The best Quotes by Thranduil

Legolas: "Why did you do that? You promised to set him free."
Thranduil: "And I did. I freed his wretched head from his miserable shoulders."

One hundred years is a mere blink in the life of an elf! I'm patient. I can wait.

It is fruitless to reason with a dwarf. They only understand one thing.

Other lands are not my concern. The fortunes of the world will rise and fall, but here in this kingdom, we will endure.

Your mother loved you, Legolas, more than anything. More than life itself.

You have found a way in. You seek that which would bestow upon you, the right to rule. The King's Jewel. The Arkenstone. It is precious to you beyond measure, I understand that. The gems in the Mountain that I, too, desire - white gems, of pure starlight. I offer you my help. I will let you go, if you but return what is mine.

Such is the nature of evil. Out there in the vast ignorance of the world it festers and spreads. A shadow that grows in the dark. A sleepless malice as black as the oncoming wall of night. So it ever was. So will it always be. In time all foul things come forth.

True courage is about knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one.

If this is love, I don't want it. Take it away, please! Why does it hurt so much?

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

I'm not a hero, or a warrior... not even a burglar.

Go back to your books, your fireplace. Plant your trees, watch them grow. If more of us valued home above gold, it would be a merrier world.

One day I'll remember. Remember everything that happened: the good, the bad, those who survived... and those that did not.

While there's life there's hope.

I found it is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay.

There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.

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.

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.

Farewell, o Gandalf! May you ever appear where you are most needed and least expected!

So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.

Short cuts make for long delays.

Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the walls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they have long known.

Some believe it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. It is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindness and love. Why Bilbo Baggins? Perhaps because I am afraid, and he gives me courage.

[Riddle for Gollum]
What have I got in my pocket?

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

Gimli: "I never thought I'd die fighting side by side with an elf."
Legolas: "What about side by side with a friend?"
Gimli: "Aye, I could do that."

Gimli: "What's happening out there?"
Legolas: "Shall I describe it to you... or would you like me to find you a box?"

A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night.

"The deeds of Men will outlast us, Gimli."
"And yet come to naught in the end but might-have-beens, I guess", said the Dwarf.
"To that the Elves know not the answer", said Legolas.

Oft hope is born when all is forlorn.

You would die before your stroke fell.

There lies the woods of Lothlórien! That is the fairest of all the dwellings of my people. There are not trees like the trees of that land. For in the autumn their leaves fall not, but turn to gold. Not till the spring comes and the new green opens do they fall and then the boughs are laden with yellow flowers; and the floor of the wood is golden and golden is it's roof, and its pillars of silver, for the bark of the trees is smooth and grey. So still our songs in Mirkwood say. My heart would be glad if I were beneath the eaves of that wood, and it were springtime!

This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.

He was tall as a young tree, lithe, immensely strong, able swiftly to draw a great war-bow and shoot down a Nazgûl, endowed with the tremendous vitality of Elvish bodies, so hard and resistant to hurt that he went only in light shoes over rock or through snow, the most tireless of all the Fellowship.

May they find peace after death.
[Hiro hyn hîdh ab 'wanath.]

The Light failed; but the Darkness that followed was more than loss of light.

I go now to my long rest in the timeless halls beyond the seas and the Mountains of Aman. It will be long ere I am seen among the Noldor again; and it may be that we shall not meet a second time in death or life, for the fates of our kindreds are apart. Farewell!

He is a warrior, Andreth, and a spirit of wrath. In every stroke that he deals he sees the Enemy who long ago did thee this hurt. But you are not for Arda. Whither you go may you find light. Await us there, my brother–and me.

An oath I too shall swear, and must be free to fulfill it, and go into darkness. Nor shall anything of my realm endure that a son should inherit.

The slow time passed. Then in the gloom
two eyes there glowed. He saw his doom,
Beren, silent, as his bonds he strained
beyond mortal might enchained.
Lo! sudden there was rending sound
of chains that parted and unwound,
of meshes broken. Forth there leaped
upon the wolvish thing that crept
in shadow faithful Felagund,
careless of fang or mortal wound.

The Elves made many rings; but secretly Sauron made One Ring to rule all the others, and their power was bound up with it.

And for a great deal it seemed good to him, for in the music there were no flaws.

All have their worth and each contributes to the worth of the others.

"Many are the strange chances of the world," said Mithrandir, "and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter."

"Take now this Ring," he said; "for thy labours and thy cares will be heavy, but in all it will support thee and defend thee from weariness. For this is the Ring of Fire, and herewith, maybe, thou shalt rekindle hearts to the valour of old in a world that grows chill."

Ted: "You're scared of the seven dwarves?"
Robin: "Just of Doc. He's creepy... I mean, the guy went to medical school, what is he doing living with six coalminers."