Our enemy is ready, his full strength gathered. Not only orcs, but men as well. Legions of Haradrim from the south, mercenaries from the coast, all shall answer Mordor's call. This will be the end of Gondor as we know it. Here the hammer stroke will fall hardest. If the river is taken, if the garrison at Osgiliath fails, then the last defence of this city will be gone.
Most scenes together: Aragorn & Treebeard (14), Treebeard & Gimli (12), Gandalf the White & Pippin (12)
The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King quotes
Page 7 of 8Send these foul beasts into the abyss!
So you have come for information. I have some for you [gazes into the palantir] Something festers in the heart of Middle Earth. Something that you have failed to see. But the great eye has seen it. Even now, he presses his advantage. You are all going to die!
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!
The board is set. The pieces are moving.
The filth of Saruman is washing away. Trees will come back here - young trees, wild trees.
The wisdom that was borne out of the West was forsaken. Kings made tombs more splendid than the houses of the living, childless lords sat in high halls counting the long names of their ancestors more dear than the names of their sons, or in high cold towers asking questions of the stars. The line of Kings failed, the White Tree withered, and the rule of Gondor fell to lesser men.
There's plenty for the both of us. May the best dwarf win.
They cursed us. Murderer they called us. they cursed us, and drove us away. And we wept precious, we wept to be so alone. And we forgots the taste of bread, the sound of trees, the softness of the wind. We even forgot our own name. My precious.
Thirteen months to the day since Gandalf sent us on our long journey, we found ourselves looking upon a familiar sight: We were home.
We come to it at last; the great battle of our time.
What is the house of Rohan, but a thatched barn where brigands drink in the reek, and their brats roll on the floor with the dogs?! The victory at Helm's Deep does not belong to you, Th?oden Horse-master! You are a lesser son of greater sires.
You are soldiers of Gondor! No matter what comes through those gates, you will stand your ground!
Young master Gandalf, I'm glad you've come. Wood and water, stock and stone I can master, but there's a wizard to manage here. Locked in his tower.
Send word to all our allies. And to every corner of Middle earth that still stands free. The Enemy moves to strike us. We need to know where he will attack next.