Aragorn: Éowyn... why have you come?
Éowyn: Do you not know?
Aragorn: It is but a shadow and a thought that you love. I cannot give you what you seek. I have wished you joy since first I saw you.

Aragorn: Hold your ground! Hold your ground!
[he rides in front of his troops]
Aragorn: Sons of Gondor! Of Rohan! My brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me! A 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!

Aragorn: No news of Frodo?
Gandalf: No word. Nothing.
Aragorn: We still have time. Every day Frodo moves closer to Mordor.
Gandalf: Do we know that?
Aragorn: What does your heart tell you?
Gandalf: That Frodo is alive. Yes. Yes, he is alive.

Aragorn: The beacons of Minas Tirith! The beacons are lit! Gondor calls for aid!
Theoden: And Rohan will answer. Muster the Rohirrim!

Denethor: Can you sing, master hobbit?
Pippin: Yes- Well... I mean, we sing songs for our own people. We have no songs for great halls or... evil times.
Denethor: Then why should your songs be unfit for my halls? Come sing me a song.
Pippin:
Home is behind, the world ahead
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadow, to the edge of night
Until the stars are all alight
Mist and shadow, cloud and shade
All shall fade
All shall
Fade

Denethor: Do you think that the eyes of the White Tower are blind? I have seen more than you know. With your left hand you would use me as a shield against Mordor, and with your right you would seek to supplant me! I know who rides with Th?oden of Rohan. Oh yes, word has reached my ears of this Aragorn son of Arathorn, and I tell you now... I will not bow to this Ranger from the North! Last of a ragged house long bereft of lordship.
Gandalf: Authority is not given to you to deny the return of the King, Steward!
Denethor: The rule of Gondor is mine! And no other's!

Denethor: Is there a captain here who still has the courage to do his lord's will?
Faramir: You wish now that our places had been exchanged - that I had died and Boromir had lived.
Denethor: Yes. I wish that.
Faramir: Since you were robbed of Boromir, I will do what I can in his stead. If I should return, think better of me, Father.
Denethor: That will depend on the manner of your return.

Elrond: Ónen i-estel edain. ("I give hope to men")
Aragorn: Ú-chebin estel anim. ("I keep none for myself")

Elrond: I looked into your future and I saw death.
Arwen: But there is also life. You saw there was a child. You saw my son.
Elrond: That future is almost gone.
Arwen: But it is not lost.
Elrond: Nothing is certain.
Arwen: Some things are certain. If I leave him now, I will regret it forever.

Elrond: The man who can wield the power of this sword can summon to him an army more deadly than any that walks this Earth. Put aside the Ranger... become who you were born to be.

Elrond: You're outnumbered. You need more men.
Aragorn: There are none.
Elrond: There are those who dwell inside the mountain. [a fell wind blows through the tent]
Aragorn: Murderers. Traitors. They answer to no one.
Elrond: [pulling out Andúril] They will answer to the King of Gondor!

Elrond: Your hands are cold. The life of the Eldar is leaving you.
Arwen: It was my choice. Father, whether by your will or not... there is no ship now that can bear me hence.

Éomer: No pauses; no spills.
Gimli: And no regurgitation!
Legolas: So, it's a drinking game?
Gimli: Last one standing wins! Heh heh heh!
[After a few more scenes and other characters talking, we go back to Legolas and Gimli's drinking contest. Both have downed numerous glasses, and Gimli is extremely intoxicated, while Legolas seems to be unaffected]
Gimli: Here's ta dwarves that go swimming - with little hairy women! Heh heh heh!
Legolas: I feel something. A slight tingle in my fingers. [Éomer looks at him with mock surprise] I think it's affecting me!
Gimli: What did I say? He can't hold his liquor!
[He slurs this rather incoherently. His eyes cross, and he falls backwards off the chair. Everyone laughs.]
Legolas: Game over.

Éomer: Now is the hour! Riders of Rohan - oaths you have taken. Now, fulfill them all - to Lord and land!

Éowyn: The city has fallen silent. There is no warmth left in the sun. It grows so cold.
Faramir: It's just the damp of the first spring rain. I do not believe this darkness will endure.