The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers quotes

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Aragorn
Éowyn
Faramir
Galadriel
Gandalf the White
King Théoden
Legolas
Saruman the White
Sméagol/Gollum


White Wizard: You are tracking the footsteps of two young hobbits.
Aragorn: Where are they?
White Wizard: They passed this way the day before yesterday. They met someone they did not expect. Does that comfort you?
Aragorn: Who are you? Show yourself!
[The White Wizard steps out of the light revealing to be Gandalf]
Aragorn: It cannot be... you fell!
Gandalf: Through fire... and water... From the lowest dungeon to the highest peak, I fought him, the Balrog of Morgoth. Until at last, I threw down my enemy and smote his ruin upon the mountainside. Darkness took me. And I strayed out of thought and time. Stars wheeled overhead and everyday was as long as a life-age of the earth. But it was not the end. I felt life in me again. I have been sent back, until my task is done.
Aragorn: Gandalf.
Gandalf: Gandalf? Yes... that's what they used to call me. Gandalf the Grey. That was my name.
Gimli: Gandalf!
Gandalf: I am Gandalf the White! I come back to you now, at the turn of the tide.


Sm?agol: What's it doing?! Stupid, fat hobbit! You ruins it!
Sam: What's to ruin? There was hardly any meat on them. What we need is a few good taters.
Smeagol: What's "taters", precious? What's "taters", eh?
Sam: Po-tay-toes! Boil em, mash em, stick em in a stew. Lovely big golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish.
[Sm?agol spits.]
Sam: Even you couldn't say no to that.
Smeagol: Oh yes, we could! Spoiling nice fish! Give it to us raw, and wriggling! You keep nasty chips!
Sam: ...You're hopeless.

Th?oden: So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?
Aragorn: Ride out with me. Ride out and meet them.
Th?oden: For death and glory!
Aragorn: For Rohan. For your people.
Gimli: The sun is rising.
[Aragorn remembers what Gandalf said]
Gandalf: [voiceover] Look for my coming at first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the east.
Th?oden: Yes. Yes! The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the deep ...one last time!
Gimli: Yes!
[runs off to blow the horn]
Th?oden: Let this be the hour that we draw swords together. Fell deeds awake. Now for Wrath, now for Ruin, and a Red Dawn!
[a thundering blast issues from the horn]
Th?oden: Forth Éorlingas!

Éomer: If we don't defend our country, Saruman will take it by force.
Grima Wormtongue: That is a lie. Saruman the white has forever been our friend and ally.
Th?oden (mumbling weakly): Gríma... Gríma...
[Gríma kneels before Th?oden, surveying him intently]
Éomer: Orcs are roming freely across our lands. Unchecked, unchallenged, killing at will. Orcs bearing the White Hand of Saruman. [throws a helmet, bearing the white hand at Gríma's feet]
Gríma: Why do you lay these troubles on an already troubled mind? Can you not see? Your uncle is wearied by your malcontent, your warmongering.
Éomer: Warmongering? [grabs Gríma by the throat] How long is it since Saruman bought you? What was the promised price, Gríma? When all the men are dead, you would take your share of the treasure? [sees Gríma looking at Éowyn] Too long have you watched my sister. Too long have you haunted her steps. [Gríma smiles. several men come from behind and seize Éomer]
Gríma: You see much Éomer, son of Éomund. Too much. You are banished forthwith from the kingdom of Rohan, under pain of death.

[(From the extended edition) Faramir remembers when he last saw his brother, Boromir] Gondor soldiers: Boromir! Boromir!
Boromir: [Raises the Banner of the White Tower and draws his sword] This city was once the jewel of our kingdom! A place of light, and beauty, and music. And so it shall be once more! [the soldiers cheer] Let the armies of Mordor know this: Never again, will the land of my people fall into enemy hands! [the soldiers continue to cheer] The city of Osgiliath, has been reclaimed, for Gondor!
Gondor Soldiers: For Gondor!
Boromir: For Gondor!
Gondor Soldiers: For Gondor!
Boromir: For Gondor! [Faramir meets Boromir, and the two embrace]
Faramir: Good speech. Nice and short.
Boromir: Leaves more time for drinking! [Both laugh] Break out the ale! These men are thirsty! [This gives a huge cheer from the men - Boromir fills two mugs with ale, and hands one to Faramir] Remember today, little brother. Today, life is good. [Sees Faramir looking over his shoulder] What?
Faramir: He's here. [Boromir turns to see Denethor congratulating the men]
Boromir: One moment of peace, can he no give us that?
Denethor: Where is he? Where is Gondor's finest? Where is my first born?
Boromir: [Turns round, reluctantly] Father! [They embrace]
Denethor: They say you vanquished the enemy almost single handedly!
Boromir: They exaggerate. The victory belongs to Faramir also.
Denethor: [bitterly] But for Faramir this city would still be standing. Were you not entruseted to guard it?
Faramir: I would have, but our numbers were too few.
Denethor: Oh, too few. Always you cast poor reflection on me.
Faramir: That is not my intent.
Boromir: [To Denethor] You give him no credit and yet he tries to do you good. [The two draw aside] He loves you father!
Denethor: Do not trouble me with Faramir. I know his uses, and they are few. We have more pressing matters at hand. Elrond of Rivendell has called a meeting. Though he has not said I have guessed its purpose. It is rumoured that the weapon of the enemy has been found.
Boromir: The One Ring? Islidur's bane!
Denethor: And it has fallen into the hands of the Elves. Everyone will try to claim it. Elves, Dwarves, wizards. This thing must come to Gondor [Boromir looks uncertain] It's dangerous, I know. Every the ring will try to corrupt the hearts of lesser men, but you, you are strong. It is our blood that is being spilt. Our people who are dying. Bring me this mighty gift.
Boromir: No. My place is here with my people, not in Rivendell!
Denethor: Would you deny your own father?
Faramir: If there is need to go to Rivendell, send me instead.
Denethor: Oh yes. A chance for Faramir, Captain of Gondor to show his quality. I think not. I trust this mission only to your brother. The one who will not fail me.
[Boromir (in his clothing from The Fellowship of the Ring) looks longingly at the Banner of the White Tower, and turns to his brother] Boromir: Remember today, little brother. [Rides away]

Pippin: It's talking to us, Merry. The tree is talking!
Treebeard: Tree? I am no tree! I am an Ent.
Merry: [fascinated] A tree-herder. A shepherd of the forest!
Pippin: Don't talk to it, Merry. Don't encourage it!
Treebeard: Treebeard, some call me.
Pippin: And... whose side are you on?
Treebeard: Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little Orc. No one cares for the woods anymore.
Merry: We're not Orcs. We're Hobbits!
Treebeard: "Hobbits"? Never heard of a Hobbit before. [getting angry] Sounds like Orc mischief to me! They come with fire! They come with axes! Gnawing, biting, breaking, hacking, burning!! Destroyers and usurpers, CURSE THEM!!
Merry: You don't understand! We're Hobbits! Halflings! Shire-folk!
Treebeard: Maybe you are not... [calming] and maybe you are. The White Wizard will know.


Háma:I cannot allow you before Theoden King so heavily armed, Gandalf Greyhame. By order of... [he pauses disgustedly] Gríma Wormtongue.
(Gandalf nods. Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli proceed to remove their weapons and give them to the soldiers. Háma pauses, as if waiting for something.)
Háma: Your staff.
Gandalf: Oh?... You wouldn't part an old man from his... walking-stick?
[Gandalf turns, and gives a quick and nonchalant wink to Aragorn. Aragorn grins back. They enter the hall. The doors and windows close, and extra guards casually prepare for fighting]
Gríma: [whispering in Th?oden's ear] My lord, Gandalf the Grey is coming. He is not welcome.
Gandalf: The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, Th?oden King.
Th?oden: [weakly] Why... should I welcome you... Gandalf Stormcrow?
Gríma: [to Th?oden] A just question, my liege. [rises] Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear! Láthspell I name you. Ill news is an ill guest.
Gandalf: Be silent! Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth! I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm.
[Shoves his staff in Gríma's face]
Gríma: His staff! I told you to take the wizard's staff!
[A brawl ensues between Gríma's men and the heroes; Gríma and his men are quickly subdued]
Gimli: [to Gríma, having seized him] I would stay still if I were you!

Éomer: What business does an Elf, a Man, and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly!
Gimli: Give me your name, horsemaster, and I shall give you mine.
Éomer: I would cut off your head, dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground.
Legolas: [taking out bow] You would die before your stroke fell! [The riders raise their spears, until Aragorn pushes Legolas' bow aside]
Aragorn: I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Gloin, and Legolas, of the woodland realm. We are friends of Rohan, and of Theoden, your king.
Éomer: Theoden no longer recognises friend from foe. Not even his own kin. [Removes his helmet]. Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king and claimed lordship over these lands. My company and I are those loyal to Rohan, and for that, we are banished. The White wizard is cunning, they say. He walks here and there, like an old man, hooded and cloaked. And everywhere his spies slip passed our nets.
Aragorn: We are no spies. We track a party of Uruk-hai westwards across the plain. The've taken two of our friends captive.
Éomer: The Uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them during the night.
Gimli: But there were two hobbits. Did you see two hobbits with them?
Aragorn: They would be small, only children to your eyes.
Éomer: We left none alive. We piled the carcasses and burned them. [gestures to the smoke coming over the hill]
Gimli: They're dead?
Éomer: [nods] I am sorry. [Éomer pauses, then whistles] Hasufel! Arod! [two horses trot over] May these horses bear you to better fortune than their former masters. [Mounts his horse and dons his helmet] Look for your friends. But do not trust to hope. It has forsaken these lands. [To his riders] We ride north!

[Seeing the torn-down forest around Isengard]
Treebeard: Many of these trees were my friends. Creatures I had known from nut and acorn.
Pippin: I'm sorry, Treebeard.
Treebeard: They had voices of their own... Saruman... A wizard should know better!
[He gives a loud yell which echoes across the landscape]
Treebeard: There is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of men for this treachery!
[More Ents emerge from the woods, following Treebeard]
Pippin: Look, the trees! They're moving!
Merry: Where are they going?
Treebeard: They have business with the Orcs. My business is with Isengard tonight, with rock and stone!
[More Ents emerge from the woods, joining Treebeard]
Treebeard: Come, my friends. The Ents are going to war. It is likely that we go to our doom. The last march of the Ents.

Elrond: Arwen, tollen i lu. I chair gwannar na Valannor. Si bado, no cirar. ("Arwen. The ships are leaving for Valinor. Go now, before it is too late.")
Arwen: I have made my choice.
Elrond: He is not coming back. Why do you linger here when there is no hope?
Arwen: There is still hope.
Elrond: If Aragorn survives this war, you will still be parted. If Sauron is defeated, and Aragorn made king and all that you hope for comes true, you will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality. Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Aragorn will die. And there will be no comfort for you. No comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death, an image of the splendor of the kings of men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, my daughter, you will linger on in darkness and in doubt. As nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Here you will dwell, bound to your grief, under the fading trees, until all the world is changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent. Arwen, there is nothing for you here... only death.
[Arwen is weeping]
Elrond: Ah im, u-'erin veleth lin? ("Do I not also have your love?")
Arwen: Gerich veleth nin, ada. ("You have my love, father.")

Frodo: What food have we got?
Sam: Let me see. Ah, yes. Lembas bread. And look! More lembas bread. I don't usually hold with foreign foods, but this Elvish stuff, it's not bad.
Frodo: Nothing ever dampens your spirits, does it, Sam?
Sam: [looks up] Those rain clouds might.

Aragorn: [to a scared-looking boy] Give me your sword.
[the boy hands his sword to Aragorn]
Aragorn: What is your name?
Haleth: Haleth, son of Háma, my lord. The men are saying that we will not live out the night. They say that there is no hope.
Aragorn: This is a good sword, Haleth son of Háma. There is always hope.

Th?oden: Who am I, Gamling?
Gamling: You are our king, sire.
Th?oden: And do you trust your king?
Gamling: Your men, my lord, will follow you to whatever end.
Th?oden: To whatever end.
Where is the horse and the rider?
Where is the horn that was blowing?
They have passed like rain on the mountains,
Like wind in the meadows.
The days have gone down in the West,
Behind the hills, into shadow.

How did it come to this?

Gríma: Helms Deep has but one weakness. Its outer wall is solid rock, but for a small culvert at its base, which is little more than a drain. [Saruman is pouring black powder into a metal container. Gríma approaches, holding a lit candle] How? How can fire undo stone? [Saruman firmly pushes Gríma's candle away.]
Saruman: If the wall is breached, Helm's Deep will fall.
Gríma: Even if it is breached, it would take a number beyond reckoning, thousands, to storm the keep.
Saruman: Tens of thousands.
Gríma: But my lord, there is no such force! [the two emerge, revealing the ten-thousand strong Uruk-hai army]
Saruman: [to the army] A new power is rising! Its victory is at hand! This night, the land will be stained with the blood of Rohan! March to Helm's Deep! Leave none alive! To war! [to Gríma] There will be no dawn for Men.

Sam: There are dead things... dead faces in the water!
Gollum: All dead. All rotten. Elves, and Men, and Orcses. A great battle long ago... The Dead Marshes. Yes, yes, that is the name! This way. Don't follow the lights.
[Sam slips and almost ends up in the water]
Gollum: Careful now! Or hobbits go down to join the Dead Ones, and light little candles of their own.
[While they continue to walk, Frodo stops to look at one of the bodies. He looks down at a dead elf. The elf's eyes suddenly open, and Frodo falls face forward into the marshes. When he comes to, horrid looking ghosts are reaching for him. Gollum barely manages to pull him out.]
Frodo: ... Gollum?
Gollum: [more firmly] Don't follow the lights!