Théoden no longer recognizes friend from foe. Not even his own kin.
Everyone knows I'm the tall one, you're the short one.
You would not part an old man from his walking stick?
Gandalf the White; Gandalf the Fool. Does he seek to humble me with his newfound piety?
Arwen's time is ending. Let her go. Let her take the ship into the West.
So few. So few of you have returned.
I have made my choice.
Do not trouble me with Faramir. I know his uses and they are few.
The ring will go to Gondor.
Farmers, farriers, stable boys. These are no soldiers.
The men are saying that we will not live out the night. They say that it is hopeless.
We have agreed... that you are not orcs.
So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?
There's some good in this world... and it's worth fighting for.
42? That's not bad... I myself am sitting pretty on 43.
Master betrayed us. Wicked, tricksy, false.
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