They will answer to the King of Gondor.
The blade that was broken shall return to Minas Tyrith.
Put aside the Ranger. Become who you were born to be. Take the Dimholt Road.
It is but a shadow and a thought that you love. I cannot give you what you seek.
We cannot defeat the armies of Mordor. But we will meet them in battle nonetheless.
I would have you smile again. Not grieve for those whose time has come. You shall live to see these days renewed. No more despair.
All my friends have gone to battle. I would be ashamed to be left behind.
Sam cries and falls and finds the Lammas bread. Then gets angry and climbs back up.
This task was appointed to you, Finn of the Shire. If you do not find a way no one will.
“Go now and die in what way seems best to you.”
“Courage, Merry, courage for our friends.”
“A sword day, a red day, ere the sun rises. Ride now! Ride now! Ride! Ride to ruin and the world’s ending. Death! Death! Death! “
I didn’t think it would end this way.
End? The journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take. The grey red curtain rolls back and all turns to silver glass.
“I am no man.”
“Éowyn, my body is broken. You have to let me go. I go to my fathers, in whose mighty company I shall not now feel ashamed. Éowyn.”
The ring is my burden.
And remember this: “The revelation of the Wood Wide Web’s existence, and the increased understanding of its functions, raises big questions—about where species begin and end; about whether a forest might be better imagined as a single super-organism”
Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?!
Stand your ground.
I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the half of me. The 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!
Aye, I can do that.
Then let us be rid of it, once and for all!
This day does not belong to one man but to all. Let us together rebuild this world, that we may share in the Days of Peace.
The Girl Who Was Thought Dead.
My friends, you bow to no one.
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.
“You finished it.”
Farewell my brave hobbits. My work is now finished. Here, at last, on the shores of the sea, comes the end of our fellowship.
I will not say do not weep. For not all tears are an evil.
It is time, Frodo.
We set out to save the Shire, Sam, and it has been saved.