Quotes by Galadriel

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

Halbrand: "You bind me to the light. And I bind you to power. Together, we can save this Middle-earth."
Galadriel: "Save? Or rule?"
Halbrand: "I see no difference."
Galadriel: "And that is why I will never be at your side."

Sometimes the perilous path is the only path.

There are powers beyond darkness at work in this world. Perhaps on days such as this, we've little choice but to trust to their designs and surrender our own.

Every war is fought both without and within. Of that, every soldier must be mindful.

What cannot be known hollows the mind. Fill it not with guesswork.

Despise not the labor which humbles the heart. Humility has saved entire kingdoms the proud have all but led to ruin.

Sometimes to find the light, we must first touch the darkness.

Swordsmanship is about balance, rather than strength. Fight with your feet. Not your arms.

Míriel: "With what authority do you speak, Elf? That of your people? Or are you a castaway, grasping for a handhold in a tempest?"
Galadriel: "There is a tempest in me. It swept me to this island for a reason. And it will not be quelled by you, Regent."

The power of the Three Rings is ended. The time has come... for the dominion of Men.

Evil does not sleep, Elrond. It waits. And in the moment of our complacency, it blinds us.

My brother gave his life hunting the enemy. His task is now mine.

Rather than rest in glory, I chose to seek out the very enemy responsible for your suffering.

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky. Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone. Nine for mortal Men, doomed to die. One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne in the Land of Mordor where the shadows lie.

There are many ways to kill an Orc. But for you, I will keep it strong and simple. Stab, twist, gut.

Your kind was a mistake. Made in mockery. And even if it takes me all of this Age, I vow to eradicate every last one of you. But you shall be kept alive, so that one day, before I drive my dagger into your poisoned heart, I will whisper in your piked ear that all your offspring are dead and the scourge of your kind ends with you.

I promise you there is not a soul amongst our company who yearn for home more than I. I can still feel the light of the trees on my face. I can still see it. And until we are certain every trace of our enemy is vanquished, I can never return.

Nothing is evil in the beginning. And there was a time when the world was so young, there had not yet been a sunrise. But even then, there was light. We had no word for death. For we thought our joys would be unending. We thought our light would never dim. So when the Great Foe, Morgoth, destroyed the very light of our home. We resisted. And a legion of Elves went to war. We left Valinor, our home, and journeyed to a distant realm. One filled with untold perils and strange creatures beyond count. A place known as Middle-earth.
They said it would be over quickly, but the war left Middle-earth in ruin. And would last centuries. Now, we learned many words for death. In the end, Morgoth would be defeated. But not before much sorrow. For his Orcs had spread to every corner of Middle-earth. Multiplying ever greater under the command of his most devoted servant, a cruel and cunning sorcerer. They called him Sauron. My brother vowed to seek him out and destroy him. But Sauron found him first and marked his flesh with a symbol. One whose meaning even our wisest could not discern. And there, in the darkness, his vow became mine. And so, we hunted. To the ends of the Earth we hunted Sauron. But the trail grew thin. Year gave way to year. Century gave way to century. And for many Elves, the pain of those days passed out of thought and mind. More and more of our kind began to believe that Sauron was but a memory. And the threat, at last, was ended. I wish I could be one of them.

Galadriel of the Noldor. Daughter of the Golden House of Finarfin. Commander of the Northern Armies of High King Gil-galad.

Halbrand: "Why do you keep fighting?"
Galadriel: "Because I cannot stop."

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

This task was appointed to you, Frodo of the Shire. If you do not find a way, no one will.

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.

For the time would soon come when Hobbits would shape the fortunes of all.

The Ring passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever, but the hearts of men are easily corrupted.

The mirror shows many things. Things that were, things that are, and some things that have not yet come to pass.

You have no power here, servant of Morgoth! You are nameless! Faceless! Formless! Go back to the void from whence you came!

You offer it to me freely. I do not deny that my heart has greatly desired this. In place of a Dark Lord, you would have a queen! Not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Treacherous as the sea! Stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair.

And now at last it comes. You will give me the Ring freely! In place of the Dark Lord you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair!

You are a Ring-bearer, Frodo. To bear a Ring of Power is to be alone.

I give you the light of Eärendil, our most beloved star. May it be a light for you in dark places, when all other lights go out.

The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air.

"And what do you wish?", he said at last.
"That what should be shall be", she answered.

The time of the Elves is over. Do we leave Middle-earth to its fate? Do we let them stand alone?

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!

One by one, the free peoples of Middle Earth fell to the power of the Ring. But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of men and elves marched against the armies of Mordor, and on the very slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth. Victory was near, but the power of the ring could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the king, took up his father's sword. And Sauron, enemy of the free peoples of Middle-Earth, was defeated. The Ring passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever, but the hearts of men are easily corrupted. And the ring of power has a will of its own. It betrayed Isildur, to his death. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, the ring ensnared a new bearer. The ring came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels under the Misty Mountains, and there it consumed him. The ring gave to Gollum unnatural long life. For five hundred years it poisoned his mind; and in the gloom of Gollum's cave, it waited. Darkness crept back into the forests of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived. Its time had now come. It abandoned Gollum. But then something happened that the Ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable. A Hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, of the Shire. For the time will soon come when Hobbits will shape the fortunes of all...

The power of the enemy is growing. Sauron will use his puppet Saruman to destroy the people of Rohan. Isengard has been unleashed. The Eye of Sauron now turns to Gondor, the last free kingdom of men. His war on this country will come swiftly. He senses the Ring is close. The strength of the Ringbearer is failing. In his heart, Frodo begins to understand. The quest will claim his life. You know this. You have foreseen it. It is the risk we all took. In the gathering dark, the will of the Ring grows strong. It works hard now to find its way back into the hands of men. Men, who are so easily seduced by its power. The young captain of Gondor has but to extend his hand, take the Ring for his own and the world will fall. It is close now, so close to achieving its goal. For Sauron will have dominion over all life on this Earth, even unto the ending of the world. The time of the elves is over. Do we leave Middle-Earth to its fate? Do we let them stand alone?