The Shadow that bred them can only mock, it cannot make: not real new things of its own. I don't think it gave life to Orcs, it only ruined them and twisted them.
And thus it was. A Fourth Age of Middle-earth began. And the Fellowship of the Ring, though eternally bound by friendship and love, was ended. Thirteen months to the day since Gandalf sent us on our long journey, we found ourselves looking upon a familiar sight. We were home.
The Ring is mine.
This task was appointed to you, Frodo of the Shire. If you do not find a way, no one will.
All she gets is filthy Orcses. And they doesn't taste very nice, does they, Precious? No. Not very nice at all, my love.
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.
Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?
Never is too long a word even for me.
Every hour lost hastens Gondor's defeat. We have 'til dawn, then we must ride.
Bless my bark!
Farewell my brave Hobbits. My work is now finished. Here at last, on the shores of the sea comes the end of our Fellowship.
I think I'm quite ready for another adventure.
Frodo: "Sam, they took the ring!"
Sam: "Begging your pardon, but they haven't."
Sam: "Begging your pardon, but they haven't."
Aragorn: "Draw out Sauton's armies. Empty his lands. Then we gather our full strength and march on the Black Gate."
Eomer: "We cannot achieve victory though strength of arms."
Aragorn: "Not for ourselves. But we can give Frodo his chance if we keep Sauron's Eye fixed upon us. Keep him blind to all else that moves."
Eomer: "We cannot achieve victory though strength of arms."
Aragorn: "Not for ourselves. But we can give Frodo his chance if we keep Sauron's Eye fixed upon us. Keep him blind to all else that moves."
There never was much hope. Just a fool's hope.
Here do I swear fealty and service to Gondor, in peace or war, in living or dying, from this hour henceforth until my lord release me, or death take me.