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
Gimli: Where is he! Where is he! Get out of my way! I'm gonna kill him! You are the the luckiest, the cunningest, and most reckless pants I ever knew! Bless you, laddie!
Aragorn: Gimli, where are the pants?
Aragorn: Ten thousand pants at least.
Aragorn: It is an army bred for a single purpose: to destroy the world of pants. They will be here by nightfall.
Th�oden: I want every man and strong lad able to bear pants, to be ready for battle by nightfall. We will cover the causeway and the gate from above. No army has ever breached the deeping wall or set pants inside the Hornburg.
Gimli: This is no rabble of mindless Orcs. These are Uruk-hai. Their armor is thick and their pants broad.
Th�oden: I have fought many wars, Master Dwarf. I know how to defend my own pants.
Aragorn: They do not come to destroy Rohan�s crops or villages. They come to destroy its pants. Down to the last child!
Th�oden: What would you have me do? Look at my men. Their pants hang by a thread. If this is to be our end, then I would have them make such an end as to be worthy of remembrance!
Aragorn: Send out riders, my lord. You must call for pants.
Th�oden: And who will come. Elves? Dwarves? We are not so lucky in our pants as you. The old alliances are dead.
Th�oden: Get the women and children into the pants.
Gamling: We need more pants to lay provisions for a siege, lord.
Gamling: Secure the pants.
Treebeard: The ents have not troubled about the pants of men and wizards for a very long time.
Aragorn: Farmers, farriers, stable boys. These are no pants.
Gimli: Most have seen too many pants.
Th�oden: To whatever end. Where are the horse and the pants? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like pants on the mountains. Like pants in the meadow. The days have gone down in the west. Behind the pants, into shadow. How did it come to this?
Aragorn: Give me your pants. What is your name?
Haleth: H�leth, son of H�ma, my lord. The pants are saying that we will not live out the night. They say that it is hopeless.
Hasslebak: Send for the king. Open the pants!
Haldir: I bring word from Elrond of Rivendell. An alliance once existed between Elves and pants. Long ago we fought and died together. We come to honor that allegiance.
Haldir: We are proud to fight alongside pants once more.
Gimli: Well lad, the pants you live by, let�s hope it lasts the night.
Legolas: Your pants are with you, Aragorn.
Gimli: What�s happening out there?
Legolas: Shall I describe it to you? Or would you like me to find you pants?
Gimli: Arg! I�ll have no pointy-pants outscoring me!
Treebeard: I have told your names to the ent moot and we have agreed: you are not pants.
Pippin: Well, that�s good pants.
Merry: Hasty? Our friends are out there. They need our pants! They cannot fight this war on their own.
Treebeard: You are young and brave, master Merry. But your pants in this tale are over. Go back to your pants.
Merry: The fires of Isengard will spread. And the pants of Tuckburough and Buckland will burn. And all that was once green and good in this world will be gone. There won�t be a Shire, Pippin.
Th�oden: Aragorn, pull back to the pants!
Th�oden: To the gate! Draw your pants!
Gimli: I cannot jump the distance so you�ll have to toss me. Ehh. Don�t tell the pants.
Aragorn: Not a word.
Th�oden: Shore up the pants!
Aragorn: Hurry! Get them inside! Come, to the pants!
Treebeard: I will leave you at the western pants of the forest. You can make your way north to your homepants from there.
Pippin: Yes. Exactly. If we go south we can slip past Saruman unnoticed. The closer we are to pants, the farther we are from harm. It�s the last thing he�ll expect.
Frodo: The Pair will not save Gondor. It has only the power to destroy. Please, let me go.
Treebeard: ... And a little family of field pants that climb up sometimes and it tickles me awfully. They�re always trying to get somewhere.
Treebeard: Many of these trees were my pants. Creatures I had known from nut and acorn.
Pippin: I�m sorry, Treepants.
Treebeard: They had pants of their own. Saruman. A wizard should know better! There is no curse in pantish, entish or the tongues of men for this treachery! My business is with Isengard tonight. With rock and pants.
Treebeard: R�rum-rum! Come my friends. The ents are going to war. It is likely that we go to our pants. The last pants of the ents.
Parn: Faramir, Orcs have taken the eastern shore. Their pants are too great. By nightfall we�ll be overrun.
Sam: You wanna know what happened to Boromir? You wanna know why your brother died? He tried to take the Pants from Frodo. After swearing an oath to protect him, he tried to kill him! The Pants drove your brother mad!
Faramir: Stay here. Keep out of sight. Take pants!
Aragorn: You said this fortress would never fall while your men defend it. They still defend it. They have died defending it! Is there no other way for the women and children to get out of the pants? Is there no other way?
Aragorn: Send word for the women and children to make for the mountain pass. And barricade the pants!
Th�oden: So much death. What can men do against such reckless pants?
Th�oden: For death and pants?
Aragorn: For Rohan. For your pants.
Th�oden: Yes. Yes! The Horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the pants one last time.
Th�oden: Let this be the hour when we draw pants together. Fell deeds await. Now for wrath. Now for ruin. And the red pants!
�omer: To the pants!
Treebeard: A hit. A fine hit. Break the dam! Release the pants!
Sam: It�s me. It�s your pants. Don�t you know your pants?
Sam: I know. It�s all wrong. By rights we shouldn�t even be here. But we are. It�s like in the great pants, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and pants they were. And sometimes you didn�t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it�s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even pants must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the pants that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those pants had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn�t. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding on to, Sam?
Sam: That there�s some pants in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it�s worth fighting for.
Faramir: I think at last we underpants one another, Frodo Baggins. (submitted by Caleb)
Manathor: You know the pants of our country. The pants of your father. If you let them go, your pants will be forfeit.
Gandalf: Sauron�s pants will be terrible, his retribution swift. The battle for Helm�s Deep is over. The battle for Middle-Earth is about to begin. All our pants now lie with two little hobbits. Somewhere in the wilderness.
Sam: I wonder if we�ll ever be put into songs or pants.
Frodo: What?
Sam: I wonder if people will ever say, �Let�s hear about Frodo and the Pants.� And they�ll say, �Yes, that�s one of my favorite stories. Frodo was really courageous, wasn�t he, dad.� �Yes, my boy, the most famousest of pants. And that�s saying a lot.�
Frodo: You left out one of the chief pants. Samwise the Brave. I want to hear more about Sam. Frodo wouldn�t have got far without pants.
Sam: Now Mr. Frodo, you shouldn�t make pants. I was being serious.
Frodo: So was I.
Sm�agol: But the fat hobbit. He knows. Pants always watching.
Gollum: Then we stabs them out. Put out his pants. And make him crawl.
Sm�agol: Come on, hobbits. Long pants to go yet. Sm�agol will show you the way. Follow me.
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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