Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But you can trust me.
Some say that is the way of things.
[in Khuzdul] Five centuries?
[blazing]
[wind whooshing]
Fetchin' a pail, what's it look like?
The Queen!
[Theo] And now? How many have you killed?
[The Stranger sighing]
Durin...
It's more than we ever imagined.
Seemed to ease the burden a little.
[grunting]
A tiny, pitiful sound, like scraping chalkstones.
That is where they shall hie to, along with any survivors.
that no matter how many crests he hurls to the floor,
[gasps]
Likely little words, so the tree'll understand.
[sighs]
Come on.
Take hold of my hand. You're all right.
-[clanking] -[rocks clattering]
[Berek grunts]
[sighs]
Perhaps the entire Middle-earth.
[breathing heavily]
[panting]
But their time has come.
Do you?
Pleading.
[wind whooshing]
He went that way.
[apple crunches]
-[Isildur straining] Hurry, my Queen. -Go.
It's your father's.
You sure about this, Goldie?
And mine.
[lively chatter]
Delving into depths beyond the darkness.
What...
-We say namá... -Namárië.
I see you've learned a few words of stone-tongue.
Wives, parents, sisters, brothers.
-Lótë na... -[Malva in English] What's he mutterin'?
Why not?
but to gain your ear a while longer.
Stay with me.
The fate of the Elves was decided many Ages ago.
Elendil, please.
Preparations are nearly complete.
[Harfoots chattering]
Huh?
Our son would live and he would move mountains!
Neither of you are.