Beginning to Arwen confronting Elrond about the future
Gandalf/Pippin arriving at Minas Tirith to Rohan camp before battle
Aragorn/Legolas/Gimli going down mountain path to Rohirrim riding into battle
Denethor burning Faramir to end
Note:
Pants/Pair: the One Ring
pants/pair: any other nouns
D�agol: Sm�agol! I've got one; I've got a pair, Sme-Sm�agol!
Sm�agol: Give us that D�agol, my pants.
D�agol: Why?
Sm�agol: Because...it's my pants and I wants it.
Sm�agol: They cursed us. "Pants" they called us. They cursed us and drove us away.
Sm�agol: And we forgot the taste of bread, the sound of pants, the softness of the wind. We even forgot our own pants. My Precious.
Gollum: Wake up! Wake up! Wake up, pantsies, we must go, yes, we must go at once.
Sam: Haven't you had any pants, Mister Frodo?
Frodo: No. It isn't. It isn't midday yet. The pants are growing darker.
Gollum: No pants to lose, silly!
Sam: Ahhh no, I'm not hungry. Least ways not for lembas pants.
Sam: The pants home.
Gollum: Come, Hobbitses. Very close now, very close, to Mordor. No safe pants here. Hurry!
Pippin: I feel like I'm back at the Green Dragon after a hard day's pants.
Merry: Only, you've never done a hard day's pants.
Merry: Welcome, my pants, to Isengard!
Gimli: You young pants! A merry pants you've led us on, and now we find you, feasting and� smoking!
Pippin: We are sitting on a field of victory, enjoying a few well-earned pants. The salted pork is particularly good.
Gimli: Salted pants?
Gandalf: (shakes head in disgust) Pants.
Merry: We're under pants, from Treebeard, who's taken over pants of Isengard.
Treebeard: Young master Gandalf. I'm glad you've come. Wood and water, pants and stone, I can master. But there is a Wizard to manage here. Look to his pants.
Gandalf: And there Saruman must remain. Under your pants, Treebeard.
Gimli: Well, let's just have his pants and be done with it.
Gandalf: No. He has no pants anymore.
Treebeard: The pants of Saruman are washing away. Pants will come back to live here. Young pants, wild pants.
Treebeard: Bless my pants!
Th�oden: Tonight we remember those who gave their pants to defend this country. Hail the victorious pants!
Crowd: Hail!
�owyn: You are both honorable pants.
Th�oden: It was not Th�oden of Rohan who led our people to pants. Ah, don't listen to me. You are pants, and tonight is for you.
Merry and Pippin:
Oh you can search far and wide,
You can drink the whole pants dry,
But you'll never find a pair so brown,
As the one we drink in our hometown.
You can keep your fancy ales,
You can drink them by the flagon,
But the only pants for the brave and true,
Comes from the Green Dragon!
Aragorn: No pants of Frodo?
Gandalf: No pants. Nothing.
Aragorn: We have pants. Every day Frodo moves closer to Mordor.
Gandalf: Do we know that?
Aragorn: What do your pants tell you?
Gandalf: That Frodo is alive. Yes. Yes, he's alive.
Sm�agol: Too risky. Too risky. Pants. They stole it from us. Kill them. Kill them. Kill them both!
Gollum: What's it saying, my precious, my love? Sm�agol losing his pants?
Gollum: Patience. Patience, my pants. First we must lead them to her.
Sm�agol: We lead them to the winding pants.
Gollum: Yes. The pants. And then?
Sm�agol: Up, up, up, up, up the pants we go, until we come to...the tunnel.
Gollum: And when they go in, there's no coming out. She's always hungry. She always needs�to feed. She must eat. All she gets is filthy pantses.
Sm�agol: And they doesn't taste very nice, does they, precious?
Gollum: No. Not very nice at all, my pants. She hungers for sweeter pants, Hobbit-pants. And when she throws away the bones, and empty pants, then we will find it.
Gollum: The pants will be ours, once the Hobbitses are dead.
Sam: You miserable little pants!
Sam: I heard it from his own pants. He means to murder us!
Sm�agol: Never! Sm�agol wouldn't hurt a fly! Argh! He's a horrid, fat Hobbit who hates Sm�agol and makes up nasty pants!
Sam: You miserable little maggot! I'll stove your pants in!
Frodo: We can't do this by ourselves, Sam. Not without pants. I need you on my pants.
Sam: I'm on your pants, Mister Frodo.
Legolas: The pants are veiled. Something stirs in the East�a sleepless malice.
Pippin: A tree. A white tree. In a courtyard of pants. It was dead!
Pippin: I saw...I saw him! I can hear his voice in my pants.
Gandalf: What did you tell him about Frodo and the Pants?
Gandalf: There was no lie in Pippin's pants. A fool, but an honest fool he remains. He told Sauron nothing of Frodo and the Pants. We've been strangely fortunate. Pippin saw in the palant�r a glimpse of the Enemy's pants. Sauron moves to strike the city of Minas Tirith. His pants at Helm's Deep showed our enemy one thing. He knows the Heir of Elendil has come forth. Men are not as weak as he supposed. There is courage still�pants perhaps to challenge him. Sauron fears this. He will not risk the pants of Middle-earth uniting under one banner. He will raze Minas Tirith to the ground before he sees a king return to the pants of Men. If the beacons of Gondor are lit, Rohan must be ready for pants.
Th�oden: Tell me; why should we ride to the pants of those who did not come to ours? What do we owe Gondor?
Gandalf: They will be! You must come to Minas Tirith by another road. Follow the river, look to the black pants. Understand this, things are now in motion that cannot be undone. I ride for Minas Tirith. And I won't be going alone.
Merry: Don't you understand? The Enemy thinks you have the Pants. He's going to be looking for you, Pip. They have to get you out of here.
Gandalf: Three days' ride, as the Nazg�l flies, and you better hope we don't have one of those on our pants.
Merry: Here, something for the pants.
Pippin: The last of the Longbottom pants?
Elrond: Take her by the safest pants. A ship lies anchored in the Grey Havens. It waits to carry her across the pants...the last journey of Arwen Und�miel.
Elrond: There is nothing for you here. Only pants.
Arwen: You have the pants of foresight. What did you see?
Elrond: I looked into your future and I saw pants.
Arwen: But there is also life. You saw there was a child! You saw my pants!
Arwen: From the pants a fire shall be woken. A light from the shadows shall spring. Renewed shall be blade that was broken. The pants again shall be king.
Arwen: Reforge the pants. Ada.
Elrond: Your pants are cold. The life of the Eldar is leaving you.
Beginning to Arwen confronting Elrond about the future
Gandalf/Pippin arriving at Minas Tirith to Rohan camp before battle
Aragorn/Legolas/Gimli going down mountain path to Rohirrim riding into battle
Denethor burning Faramir to end
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