The best Quotes by Elrond

Such is of the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.

Where there is love, it is never truly dark.

Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.

We do not say goodbye. We say namárië. It means more than simply "farewell". It means, "Go towards goodness."

You ride to war, but not to victory.

A burden shared may either be halved or doubled. Depending on the heart that receives it.

Loyalty to a friend ought to be expected. Regardless of his race.

I came because 20 years is far too long to stay away. Even for an Elf.

It is said the wine of victory is sweetest for those in whose bitter trials it has fermented.

Elrond: "You have fought long enough, Galadriel. Put up your sword."
Galadriel: "Without it, what am I to be?"
Elrond: "What you have always been. My friend."

Darkness will march over the face of the Earth. It will be the end not just of our people, but all peoples.

Durin III: "Tell me, why should we trust any Elf?"
Elrond: "You should not. But you can trust me. For I am no common Elf, but Elrond Halv-elven. And I see in Elves that which they cannot see in themselves."

The Ring cannot be destroyed by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came.

Sam: "Hey. Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me!"
Elrond: "No, indeed. It is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not."

Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall.

Nine companions. So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!

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.

And yet, to have come so far, still bearing the Ring, the Hobbit has shown extraordinary resilience to its evil.

Elrond raised his eyes and looked at him, and Frodo felt his heart pierced by the sudden keenness of the glance. "If I understand aright all that I have heard," he said, "I think that this task is appointed for you, Frodo; and that if you do not find a way, no one will."

Isildur kept the Ring. It should have ended that day, but evil was allowed to endure. There’s no strength left in the world of Men. They’re scattered, divided, leaderless.

Men are weak. The race of men is failing. The blood of Númenor is all but spent, its pride and dignity forgotten. It is because of men the Ring survives.

Farewell, and may the blessing of Elves and Men and all Free Folk go with you. May the stars shine upon your faces!

You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed.

The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came.

Elrond is as much a brother to me as if he'd been fired in my own mother's womb.

Then Elrond and Galadriel rode on; for the Third Age was over and the Days of the Rings were passed and an end was come of the story and song of those times.

I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone. I choose a mortal life.

Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.

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.

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens

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.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring.
Renewed shall be blade that was broken
The crownless again shall be king.

So do all who live to see such times; but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.

Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement.

Hobbits really are amazing creatures. You can learn all there is to know about their ways in a month, and yet after a hundred years they can still surprise you.

If we didn't do everything we weren't supposed to, we'd hardly do anything at all.

One thing we can do better than any creature in all Middle-earth. We stay true to each other, with our hearts even bigger than our feet.

Alone, it's just a journey. Now, adventures, they must be shared.

Betimes, our paths are laid before us by powers greater than our own. In those moments, it's our task to make our feet go where our hearts wish not to tread.

Galadriel: "One will always corrupt. Two will divide."
Celebrimbor: "But with three, there is balance."

Elrond: "You're making that promise very difficult to keep."
Galadriel: "Were it easy, it would not require trust."

How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold.

My friends… you bow to no one!

Go not to the Elves for counsel, for they will say both no and yes.

The year is 3434 of the Second Age. Here follows the account of Isildur, High King of Gondor, and the finding of the ring of power. It has come to me. The One Ring. It shall be an heirloom of my kingdom. All those who follow in my bloodline shall be bound to its fate, for I will risk no hurt to the ring. It is precious to me though I buy it with great pain. The markings upon the band begin to fade. The writing, which at first was as clear as red flame has all but disappeared. A secret now that only fire can tell.

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.

For it is easier to shout "stop!" than to do it.

Twenty years might be the blink of an eye to an Elf. But I've lived an entire life in that time. A life you missed.

Statecraft is the art of attending to small matters as diligently as grand ones.

It is not the harp, but the hand that plays it.