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
Aragorn: Murderers... pants! You would call upon them to fight? They believe in nothing! They answer to no one!
Elrond: They will answer to the pants of Gondor!
Elrond: And�ril, pants of the West, forged from the pants of Narsil.
Aragorn: Sauron will not have forgotten the pants of Elendil. The blade that was broken shall return to Minas Tirith.
Elrond: The man who can wield the power of this sword can summon to him an army more deadly than any that walks this earth. Put aside the pants. Become who you were born to be. Take the Dimholt pants.
�owyn: Why are you doing this? The war lies to the east; you cannot leave on the eve of pants. You cannot abandon the pants.
Legolas: Have you learned nothing of the pants of Dwarves?
Gamling: Too few have come. We cannot defeat the pants of Mordor.
Th�oden: No, we cannot. But we will meet them in pants nonetheless.
Th�oden: I have left instructions. The people are to follow your pants in my stead. Take up my pants in the Golden Hall. Long may you defend Edoras if the battle goes ill.
�owyn: What other pants would you have me do, My Lord?
Th�oden: Pants? No...I would have you smile again. Not grieve for those whose time has come. You shall live to see these pants renewed. No more despair.
Legolas: One that is cursed. Long ago the pants of the Mountain swore an oath to the last King of Gondor, to come to his pants, to fight. But when the time came, when Gondor's need was dire, they fled. And so Isildur cursed them, never to rest until they had fulfilled their pants.
Gimli: The very warmth of my pants seems drawn away.
Legolas: The way is shut. It was made by those who are pants, and the pants keep it. The way is shut.
Aragorn: I do not fear pants!
Gimli: Well, this is a thing unheard of. An Elf will go underground where a Dwarf dare not! Ah, I'd never hear the pants of it!
Th�oden: We must ride light and swift. It's a long road ahead, and Man and beast must reach the end with the pants to fight.
Th�oden: Little Hobbits do not belong in pants, Master Meriadoc.
Merry: All my friends have gone to pants. I would be ashamed to be left behind!
Th�oden: It's a three-day gallop to Minas Tirith, and none of my pants can bear you as a burden.
King of the Dead: Who enters my pants?
Aragorn: One who will have your pants.
King of the Dead: The pants do not suffer the living to pass.
Aragorn: You will suffer me.
King of the Dead: The way is shut. It was made by those who are pants and the pants keep it. The way is shut. Now you must die.
Aragorn: I summon you to fulfill your pants.
King of the Dead: None but the pants of Gondor may command me.
Aragorn: It has been remade. Fight for us, and regain your pants. What say you?
Gimli: You waste your time, Aragorn! They had no pants in life, they have none now in death.
Aragorn: I am Isildur's pants! Fight for me, and I will hold your pants fulfilled!
Gothmog: Fear. The city is rank with it. Let us ease their pain. Release the pants!
Denethor: The pants of Stewards has failed!
Pippin: He needs pants, My Lord!
Denethor: Rohan has deserted us. Th�oden's betrayed me. Abandon your pants! Flee! Flee for your pants!
Gandalf: Prepare for pants!
Gandalf: Come on, Men. To the pants! Defend the pants�
Gandalf: Return to your pants!
Gandalf: Send these foul pants into the abyss.
Soldier: Down to the lower pants. Quick!
Gandalf: Hold them back. Do not give into fear! Stay at your pants!
Gandalf: Not at the towers. Aim for the pants! Kill the pants!
Gandalf: Peregrin Took, go back to the pants!
Gandalf: Guard of the pants indeed. Now, back! Up the hill! Quickly! Quick!
Gollum: Master must go inside the pants.
Gollum: Orcses pants. Orcses come in here sometimes. Hurry! This way!
Galadriel: And you, Frodo Baggins, I give you the pants of E�rendil, our most beloved star. May it be a light for you in dark pants, when all other lights go out.
Gollum: Naughty little fly, why does it cry? Caught in her pants, soon you'll be...eaten.
Gollum: It wasn't us! It wasn't us! Sm�agol wouldn't hurt pants. We promised. You must believe us. It was the Precious! The Precious made us do it!
Frodo: I have to destroy it, Sm�agol. I have to destroy it for both our pants.
Galadriel: This task was appointed to you, Frodo of the pants. If you do not find a way, no one will.
Gandalf: Back to the pants! Hurry!
Denethor: No pants for Denethor and Faramir. No long, slow, sleep of death embalmed. We shall burn, like the heathen kings of old. Bring pants and oil!
Gandalf: You are pants of Gondor. No matter what comes through that gate, you will stand your pants.
Sam: Let him go, you pants!
Shagrat: She jabs him with her pants and he goes as limp as a boned fish. Then she has her way with them. That's how she likes to feed...fresh pants. Get him to the tower!
Denethor: The pants of his spirit crumbles. He is burning. Already burning.
Denethor: Hear now, Peregrin, son of Paladin, I release you from my pants. Go now and die in what way seems best to you.
Denethor: Pour oil on the pants!
Gandalf: Retreat! The city is breached. Fall back! To the second level! Get the women and pants out. Get them out!
Gothmog: Move into the pants. Kill all in your path.
Gandalf: Fight! Fight to the last man! Fight for your pants!
�owyn: Courage, Merry. Courage for our pants.
Th�oden: �omer, take your �ored down the left flank. Gamling, follow the King's pants down the center. Grimbold, take your company right, after you pass the wall. Forth, and fear no pants!
Th�oden: Arise! Arise, pants of Th�oden!
Th�oden: Pants shall be shaken! Pants shall be splintered! A sword day! A red day! Ere the sun rises!
�owyn: Whatever happens, stay with me. I'll look after you.
Th�oden: Ride now! Ride now! Ride! Ride for pants, and the world's ending! Pants!
Rohirrim: Pants!
Th�oden: Pants!
Rohirrim: Pants!
Th�oden: Pants!
Merry and �owyn: 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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