Go now and die in what way seems best to you.

Bring forth the ring, Frodo.

Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall.

Hammer and tongs!

Lathspell I name you, ill-news; and ill news is an ill guest they say.

Far, far below the deepest delvings of the dwarves, the world is gnawed by nameless things.

There is a fell voice on the air.

It's a dangerous business, going out your door.

It comes in pints?

Don't turn me into anything ... unnatural.

I've lived a very, very long time; so my name is like a story.

I begin to see it even with my waking eyes, and all else fades.

One does not simply walk into Mordor.

We are horribly afraid – but we are coming with you; or following you like hounds.

What's taters, precious, eh, what's taters?

All shall love me and despair.

Now for wrath, now for ruin, and the red dawn. Forth Eorlingas!

For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.

I would not take this thing if it lay by the highway.

Is there any in this rout with authority to treat with me?

Tell Saruman this dainty is not for him.

Your love of the halfling's leaf has clouded your mind.

Old fool! This is my hour. Do you not know Death when you see it?