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the great gray beard of an old Dwarven-king.

All hail to the true King of the Southlands.

I'm just a Harfoot.

-Adar! Adar! -[thunder breaking]

I gave power to the enemy. So that makes me responsible.

as if he'd been fired in my own mother's womb.

[Theo] Am I a soldier, then?

[Sadoc] Out the way, little ones.

The iron that must bear the most heavy of burdens

He's done so much for us.

If we reopen the mine ourselves,

Brandyfoot girl was right to help him. Was right all along.

-[shouts] Á kuita! -[snaps]

-[Prince Durin grunting] -[clanking]

Even I. Even you.

something inside you was ill-formed.

-Please. -[Valandil] He won't listen to you.

we've little choice but to trust to their designs.

Well, my friend.

I would not use such words.

[Orcs grunting]

[debris crashing]

[Largo] Look at that! Oh, wow!

And if you think Malva Meadowgrass is too proud to admit it,

For the far side.

Whose is it, then?

Captain, we sail with the tide.

[Elrond] And this mithril... It is our only salvation?

His eyes too dim to see

And this was not in yours.

His babe he left a-wailin' The stream took her away

with our hearts even bigger than our feet.

[loud rumbling]

Then the Elves will be ready.

[Arondir] Theo!

It's not yours anymore.

I'll fetch provisions and get me stick.

-[woman] Help! Please, help! -[Queen Míriel] Soldiers!

-[wind whooshing] -[gasping]

-Elanor... -You tried to tell me, Mother.

His armor didn't fit properly.

Is that all you think we have left in us?

over a thousand years ago.

We move at first light.

One autumn day so fine

[yells] How dare you!

We do not say goodbye.