Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?
From the ashes, a fire shall be woken. A light from the shadow shall spring. Renewed shall be blade that was broken. The crownless again shall be king.
There's plenty for the both of us. May the best dwarf win.
Do you not know death when you see it, old man? This is my hour!
Go back to the abyss! Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your master.
You have failed. The world of men will fall.
Courage, Merry, courage for our friends.
Move into the city. Kill all in your path.
I release you from my service. Go now and die in what way seems best to you.
Pretty little fly. Why does he cry? Caught in a web. Soon he'll be... eaten.
Send these foul beasts into the abyss.
No long, slow sleep of death embalmed. We shall burn, like the heathen kings of old. Bring wood and oil.
No matter what comes through that gate, you will stand your ground.
I think I'm quite ready for another adventure.
The city has fallen silent. There is no warmth left in the sun. It grows so cold.
Long have you hunted me, long have I eluded you. No more.
Never thought I'd die fighting side by side with an Elf.
Now come the days of the king! May they be blessed.
My friends, you bow to no one.
I'm gonna bleed you like a stuck pig.
Do not come between the Nazgul and his prey.
Fight for us and regain your honor.
That still only counts as one.
Very handy in a tight spot, these lads, despite the fact they're dead.
You may as well accept it. We're going with you, laddie.
What did I say? He can't hold his liquor.
And when they go in, there's no coming out.
You don't see it, do you? He's a villain.
She's always hungry. She always needs to feed.
It's the Dwarves that go swimmin' with little hairy women.
The salted pork is particularly good.
A mug of ale in my hand, putting my feet up on a settle after a hard day's work.
Then let's just have his head and be done with it.
We need him alive. We need him to talk.
The filth of Saruman is washing away. Trees will come back to live here. Young trees. Wild trees.
Understand this. Things are now in motion that cannot be undone.
Run, Shadowfax. Show us the meaning of haste.
The horses are restless, and the men are quiet.
Courage is the best defense that you have now.
War is the province of men.
Sauron will not have forgotten the sword of Elendil. The blade that was broken shall return to Minas Tirith.
The man who can wield the power of this sword can summon to him an army more deadly than any that walks this earth.
Send forth all legions. Do not stop the attack until the city is taken. Slay them all.
But we have the white wizard. That's got to count for something.
We come to it, at last. The great battle of our time.
The board is set. The pieces are moving.
The age of Men is over. The time of the Orc has come.
The way is shut. It was made by those who are dead, and the dead keep it.