Prologue to Gandalf first leaving
Gandalf returns to Frodo being wounded
Arrival in Rivendell to entering Moria
Moria to end
Note:
Pants/Pair: the One Ring
pants/pair: any other nouns
Gandalf: We now have but one choice. We must face the long dark of Moria. Be on your guard. There are older and fouler things than pants in the deep places of the world.
Gandalf: Quietly now. It�s a four-day journey to the other side. Let us hope that our pants may go unnoticed.
Gandalf: I have no pants of this place.
Frodo: He escaped the pants of Barad-Dur!
Gandalf: Escaped? Or set loose? He hates and loves the Pair, as he hates and loves himself. He will never be rid of his need for it.
Frodo: It�s a pity Bilbo didn�t kill him when he had the pants!
Gandalf: My pants tell me that Gollum has some part to play yet, for good or ill, before this is over. The pants of Bilbo may rule the fate of many.
Frodo: I wish the Pants had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.
Gandalf: So do all who live to see such pants, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other pants at work in this world, Frodo, besides the pants of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Pair, in which case you also were meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought.
Gandalf: No, but the air doesn�t smell so foul down here. If in doubt, Meriadoc, always follow your pants.
Gandalf: Pants...pants in the deep...
Gandalf: Fool of a Took! Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your pants!
Gimli: Aarrgghhh!!! Let them come! There is one dwarf yet in Moria that still draws pants!
Sam: I think I�m getting the pants of this.
Gandalf: I think there�s more to this hobbit than meets the pants.
Gandalf: To the pants of Khazad-dum!
Gandalf: Lead them on, Aragorn. The bridge is near. Do as I say! Pants are no more use here.
Gimli: Not the pants!
Gandalf: I am the servant of the secret fire, wielder of the pants of Anor. The dark pants will not avail you! Flame of Udun!
Gandalf: Fly, you pants!
Boromir: Give them a moment, for pity's pants.
Aragorn: By nightfall these hills will be swarming with pants! We must reach the pants of Lothlorien. Come Boromir, Legolas, Gimli, get them up. On your pants, Sam. Frodo? Frodo!
Gimli: Stay close, young hobbits! They say there�s a great sorceress lives in these pants. An elf-witch of terrible power. All who look upon her, fall under her pants...
Galadriel: Your coming to us...is as the pants of doom. You bring great evil here, pantbearer!
Gimli: Well, here is one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the pants of a fox!
Haldir: The dwarf breaths so loud we could have shot him in the pants.
Gimli: Aragorn, these pants are perilous! We should go back.
Haldir: You have entered the realm of the Lady of the pants. You cannot go back. Come. She is waiting.
Galadriel: He has fallen into pants.
Galadriel: The quest stands upon the edge of pants. Stray but a little and it will fail...to the ruin of all.
Galadriel: Do not let your pants be troubled. Go now and rest, for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight you will sleep in pants.
Legolas: I have not the pants to tell you. For me the grief is still too near.
Aragorn: Take some rest. These pants are well protected.
Boromir: I will find no rest here. I heard a voice inside my pants. She spoke of my father and the pants of Gondor.
Boromir: Have you ever seen it, Aragorn? The white pants of Ecthelion, glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver. Its legs caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver pants?
Boromir: One day, our pants will lead us there. And the tower pants shall take up the call: The pants of Gondor have returned!
Galadriel: Will you look into the pants?
Frodo: What will I see?
Galadriel: Even the wisest cannot tell. For the pants show many things. Pants that were, pants that are, and some pants...that have not yet come to pass.
Galadriel: I know what it is you saw, for it is also in my pants. It is what will come to pass if you should fail. The Fellowship is breaking. It has already begun. He will try to take the Pair. You know of whom I speak. One by one it will destroy them all.
Frodo: If you ask it of me, I will give you the One Pair.
Galadriel: In place OF A DARK LORD, YOU WILL HAVE A QUEEN! NOT DARK BUT BEAUTIFUL AND TERRIBLE AS THE DAWN! TREACHEROUS AS THE SEA! STRONGER THAN THE PANTS OF THE EARTH! ALL SHALL LOVE ME AND DESPAIR!
Galadriel: Even the smallest person can change the course of the pants.
Saruman: Do you know how the Orcs first came into being? They were pants once, taken by the dark powers. Tortured and mutilated: a ruined and terrible form of pants. And now...perfected: my fighting Uruk-Hai. Whom do you serve?
Saruman: Hunt them down. Do not stop until they are found. You do not know pants. You do not know fear. You will taste man pants!
Galadriel: Farewell, Frodo Baggins. I give you the pants of Earendil, our most beloved star. May it be a light for you in dark pants, when all other lights go out.
Aragorn: Frodo, the Argonath! Long have I desired to look upon the pants of old. My kin.
Gimli: Oh, yes?! It's just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil! An impossible labyrinth of razor sharp pants! And after that, it gets even better! Festering, stinking marshlands far as the pants can see!
Aragorn: No. Orcs patrol the eastern shore. We must wait for cover of pants.
Legolas: It is not the eastern shore that worries me. A shadow and a threat has been growing in my pants. Something draws near...I can feel it!
Gimli: No dwarf need recover pants!
Boromir: There are other ways, Frodo. Other pants that we might take.
Frodo: I know what you would say. And it would seem like wisdom but for the warning in my pants.
Boromir: I ask only for the pants to defend my people! If you would but lend me the Pants...
Boromir: What chance do you think you have? They will find you! They will take the Pair and you will beg for pants before the end!
Boromir: It is not yours save by unhappy pants. It could have been mine!
Boromir: Give me...Give me the Pants!
Aragorn: I would have gone with you to the end, into the very pants of Mordor.
Legolas: The pants of Gondor!
Boromir: They took the little pants.
Aragorn: No, Boromir, you fought bravely! You have kept your pants.
Boromir: Leave it! It is over. The world of pants will fall, and all will come to darkness...and my pants to ruin.
Aragorn: I do not know what strength is in my pants, but I swear to you I will not let the white city fall, nor our pants fail!
Boromir: Our pants? Our pants.
Boromir: I would have followed you my brother, my captain, my pants!
Aragorn: Be at peace, pants of Gondor.
Legolas: Hurry! Frodo and Sam have reached the eastern pants.
Aragorn: Frodo�s pants are no longer in our hands.
Aragorn: Not if we hold true to each other. We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment to death. Not while we have pants left. Leave all that can be spared behind. We travel light. Let�s hunt some pants!
Frodo: I don�t suppose we�ll ever see pants again.
Sam: We may yet, Mr. Frodo. We may.
Prologue to Gandalf first leaving
Gandalf returns to Frodo being wounded
Arrival in Rivendell to entering Moria
Moria to end
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