#1 "Lembas Bread" Frodo: What food have we got left? Sam: Well, let me see. Oh yes, lovely. Lembas bread. And look! More lembas bread. I don't usually hold to foreign food, but this elvish stuff is not bad. Frodo: Nothing ever dampens your spirits does it Sam? Sam: Those rainclouds might.
#2 "We're Not Alone" Sam: This looks strangely familiar. Frodo: [In frustration]: That's because we've been here before! We are going in circles! Sam: Ah! What's that 'orrid stink? I'll warrant there's a nasty bog nearby. Can you smell it? Frodo: Yes I can smell it. We are not alone.
#3 "The Pace Has Quickened" Aragorn: Their pace quickens. They must have caught our scent. Hurry! Legolas: Come on Gimli! Gimli: Three day's and night's pursuit.. no food... no rest... and no sign of our quarry but what bare rock can tell.
#4 "Trees That Whisper" Pippin: Merry! Merry! Merry: I think, we might have made a mistake leaving the Shire, Pippin. [A rumbling sound is heard.] Pippin: What's making that noise? Merry: It's the trees. Pippin: What? Merry: You remember the Old Forest? On the borders of Buckland? Folks used to say that there was something in the water that made the trees tall, and come alive. Pippin: Alive? Merry: Trees that could whisper, talk to each other, even move.
#5 "What Business in the Riddermark?" Eomer: What business does an elf, a man, and a dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly! Gimli: Give me your name, horsemaster, and I shall give you mine. Eomer: I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground. [Legolas, in a lightning fast move, points an arrow at Eomer.] Legolas: You would die before your stroke fell! [The riders all point their spears closer to the travelers. Aragorn pushes down Legolas’ arm.] Aragorn: I'm Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Gloin, and Legolas, from the Woodland realm. We are friends of Rohan and of Theoden, its King. Eomer: Theoden no longer recognizes friend from foe. [He takes helmet off.] Not even his own kin.
#6 "Edoras Arrival" #7 "The Courtesy of Your Hall is Lessened of Late" Gandalf: The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, Theoden-King. Grima: He is not welcome. Theoden: Why should I welcome you, Gandalf - Stormcrow? Grima: [In Theoden's ear]: A just question, my liege. [Loudly, so all can hear]: Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear. Lathspell spell I name him. Ill news is an ill guest. Gandalf: Silence! Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm!
#8 "We Have to Get Out of Here" Sam: We have to get out of here. You go. Go now. You can do it. Use the Ring, Mr. Frodo. Just this once. Put it on. Disappear. Frodo: I can’t. You were right, Sam. You tried to tell me. I’m sorry.
#9 "Answer to All the Riddles" Faramir: So... this is the answer to all the riddles. Here in the wild I have you. Two haflings and a host of men at my call. And the Ring of power within my grasp.
#10"There is Still Hope" ELROND: Arwen. Tollen i lu. I chair gwannar na Valannor. Si bado, no cirar. [Translation: "Arwen. It is time. The ships are leaving for Valinor. Go now before it is too late."] Arwen: I've made my choice. ELROND: He is not coming back. Why do you linger when there is no hope?" Arwen: There is still hope. ELROND: If Aragorn survives this war, You will still be parted. If Sauron is defeated and Aragorn made king and all that you hoped for comes true... you will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality.
#11"Ten Thousand Strong" Theoden: A great host, you say? Aragorn: All Isengard is emptied. Theoden: How many? Aragorn: Ten thousand strong at least. Theoden: Ten-thousand?! Aragorn: It is an army bred for a single purpose: to destroy the world of Men. They will be here by nightfall. Theoden: Let them come.
#12"Maybe We Should Go Home" Pippin: Maybe Treebeard’s right. We don’t belong here, Merry. It’s too big for us. What can we do in the end? We’ve got the Shire. Maybe we should go home. Merry: The fires of Isengard will spread. And the woods of Tuckburough and Buckland will burn. And all that was once green and good in this world will be gone. There won’t be a Shire, Pippin.
#13"Skill with the Blade" Aragorn: You have some skill with a blade. Eowyn: Women of this country learned long ago that those without swords may still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain. Aragorn: What do you fear my lady? Eowyn: A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them. And all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire. Aragorn: You are a daughter of kings. A shieldmaiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate.
