﻿One does not simply walk into Mordor
One ring to rule them all
Po-ta-toes
Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew
They're taking the hobbits to Isenguard!
The last goodbye
Into the west
Frodo!
Sam!
Merry!
Pippin!
Erebor
Gondor
Do not think I wont kill you, dwarf
A wizard should know better!
Eagles don't solve everything
Last march of the Ents
I'm going to Mordor alone
And I'm coming with you
We only wish, to catch a fish
I don't know half of you half as well as I should like
Riddles in the dark
An eye in a blue face saw an eye in a green face
Eggses!
Thorin, son of Thrain son of Thror
Durins folk do not run from battle
I will not part with one single coin
The road goes ever on and on
When did Saruman the wise abandon reason for madness?
We must join with him
A palantir is a dangerous thing
A balrog of Morgoth
Where is the horn that was blowing?
Forth, Eorlingas!
Muster the Rhohirrum, we ride for Gondor
We cants eat hobbit food!
No, no birdses, nice, crunchable birdses
The power of the enemy is growing
But they were all of them, decieved
Three rings for the elven kings under the sky
Seven for the dwarf lords in their halls of stone
Nine for mortal men, doomed to die
One for the dark lord, on his dark throne
In the land of Mordor, where the shadows lie
One ring to rule them all,
One ring to find them,
One ring to bring them all and in the darkness, bind them
In the land of Mordor, where the shadows lie.
All that is gold does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost
From the ashes a fire shall be woken
A light from the shadow shall spring
Renewed shall be blade that was broken
The crownless again shall be king
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep, where dark things sleep
Blunt the knives, bend the forks
Night is now falling
What about second breakfast?