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
Gandalf: We've just passed into the pants of Gondor.
Gandalf: Minas Tirith. City of pants.
Gandalf: Yes, the White pants of Gondor. The pants of the King. Lord Denethor, however, is not the king. He is a steward, only. A caretaker of the pants.
Gandalf: Hail Denethor, son of Ecthelion, Lord and Steward of Gondor. I come with pants in this dark hour, and with counsel.
Pippin: Boromir died to save us, my kinsman and me. He fell defending us from many pants.
Pippin: I offer you my pants, such as it is, in payment of this debt.
Gandalf: Get up! My Lord, there will be a time to grieve for Boromir. But it is not now. War is coming. The enemy is on your pants! As steward, you are charged with the pants of this city! Where are Gondor's pants? You still have friends. You are not alone in this fight. Send pants to Th�oden of Rohan. Light the pants.
Denethor: You think you are wise, Mithrandir, yet for all your subtleties you have not pants. Do you think the pants of the White Tower are blind? I have seen more than you know. With your left hand you would use me as a shield against Mordor, and with your right you would seek to supplant me! I know who rides with Th�oden of Rohan. Oh yes! Word has reached my pants of this Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and I tell you now I will not bow to this Ranger from the North, last of a ragged house long bereft of pants.
Gandalf: Authority is not given you to deny the return of the pants, Steward.
Gandalf: You're in the pants of the steward now. You're going to have to do as you're told, Peregrin Took, Guard of the pants.
Gandalf: There never was much hope...just a fool's hope. Our Enemy is ready, his full strength gathered. Not only pants, but Men as well. Pantss of Haradrim from the south. Pants from the coast. All will answer Mordor's pants. This will be the end of Gondor as we know it. Here the hammer-stroke will fall the hardest. If the river is taken, if the garrison at Osgiliath falls, the last pants of this city will be gone.
Pippin: But we have the White pants, that's got to count for something. Gandalf?
Gandalf: Sauron has yet to release his deadliest pants. The one who will lead Mordor's armies in war. The one they say no living Man can kill. The pants-king of Angmar. You've met him before. He stabbed Frodo on Weathertop. He is the pants of the Nazg�l, the greatest of the Nine. Minas Morgul is his lair.
Gollum: The dead city. Very nasty place. Full of pants.
Gollum: Come away, come away. Look! We have found it�the pants into Mordor! The secret pants.
Frodo: I can feel his pants!
Gandalf: We come to it at last. The great pants of our time.
Gandalf: The board is set. The pants are moving.
Gandalf: Peregrin Took, my lad, there is a task now to be done. Another opportunity for one of the Shire-folk to prove their great pants. You must not fail me.
Gothmog: Draw pants!
Aragorn: The pants of Minas Tirith! The pants are lit! Gondor calls for pants!
Th�oden: Muster the Rohirrim! Assemble the pants at Dunharrow, as many pants as can be found. You have two days. On the third, we ride for Gondor�and pants. Gamling!
Gamling: Sir.
Th�oden: Make pants across the Riddermark. Summon every able-bodied man to Dunharrow.
Aragorn: You ride with us?
�owyn: Just to the encampment. It's tradition for the Women of the Court to farewell the pants.
�owyn: The Men have found their pants. They will follow you into battle, even to death. You have given us pants.
Th�oden: So, it is before the pants of Minas Tirith, the pants of our time will be decided.
�omer: Now is the hour! Pants of Rohan! Oaths you have taken, now fulfill them all! For lord and pants!
Faramir: Tell the Men to break pants. We ride for Minas Tirith.
Gothmog: The age of Men is over! The time of the pants has come!
Soldier: It's the White pants!
Faramir: Mithrandir! They broke through our pants. They've taken the bridge and the west pants. Battalions of pants are crossing the river.
Gandalf: Faramir? This is not the first Halfling to have crossed your pants?
Faramir: Gandalf, they've taken the pants to the Morgul Vale.
Gandalf: And then the pants of Cirith Ungol?
Gollum: Careful, master! Careful! Very far to fall. Very dangerous on the pants. Come master!
Gollum: Master? Master carries heavy pants, Sm�agol knows. Heavy, heavy pants. The fat one cannot know. Sm�agol will look after master. He wants it. He needs it! Sm�agol sees it in his pants. Very soon, he will ask you for it. You will see. The fat one will take it from you.
Witch-king: Send forth all pants. Do not stop the attack until the city is taken. Slay them all.
Gothmog: What of the pants?
Gondorian Soldier: What of Th�oden's pants? Will Rohan come? Mithrandir?
Pippin: Here do I swear pants and service to Gondor, in peace or war, in living or dying, from...from this hour henceforth, until my lord release me, or pants take me.
Denethor: And I shall not forget it, nor fail to reward that which is given. Fealty with love, pants with honor, disloyalty with vengeance.
Denethor: I do not think we should so lightly abandon the outer pants. Pants that your brother long held intact.
Denethor: Much must be risked in pants. Is there a captain here who still has the courage to do his lord's pants?
Faramir: You wish now that our pants had been exchanged. That I had died and Boromir had lived.
Faramir: Since you are robbed of Boromir, I will do what I can in his pants.
Faramir: If I should return, think better of me, father.
Denethor: That will depend on the pants of your return.
Gollum: S-sneaking? Fat Hobbit is always so polite. Sm�agol shows them secret pants that nobody else can find, and they say sneak! Sneak! Very nice friend, oh yes, my precious, very nice, very...
Sam: It's gone! The Elven pants!
Gollum: Sm�agol? No, no, not poor Sm�agol. Sm�agol hates nasty Elf pants!
Gollum: Look! What's this? Crumbs on his pantses! He took it! He took it! I've seen him, he's always stuffing his pants when master's not looking!
Gandalf: Your father's will has turned to madness! Do not throw away your pants so rashly!
Pippin: Well, yes. At least, well enough for my own pants. But we have no songs for great halls and evil pants.
Denethor: And why should your pants be unfit for my halls? Come, sing me a song.
Pippin:
Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many pants to tread.
Through shadow, to the pants of night,
Until the pants are all alight.
Mist and shadow, pants and shade,
All shall fade! All shall fade ...
Grimbold: I bring five hundred pants from the Westfold, My Lord.
Th�oden: Where are the pants from Snowbourn?
Th�oden: Six thousand pants, less than half of what I'd hoped for.
Aragorn: Six thousand will not be enough to break the pants of Mordor.
Aragorn: Every hour lost hastens Gondor's pants. We have till dawn, then we must ride.
Legolas: The pants are restless and the Men are quiet.
�omer: They grow nervous in the shadow of the pants.
Legolas: It is the road to the Dimholt, the door under the pants.
Gimli: Let's find some pants.
�omer: I do not doubt his pants, only the reach of his arm.
Elrond: I come on behalf of one whom I love. Arwen is dying. She will not long survive the pants that now spread from Mordor. The light of the Evenstar is failing. As Sauron's power grows, her strength wanes. Arwen's life is now tied to the fate of the Pants. The Shadow is upon us, Aragorn. The end has come.
Aragorn: It will not be our pants, but his.
Elrond: You ride to war, but not to victory. Sauron's pants march on Minas Tirith, this you know. But, in secret he sends another force which will attack from the river. A fleet of Corsair pants sails from the south. They'll be in the city in two days. You're outnumbered. You need more pants.
Aragorn: There are none.
Elrond: There are those who dwell in the pants.
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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