It's true you don't see many dwarf women. And in fact, they are so alike in voice and appearance, that they are often mistaken for dwarf men. And this in turn has given rise to the belief that there are no dwarf women, and that dwarves just spring out of holes in the ground! Which is, of course, ridiculous.
You don't have any friends. Nobody likes you.
Farmers, ferries, stable boys. These are no soldiers.
You could have picked a better spot.
We are proud to fight alongside Men once more.
An alliance once existed between Elves and Men. Long ago we fought and died together. We come to honor that allegiance.
Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the West... behind the hills... into shadow. How did it come to this?
Your men, my lord, will follow you to whatever end.
Let him go, lad. Let him be.
It is an army bred for a single purpose: to destroy the world of men. They will be here by nightfall.
Send them to me! Come on!
You are the luckiest, the cunnyest and the most reckless man I ever knew. Bless you, laddie!
This creature is bound to me. And I to him.
Remember today, little brother. Today life is good.
Good speech. Nice and short.
Break out the ale. These men are thirsty.
There is nothing for you here. Only death.
There will be no dawn for men.
A new power is rising. Its victory is at hand.
Come, my friends. The Ents are going to war. It is likely that we go to our doom. The last march of the Ents.
I get it. Don't be hasty.
Oh yes, its a quality establishment. I hear the staff are very good.
He was twitching because he's got my axe embedded in his nervous system!
Break the dam. Release the river.
Let this be the hour when we draw swords together.
So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?
They're here. They've come.
Look, the trees! They're moving!
I have told your names to the Entmoot, and we have agreed you are not Orcs.
There is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of men for this treachery.
Many of these trees were my friends.
I always like going South. Somehow, it feels like going downhill.
The closer we are to danger, the farther we are from harm. It's the last thing he'll expect.
I will leave you at the Western borders of the forest. You can make your way North to your homeland from there.
I cannot jump the distance, you'll have to toss me.
Oh come on, we can take 'em.
The fires of Isengard will spread, and the forests of Tuckborough and Buckland will burn. And all that was once great and good in this world will be gone. There won't be a Shire, Pippin.
How can that be your decision?
You must understand, young Hobbit, it takes a long time to say anything in Old Entish. And we never say anything unless it is worth taking a long time to say.
I'll have no pointy-ear outscoring me!
Bring your pretty face to my axe.
Tell me what happened and I will ease your passing.
Looks like meat's back on the menu boys!
I told Gandalf I'll keep you safe, and safe is where I'll keep you.
This new Gandalf is more grumpy than the old one.
I am Saruman. Or rather, Saruman as he should have been.
Do not let him speak. He will put a spell on us.
They are calling for it. They are calling for the Precious.
Master should be resting. Master needs to keep up his strength.
This way. Don't follow the lights.
Tree? I am no tree! I am an Ent.
A red Sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night.
What about their legs? They don't need those. Ooh! They look tasty!
They run as if the very whips of their masters were behind them.
Keep breathing. That's the key. Breathe.
Oh, but this order does not come from me. It comes from the King. He signed it this morning.
The world is changing. Who now has the strength to stand against the armies of Isengard and Mordor?
I'm wasted on cross-country. We Dwarves are natural sprinters, very dangerous over short distances.
Three days and nights pursuit. No food, no rest. No sign of our quarry, but what bare rock can tell.
We swears to serve the master of the Precious.
Release him, or I'll cut your throat.
The thieves... The thieves! The filthy little thieves...
The veiling shadow that glowers in the East takes shape.
Oh... you would not part an old man from his walking stick?
The Gray Pilgrim. That's what they used to call me. Three hundred lives of men I have walked this Earth, and now I have no time.
War will make corpses of us all.
Give it to us raw and wriggling.
Leave now and never come back.
You're a liar and a thief!
The women of this country learned long ago, those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain.
What do you fear, my lady?
Open war is upon you whether you would risk it or not.
Ill news is an ill guest.
I will not risk open war.
Ride out and meet him head on. Draw him away from your women and children. You must fight.
No parent should have to bury their child.
Dark have been my dreams of late.
Breathe the free air again, my friend.
I will draw you, Saruman, as poison is drawn from a wound.
I would stay still if I were you.
Be silent. Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth.
Sauron's wrath will be terrible. His retribution swift.