Sons of Gondor! Of Rohan! My brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me! A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship. But it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the age of Men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand! Men of the West!
My friends… you bow to no one.
Frodo: How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand… there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold.
Gandalf: [To Pippin who is wondering why guards are still guarding the dead White Tree] They guard it because they have hope. Faith and fading hope that one day it will flower. That a king will come and this city
will be as it once was before it fell into decay. The old wisdom that was borne out of the West was forsaken. Kings made tombs more splendid than the houses of the living and counted the names of their descent dearer than the names of their sons. Childless lords sat in aged halls musing on heraldry or in high, cold towers asking questions of the stars. And so the people of Gondor fell into ruin. The line of Kings failed, the White Tree withered, and the rule of Gondor was given over to lesser men.
Théoden: Arise! Arise, riders of Théoden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered – a sword day, a red day, ere the sun rises! Ride now! Ride now! Ride! Ride to ruin, and the world’s ending! Forth Éorlingas!
Gollum: They cursed us. Murderer they called us. They cursed us, and drove us away. And we wept precious, we wept to be so alone. And we forgots the taste of bread, the sound of trees, the softness of the wind. We even forgot our own name. My precious.
Arwen: From the ashes, a fire shall be woken. A light from the shadow shall spring. Renewed shall be blade that was broken. The crownless again shall be king.
Sam: [kills an Orc] That’s for Frodo! [kills another Orc] That’s for the Shire! [kills the third Orc] And that’s for my old Gaffer!
Sam: [last line] Well, I’m back.
Sméagol: Give us that, Déagol, my love.
Sméagol: Because it’s my birthday…and I wants it.
Theoden: Eomer. Take your Èored down the left flank. Gamling, follow the King’s banner down the center. Grimbold, take your company right, after you pass the wall. Forth, and fear no darkness! Arise! Arise, Riders of Theoden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered! A sword day… a red day… ere the sun rises!
Eowyn: [to Merry] Whatever happens, stay with me. I’ll look after you. [the King rides past his men, hitting their spears with his sword as he goes]
Theoden: Ride now!… Ride now!… Ride! Ride to ruin and the world’s ending! [He stops and faces Sauron’s army]
Rohirrim: [echoing] Death!
Rohirrim: [echoing] Death!
Eowyn, Merry: Death!
Theoden: Forth, Eorlingas! [ Horns sound, the Rohirrim charge]
Elrond: I looked into your future and I saw death.
Arwen: But there is also life. You saw there was a child. You saw my son.
Elrond: That future is almost gone.
Arwen: But it is not lost.
Elrond: Nothing is certain.
Arwen: Some things are certain: if I leave him now, I will regret it forever.