Asps... very dangerous. You go first.
Holy smoke, my friends, I'm so pleased you're not dead!
I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf! Never trust an Elf!
If we cannot pass over the mountain, let us go under it. Let us go through the mines of Moria.
Soon, Master Elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the Dwarves. Roaring fires, malt beer, ripe meat off the bone.
Nobody tosses a dwarf.
Well, here's one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox.
I asked for one hair from her golden head... she gave me three.
Three days and nights pursuit. No food, no rest. No sign of our quarry, but what bare rock can tell.
I'm wasted on cross-country. We Dwarves are natural sprinters, very dangerous over short distances.
Keep breathing. That's the key. Breathe.
Tree? I am no tree! I am an Ent.
This new Gandalf is more grumpy than the old one.
I told Gandalf I'll keep you safe, and safe is where I'll keep you.
I would stay still if I were you.
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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.
Bring your pretty face to my axe.
Tell me what happened and I will ease your passing.
You are the luckiest, the cunnyest and the most reckless man I ever knew. Bless you, laddie!
Let him go, lad. Let him be.
Don't be hasty.
You could have picked a better spot.
Send them to me! Come on!
I'll have no pointy-ear outscoring me!
I have told your names to the Entmoot, and we have agreed you are not Orcs.
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.
Oh come on, we can take 'em.
I cannot jump the distance, you'll have to toss me.
Don't tell the elf.
I will leave you at the Western borders of the forest. You can make your way North to your homeland from there.
I always like going South. Somehow, it feels like going downhill.
Many of these trees were my friends.
There is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of men for this treachery.
Come, my friends. The Ents are going to war. It is likely that we go to our doom. The last march of the Ents.
Break the dam. Release the river.
He was twitching because he's got my axe embedded in his nervous system!
Then let's just have his head and be done with it.
The filth of Saruman is washing away. Trees will come back to live here. Young trees. Wild trees.
Last one standing wins.
It's the Dwarves that go swimmin' with little hairy women.
What did I say? He can't hold his liquor.
You may as well accept it. We're going with you, laddie.
There's plenty for the both of us. May the best dwarf win.
That still only counts as one.
Very handy in a tight spot, these lads, despite the fact they're dead.
Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?
Never thought I'd die fighting side by side with an Elf.
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