Istar. He is…
The Stranger: I’m good.

Marigold Brandyfoot: [as Sadoc is mortally wounded] Hold still. We’ll find a way to carry you back.
Sadoc Burrows: Sorry, good lady. I’m afraid I’m about to go a’ wandering off-trail.
Poppy Proudfellow: Mr. Burrows.
Sadoc Burrows: It’s alright, Proudfellow. The missus will be waiting. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d just like to sit a while, watch the Sun come up.
[they all sit to watch the sunrise with Sadoc as he dies]

Captain Elendil: You’re doing well.
Queen Regent Míriel: Patronize me like that again, Captain, I’ll have your ship.

Captain Elendil: I have you.
Queen Regent Míriel: And who has you?

Captain Elendil: You once asked me why I pulled Galadriel from the sea. I claimed to have had little choice. But the truth is, I could have left her there. Could have refused to follow her to Middle-earth. Or stopped my son from doing so. Yet at every turn, I made the choices I did because…
Queen Regent Míriel: Why, Elendil?
Captain Elendil: Because “Elendil” does not merely mean “one who loves the stars”. I just never imagined it would lead here.

Queen Regent Míriel: My father once told me that the way of The Faithful is committing to pay the price, even if the cost cannot be known. And trusting that, in the end, it will be worth it.
Captain Elendil: Sometimes the cost is dear.
Queen Regent Míriel: It is.
Captain Elendil: We have little choice then but to keep serving. And I, for one, will see to it that we make the end worth the price.
Queen Regent Míriel: Come what may?
Captain Elendil: Come what may.

Lord Celebrimbor: The mithril is proud. It refuses every effort to bond it with lesser ores.
Elrond: Tapping into the powers of the Seen and Unseen World seemed to soften the boundaries between the two.

Elrond: This is a journey. Not every step we take will be forward. It may take time.
Lord Celebrimbor: Time? We don’t have time!

Halbrand: We’re making two.
Galadriel: Two crowns?
Halbrand: Not exactly. It’ll need to be something smaller. Come, see for yourself.
Galadriel: Not until you tell me who you are.
Halbrand: You know who I am.
Galadriel: Who you really are.

Galadriel: There is no King of the Southlands. The line was broken. The last man to bear your crest died over a thousand years ago. He had no heir.
Halbrand: I told you I found it on a dead man.
Galadriel: No. No, on the raft, you saved me.
Halbrand: On the raft, you saved me.
Galadriel: You convinced Míriel to save the Men of Middle-earth.
Halbrand: You convinced her. I wanted to remain in Númenor.
Galadriel: You fought beside me.
Halbrand: Against your enemy. And mine.

Galadriel: Tell me your name.
Halbrand: I have been awake since before the breaking of the first silence. In that time I have had many names.

Finrod: [as Halbrand is giving her a vision] My old dagger. You’ve kept it safe all this time. You have been very brave. You have fought so hard. For so many years. To complete the task that I could not.
Galadriel: Your task was hunting Sauron.
Finrod: My task was to ensure peace. But I learned that was Sauron’s task as well.
Galadriel: No. No, you died. Along with countless others, because of him.

Finrod: [to Galadriel, referring to Sauron] He was seeking a power not to destroy Middle-earth, but to heal it. Just as your fellow Elves are seeking to do this very moment. You needn’t lie to them. Simply let the work proceed.

Finrod: [in Galadriel’s vision] Touch the darkness once more.
Galadriel: My brother is dead because of you.

Halbrand: Galadriel. Look at me. You know who I am. I am your friend.
Galadriel: You are a friend of Morgoth’s.
Halbrand: When Morgoth was defeated, it was as if a great, clenched fist had released its grasp from my neck. And in the stillness of that first sunrise, at last, I felt the light of The One again. And I knew if ever I was to be forgiven, that I had to heal everything, that I had helped ruin.
Galadriel: No penance could ever erase the evil you have done.
Halbrand: That is not what you believe.
Galadriel: Do not tell me what I believe.

Halbrand: After our victory, you said that whatever I’d done before I could be free of it now.
Galadriel: You deceived me.
Halbrand: I told you the truth. I told you that I had done evil, and you did not care. Because you knew that our past meant nothing, weighed against our future.
Galadriel: There is no such future.
Halbrand: Isn’t there?

Halbrand: All others look on you with doubt. I alone can see your greatness. I alone can see your light.
Galadriel: You would make me a tyrant.
Halbrand: I would make you a queen. Fair as the sea and the Sun. Stronger than the foundations of the earth.
Galadriel: And you. My king. The Dark Lord.
Halbrand: No. Not dark. Not with you at my side.

Halbrand: You told me once, that we were brought together for a purpose. This is it. You bind me to the light. And I bind you to power. Together, we can save this Middle-earth.
Galadriel: Save? Or rule?
Halbrand: I see no difference.
Galadriel: And that is why I will never be at your side.

Halbrand: You have no choice. Without me, your people will fade. And the shadow will spread and darken to cover all the world. You need me.
Galadriel: I should have left you on the sea.
Halbrand: A sea you were on because the Elves cast you out. They cast you out for deigning to beg them for a few petty soldiers. What will they do when you tell them that you were my ally? When you tell them that Sauron lives because of you?
Galadriel: And you will die because of me!

Elrond: Where is Halbrand?
Galadriel: He is gone. And I doubt he will return. And should he ever, none of us are to treat with him again.
Elrond: What happened by that stream?
Galadriel: You spoke to me once of a mistake. One you said you would not make again.
Elrond: You’re making that promise very difficult to keep.
Galadriel: Were it easy, it would not require trust.

Galadriel: We must make three.
Elrond: Three? Why three?
Galadriel: One will always corrupt. Two will divide.
Lord Celebrimbor: But with three, there is balance.

Galadriel: The powers we forge today must be for the Elves alone. Untouched by other hands.

Lord Celebrimbor: [referring to Finrod’s dagger ] Galadriel, I have determined that the purity of the lesser ores in the alloy is crucial. I need gold and silver of the most exquisite quality. I need gold and silver from Valinor. True creation requires sacrifice.

Nori Brandyfoot: They called you something else. Istar. Is that your kind?
The Stranger: Istar? In your tongue, that means “wise one”. Or “wizard”.

Nori Brandyfoot: You’re really not coming with us, are you?
The Stranger: Betimes, our paths are laid before us by powers greater than our own. In those moments, it’s our task to make our feet go where our hearts wish not to tread. No matter the perils awaiting us on the way.
Nori Brandyfoot: Sounds a bit like an adventure.
The Stranger: Alone, it’s just a journey. Now adventures, they must be shared.
Nori Brandyfoot: I think I’ve had about as much adventure as any Harfoot could ever hope for.

Largo Brandyfoot: [to Nori] Go on. You’re a part of something bigger now.
Marigold Brandyfoot: [referring to the stranger] He needs you. And you belong out there.

Largo Brandyfoot: Some father. Here you’re heading into the big beyond and I haven’t taught you a blooming thing.
Nori Brandyfoot: Hey. Sure you have. Always quench your fire with water and earth. Don’t squat by a river. Never know when you’ll need a drink downstream. And a Harfoot without manners is as like to get far in life as a square wheel. I was listening to all of it, Father.

Marigold Brandyfoot: [to Nori] Go on. Before you lose your nerve.
Largo Brandyfoot: Or we lose ours.

Poppy Proudfellow: Why does everyone I love the most always have to go away?
Nori Brandyfoot: Because I think if we didn’t, then we’d never learn anything new.

Poppy Proudfellow: You’re my best friend in this whole wide, wild world. I’d do anything for you.
Nori Brandyfoot: The world’s not that wide, Poppy. It’s just that we’re so bleeding small.

Poppy Proudfellow: Stick close to that tall fella. He’s a good friend in a spot.
Nori Brandyfoot: Not so good as you.

The Stranger: Are you certain?
Nori Brandyfoot: More than ever.
The Stranger: Well, they’re all waving at you.
Nori Brandyfoot: If I turn around, I won’t ever be able to leave.
The Stranger: Well, then perhaps it would be best if you lead off.
Nori Brandyfoot: Now that it comes to it, my feet feel heavy as iron. Not to mention, I haven’t an inkling which way to go.

The Stranger: When in doubt, Elanor Brandyfoot, always follow your nose.