Boromir: It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing. Such a little thing.
Bilbo: I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.
Saruman: I gave you the chance of aiding me willingly, but you have elected the way of pain.
Sam: I made a promise, Mr Frodo. A promise. “Don’t you leave him Samwise Gamgee.” And I don’t mean to.
Gandalf: Confound it all, Samwise Gamgee. Have you been eavesdropping?
Sam: I haven’t been droppin’ no eaves sir, honest. I was just cutting the grass under the window there, if you’ll follow me.
Gandalf: A little late for trimming the verge, don’t you think?
Sam: I heard raised voices.
Gandalf: What did you hear? Speak.
Sam: N-nothing important. That is, I heard a good deal about a ring, and a dark lord, and something about the end of the world, but nothing important. Please, Mr. Gandalf, sir, don’t hurt me. Don’t turn me into anything… unnatural.
Aragorn: If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will.
Elrond: Nine companions. So be it. You shall be the fellowship of the ring.
Pippin: Great! Where are we going?
Gandalf: Keep it secret. Keep it safe.
Sam: There’s an eye-opener, and no mistake.
Gandalf: It is in Men that we must place our hope.
Elrond: Men? Men are weak. The Blood of Numenor is all but spent, its pride and dignity forgotten. It is because of Men the Ring survives. I was there, Gandalf. I was there three thousand years ago. I was there the day the strength of Men failed.
Saruman: We must join with Him, Gandalf. We must join with Sauron. It would be wise, my friend.
Gandalf: Tell me, “friend”, when did Saruman the Wise abandon reason for madness?
Aragorn: I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you I will not let the White City fall, nor our people fail.
Boromir: Our people, our people. I would have would have called you my brother, my captain, my king.
Aragorn: Be at peace, Son of Gondor.
Galadriel: The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it. It began with the forging of the Great Rings. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of men, who, above all else, desire power. But they were, all of them, deceived, for another Ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a master Ring, to control all others. And into this Ring he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One Ring to rule them all.
Galadriel: The Quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little, and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while the Company is true.
Bilbo: I am sorry that I have brought this upon you, my boy. And I’m sorry that you must bear this burden. I’m sorry for everything.
Galadriel: This task was appointed to you, and if you do not find a way, no one will.
Frodo: I know what I must do, it’s just that I’m afraid to do it.
Galadriel: Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.
Bilbo: I’ve thought of an ending for my book – “And he lived happily ever after… to the end of his days.”
Gollum: It came to me, my own, my love, my precious.
Bilbo: My dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Grubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles and Proudfoots!
Everard Proudfoot: Proudfeet!
Sam: This is it.
Frodo: This is what?
Sam: If I take one more step, it’ll be the farthest away from home I’ve ever been.
Frodo: Come on, Sam. Remember what Bilbo used to say: “It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
Legolas: There is a fell voice on the air.
Gimli: Nobody tosses a dwarf.
Arwen: What’s this? A Ranger, caught off his guard?
Legolas: A lament for Gandalf.
Merry: What do they say about him?
Legolas: I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near.