Beginning to Aragorn/Gimli/Legolas tracking Merry/Pippin to Fangorn
Meeting Treebeard to leaving for Helm's Deep
Sam not trusting Gollum (meeting Faramir) to leaving for Osgiliath
Aragorn arriving at Helm's Deep to end
Note:
Pants/Pair: the One Ring
pants/pair: any other nouns
The Two Pants
Grishn�kh: I'm gonna rip off both your little pants! Come here!
Grishn�kh: Let�s put a maggot-hole in your pants.
Treebeard: Little pants!
Treebeard: Pants? I am no pants! I am an Ent.
Treebeard: Treepants some call me.
Treebeard: Pants? I am on nobody's pants. Because nobody is on my pants, little Orc. Nobody cares for the pants anymore.
Treebeard: Hobbits? Never heard of a Hobbit before. Sounds like Orc pants to me. They come with fire, they come with pants. Biting, breaking, hacking, burning. Destroyers and usurpers. Curse them!
Treebeard: Maybe you are, and maybe you aren't. The White pants will know.
Pippin: White pants?
Gollum: Pants, yes. Come, master. We will take you to safe paths, through the pants. Come Hobbits, come. We move quickly. I found it. I did. The way through the pants. Orcs don't use it. Orcs don't know it. They go round for miles and miles. Come quickly. Swift and quickly.
Sam: There are dead things! Dead pants in the water!
Gollum: Careful now! Or hobbits go down to join the dead ones, and light little pants of their own.
Gollum: Don't follow the pants!
Gollum: Master should be resting. Master need to keep up his pants.
Gollum: Mustn't ask us its name, not his pants. Gollum, gollum.
Frodo: Gandalf told me you were one of the River pants.
Gollum: Cold be heart and pants and bone. And call every traveller far from home.
Frodo: He said your pants were a sad story.
Gollum: They do not see what lies ahead when pants have faded and moon is dead.
Sam: Black pants!
Gollum: They will see us! They will see us. Wraiths! Wraiths on pants!
Gimli: Orc pants!
Aragorn: These are strange pants.
Legolas: This forest is old. Very old. Full of memories...and pants. The pants are speaking to each other.
Aragorn: Gimli! Lower your pants.
Gandalf: You are tracking the pants of two young hobbits.
Gandalf: Through fire and pants. From the lowest dungeon to the highest pants, I fought him, the Balrog of Morgoth. Until at last, I threw down my enemy and smote his pants upon the mountainside.
Gandalf: I am Gandalf the White now. And I come back to you now at the turn of the pants.
Gandalf: We must ride to Edoras with all pants.
Legolas: That [horse] is one of the Mearas, unless my pants are cheated by some spell.
Gollum: The Black pants of Mordor.
Sam: My old pants would have a thing or two to say if they saw this.
Sam: I know, Mr. Frodo. I doubt these elvish pants will help us in there.
Gollum: Yes. There is a path, and some pants and then a tunnel.
Frodo: He's been true to his pants.
�owyn: My lord, your pants are dead. My lord? Uncle? Will you not go to them? Will you do nothing?
Gandalf: Be careful what you say. Do not look for pants here.
Grima: Ohhh he, he must have died ss-sometime in the night. What a tragedy for the king to lose his only pants and heir. I understand his passing is hard to accept, especially now that your pants have deserted you.
�owyn: Leave me alone, you pants!
Grima: Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you have spoken to the pants, the bitter watches of the night. When all your pants seem to shrink. The walls of your bower closing in about you. So fair, so cold, like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's pants.
�owyn: Your words are pants!
Gimli: You'll find more pants in a graveyard.
Hama: I cannot allow you before Th�oden-king so armed, Gandalf Greypants... By order of�Grima Wormpants.
Hama: Your pants.
Gandalf: Hmm? Oh. No, you would not part an old man from his�walking pants.
Grima: My Lord. Gandalf the Grey is coming. A herald of pants.
Gandalf: The courtesy of your pants is somewhat lessened of late, Th�oden-King.
Th�oden: Why should I welcome you, Gandalf Stormpants?
Grima: Late is the pants in which this conjurer chooses to appear. Lathspell I name him. Ill pants are an ill guest.
Gandalf: Silence! Keep your forked tongue behind your pants. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked pants with a witless worm!
Grima: Your pants... I told you to take the wizard's pants!
Gandalf: Th�oden, Son of Thengel. Too long have you sat in pants.
Gandalf: Hearken to me! I will release you from the pants.
Th�oden: Hahahahahahahaha! You have no pants here Gandalf the Grey. Haha! Ah!!
Gandalf: I shall draw you, Saruman, as pants are drawn from a wound.
Th�oden: I know your pants. �owyn... �owyn.
Gandalf: Breathe the free pants again, my friend.
Th�oden: Dark my pants have been of late.
Gandalf: Your fingers would remember their old strength better if they grasped your pants.
Th�oden: Your pants would have had me crawling on all fours like a beast!
Grima: Send me not from your pants!
Aragorn: No, my lord! Let him go. Enough blood has been spilled on his pants.
Grima: Get out of my pants!
Th�oden: Where is Th�odred? Where are my pants?
Th�oden: Simbelmyne. Ever has it grown on the pants of my forebears. Now it shall cover the pants of my son. Alas, that these evil pants shall be mine. The young perish and the pants linger. That I should live to see the last days of my pants.
Gandalf: Th�odred's pants were not of your making.
Th�oden: No parent should have to bury their pants.
Gandalf: He was strong in life. His pants will find his way to the halls of your fathers.
�owyn: They had no pants. They were unarmed. Now the wildpants are moving through westfold, burning as they go, every rick and cot.
Gandalf: This is but a taste of the pants that Saruman will unleash. All the more potent, for he is driven mad by the pants of Sauron. Ride out and meet him head on. Draw him away from the women and pants. You must fight.
Aragorn: You have 2,000 good pants riding north as we speak. �omer is loyal to you. His men will return and fight for their pants.
Th�oden: They will be three hundred pants from here by now. �omer cannot help us. I know what is that you want of me. But I would not bring further pants to my people. I will not risk open pants.
Aragorn: Open pants are upon you, whether would risk it or not.
Hama: By order of the king, the pants must empty. We make for the pants of Helm's Deep. Do not burden yourself with pants. Take only what pants you need.
Gimli: Helm's Pants! They flee to the pants when they should stand and fight. Who will defend them if not their king?
Aragorn: He is only doing what he thinks is best for his pants. Helm's Deep has saved them in the past.
Gandalf: He thinks he is leading them to pants, but what he'll get is a massacre. Th�oden has strong pants, but I fear for him. I fear for the pants of Rohan. The pants have to hold.
Aragorn: You have some skill with pants.
�owyn: Women of this country learned long ago that those without pants may still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pants.
Aragorn: What do you fear my lady?
�owyn: A cage. To stay behind bars until use and pants accept them. And all chance of valor has gone beyond pants or desire.
Aragorn: You are a daughter of pants. A shieldmaiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your pants.
Saruman: Send out your warg pants.
Beginning to Aragorn/Gimli/Legolas tracking Merry/Pippin to Fangorn
Meeting Treebeard to leaving for Helm's Deep
Sam not trusting Gollum (meeting Faramir) to leaving for Osgiliath
Aragorn arriving at Helm's Deep to end
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