Come, Gimli!
I'm wasted on cross-country! We dwarves are natural sprinters! Very dangerous over short distances!
Come, Gimli!
I'm wasted on cross-country! We dwarves are natural sprinters! Very dangerous over short distances!
What business does an Elf, a Man, and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly!
Give me your name, horsemaster, and I shall give you mine.
I would cut off your head, dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground.
You would die before your stroke fell! [The riders raise their spears, until Aragorn pushes Legolas' bow aside]
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.
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.
We are no spies. We track a party of Uruk-hai westwards across the plain. The've taken two of our friends captive.
The Uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them during the night.
But there were two hobbits. Did you see two hobbits with them?
They would be small, only children to your eyes.
We left none alive. We piled the carcasses and burned them. [gestures to the smoke coming over the hill]
They're dead?
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!
You are tracking the footsteps of two young hobbits.
Where are they?
They passed this way the day before yesterday. They met someone they did not expect. Does that comfort you?
Who are you? Show yourself!
It cannot be... you fell!
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.
Gandalf.
Gandalf? Yes... that's what they used to call me. Gandalf the Grey. That was my name.
Gandalf!
I am Gandalf the White! I come back to you now, at the turn of the tide.
I cannot allow you before Theoden King so heavily armed, Gandalf Greyhame. By order of... [he pauses disgustedly] Gríma Wormtongue.
Your staff.
Oh?... You wouldn't part an old man from his... walking-stick?
My lord, Gandalf the Grey is coming. He is not welcome.
The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, Th?oden King.
Why... should I welcome you... Gandalf Stormcrow?
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.
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.
His staff! I told you to take the wizard's staff!
I would stay still if I were you!
It's true you don't see many Dwarf women. In fact, they are so alike in voice and appearance, that they're often mistaken for Dwarf men.
It's the beards.[Éowyn giggles]
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. Woah! [falls off horse] I'm all right! I'm all right. Nobody panic! That was deliberate! It was deliberate!
If I had time I'd get this adjusted...
It's a little tight across the chest!
You could have picked a better spot!
Well, lad, whatever luck you live by, let's hope it lasts the night.
Your friends are with you, Aragorn.
Let's hope they last the night.
What's happening out there?
Shall I describe it to you, or would you like me to find you a box? [Gimli laughs.]
Pendraith! ("Ladders!")
Good!
Legolas! Two already!
I'm on seventeen!
Hah! I'll have no pointy-ears outscoring me!
Nineteen!
Oh, come on! We can take 'em!
It's a long way.
...Toss me.
What?
I cannot jump the distance, so you'll have to toss me!
Ah! ...Don't tell the Elf.
Not a word.
[Aragorn picks up Gimli and throws him over the gap]
So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?
Ride out with me. Ride out and meet them.
For death and glory!
For Rohan. For your people.
The sun is rising.
Look for my coming at first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the east.
Yes. Yes! The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the deep ...one last time!
Yes!
Let this be the hour that we draw swords together. Fell deeds awake. Now for Wrath, now for Ruin, and a Red Dawn!
Forth Éorlingas!
Final count... forty-two.
Forty-two. That's not bad for a pointy-eared Elvish princeling. I myself am sitting pretty on forty-three.
Forty-three.
He was already dead!
He was twitching.
He was twitching...?! 'Cause he's got my axe embedded in his nervous system! [to exemplify this, he tilts his axe, and the dead orc twitches again]
Three days and nights pursuit. No food, no rest! Nor a sign of a quarry of what a bare rock can tell!
Farmers, farriers, stable boys. These are no soldiers.
Most have seen too many winters.
Or too few. Look at them, they're frightened. You can see it in their eyes. [in Elvish] And they should b. Three hundred... against ten thousand?
They have more hope of defending themselves here than at Edoras.
Aragorn, they cannot win this fight. They're all going to die!
Then I shall die as one of them!