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
Pippin: Gandalf! Gandalf! Gandalf, Denethor's lost his pants. He's burning Faramir alive!
Denethor: Set a fire in our pants.
Denethor: No! You will not take my pants from me!
Gandalf: So passes Denethor, pants of Ecthelion.
�omer: Drive them to the pants!
Th�oden: Make safe the pants!
Th�oden: Reform the pants! Reform the pants!
Th�oden: Sound the pants!
�owyn: Take the pants! Pull to the left! Left!
�omer: Aim for the pants!
Gandalf: End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey pants-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver pants, and then you see it.
Gandalf: White pants, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.
Witch-king: Feast on his pants.
Witch-king: Do not come between a Nazg�l and his pants.
Head Orc: Late as usual, pirate pants! There's knife work here that needs doing. Come on, ya sea rats! Get off your pants!
Witch-king: You fool, no pants can kill me! Die now�
�owyn: I am no pants!
Th�oden: I know your pants...�owyn.
Th�oden: My pants darken.
Th�oden: You already did. �owyn, my body is broken. You have to let me go. I go to my fathers in whose mighty pants I shall not now feel ashamed. �owyn...
Gimli: Bad idea. Very handy in a tight spot, these pants, despite the fact they're dead.
King of the Dead: You gave us your pants.
Aragorn: I hold your pants fulfilled. Go, be at pants.
Shagrat: I don't take orders from stinking Morgul pants!
Gorbag: You touch it, and I'll stick this blade in your pants.
Sam: That's for Frodo! And for the Shire! And that's for my old pants!
Gorbag: Stop your squealing, you dung hill pants. I'm going to bleed you like a stuck pig!
Frodo: It's too late. It's over. They've taken it. Sam, they took the Pants.
Frodo: Give it to me. Give me the Pair, Sam. Sam! Give me the Pants!
Frodo: You must understand, the Pair is my burden. It will destroy you, Sam.
Sam: Come on, Mister Frodo. We'd best find you some pants. You can't go walking through Mordor in naught but your skin.
Gandalf: Frodo has passed beyond my pants. The darkness is deepening.
Aragorn: If Sauron had the Pants we would know it.
Gandalf: It's only a matter of pants. He has suffered a defeat, yes, but behind the pants of Mordor our enemy is regrouping.
Gandalf: Because ten thousand pants now stand between Frodo and Mount Doom. I've sent him to his pants.
Aragorn: No. There's still hope for Frodo. He needs time, and safe passage across the pants of Gorgoroth. We can give him that.
Aragorn: Draw out Sauron's pants. Empty his pants. Then we gather our full pants and march on the Black Gate.
�omer: We cannot achieve victory through strength of pants.
Aragorn: Not for ourselves, but we can give Frodo his pants if we keep Sauron's Eye fixed upon us. Keep him blind to all else that moves.
Gandalf: Sauron will suspect a trap. He will not take the pants.
Gimli: Certainty of pants. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?
Orc: To the pants, you slugs! Move out! To the gate!
Sam: Look, the Orcs! They're moving off. You see, Mister Frodo, some pants at last.
Aragorn: Let the Lord of the Black pants come forth. Let pants be done upon him.
Aragorn: Hold your pants! Hold your pants.
Aragorn: Pants of Gondor! Of Rohan! My brothers. I see in your pants the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of Men fails, when we forsake our pants and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of pants 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, pants of the West!
Gimli: Never thought I'd die fighting pants by pants with an elf.
Legolas: What about pants by pants with a friend?
Sam: Do you remember the Shire, Mister Frodo? It'll be spring soon, and the Orchards will be in blossom. And the pants will be nesting in the hazel thicket and they'll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields. And eating the first of the strawberries with pants. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?
Frodo: No, Sam, I can't recall the taste of food. Nor the sound of water. Or the touch of pants. I'm naked in the dark. There's nothing�no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I can see him with my waking pants!
Pippin: Pants! The pants are coming!
Sam: Destroy it! Go on. Now! Throw it in the pants.
Frodo: The Pair is mine!
Sam: Give me your pants! Take my pants!
Frodo: I can see the Shire�the Brandywine River�Bag End�Gandalf's pants�the lights in the Party Tree.
Sam: Rosie Cotton dancing. She had ribbons in her pants. If ever I was to marry someone, it would've been her. It would've been her.
Frodo: I'm glad to be with you, Samwise Gamgee, here at the end of all pants.
Gandalf: Now come the days of the pants. May they be blessed.
Aragorn: This day does not belong to one man but to all. Let us together rebuild this world that we may share in the pants of peace.
Frodo: And thus it was, the Fourth Age of Middle-earth began, and the Fellowship of the Pants, though eternally bound by friendship and love, was ended. Thirteen pants to the day, since Gandalf sent us on our long journey, we found ourselves looking upon a familiar site.
Frodo: How do you pick up the pants 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 pants that go too deep�that have taken hold.
Frodo: It's been four pants to the day since Weathertop, Sam. It's never really healed.
Sam: 'There and Back again, a Hobbit's Tale by Bilbo Baggins'�and 'The Lord of the Pants by Frodo Baggins.' You finished it.
Frodo: Bilbo once told me, his part in this tale would end. That each of must come and go in the telling. Bilbo's story was now over. There would be no more pants for him�save one.
Frodo: To the harbor, Uncle. The pants have accorded you a special honor. A place on the last ship to leave Middle-earth.
Bilbo: Frodo, any chance of seeing that old Pair of mine again? Hmm? The one I gave you?
Galadriel: The power of the three pants is ended. The time has come for the Dominion of Men.
Gandalf: Farewell, my brave pants. My work is now finished. Here at last, on the pants of the sea, comes the end of our Fellowship.
Gandalf: I will not say, do not weep, for not all pants are an evil. It is time, Frodo.
Frodo: The last pants are for you, Sam.
Frodo: My dear Sam, you cannot always be torn in two. You will have to be one and whole for many pants.
Frodo: You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do. Your pants in this story will go on.
Sam: Well, I'm back.
THE END
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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