The best Quotes from The Rings of Power (Page 3)

Nobody goes off-trail! And nobody walks alone!

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."

Haven't you ever wondered what else is out there? There's wonders in this world beyond our wandering... I can feel it.

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.

This could be the beginning of a new era.

Elrond: "Lindon receives you with grace."
Galadriel: "With grace, I am received."

We're the ones holding the long end of the hammer here.

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.

A tower that can host a forge more powerful than any ever built. Able to birth a flame as hot as a dragon's tongue and as pure as starlight. The things we could use it to create could transform Middle-earth.

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.

They say that Morgoth found the Silmarils so beautiful that after he'd stolen them, for weeks, he could do nothing but stare into their depths. It was only after one of his tears fell upon the jewels and he was faced with the evil of his own reflection, that the reverie was finally broken. From that moment, he looked upon their light no more. Fëanor's work nearly turned the heart of the Great Foe himself.

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.

Celebrimbor: "This was the workshop of Celebrimbor."
Halbrand: "The Celebrimbor? He's not here, is he?"
Celebrimbor: "Well... as a matter of fact, he is."

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

We are on the cusp of crafting a new kind of power. Not of strength, but of spirit. Not of the flesh, but over flesh.

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