Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's me! Stop!
-where might that kingdom be found? -To what end?
It's ashes now.
Now, proper things first. Father always says,
[both gasping, exclaiming]
[creaking]
[raspy breathing]
-The Elf led it right to us. -[Galadriel shouts]
[grunts]
It was as if the ground has swallowed up the people of Hordern like flies.
[man] Don't let her on.
or toss it in the nearest slag pit.
-So? -So, that's not who we are.
[wind dwindles]
any Dwarf-prince has had in a generation,
I know something of the pain you carry.
Yes, Mother. I'm ready.
But I have a pretty good idea where I can find them.
we make for the Elven tower at first light.
It is Elrond of Lindon,
[Dwarves cheer]
It is a beautiful tradition.
[Halbrand] Grab the ropes!
I've known Elrond for half a century, Father.
Once we lift our hammers,
-[grunts] -[Dwarves cheering]
I'm certain of it. He doesn't know.
Corsairs prowl these waters. Do you want to be skinned alive?
What sort of tree is it, exactly?
No, I'm Nori.
It's like there's a reason this happened.
One apology to Disa and you're off.
What if I told you we might be able to reclaim it?
who can divine from the plainness of what is,
You ready?
An Elf.
Can we not take joy in that?
Nori, don't! He's dead! Come on!
[grunts]
[voices whispering]
[breathing heavily]
Perhaps they all fled.
I hope you can come to forgive me.
[theme music playing]
Gerda! Gamli! Come on, hurry along.
Galadriel.
I mean the entire village was empty.
[exclaims, grunting]
Why're you stranded at sea?
-[scoffs] I'm afraid you're short an army. -Leave the army to me.
Suppose you did fall quite a long way.
[whooshing]
[Theo shouting]
we shall break the great stones until one of us can break no more.
[panting]
You are master of your craft, my friend.
back on account of some sinkhole.
-[rustling] -[gasps]
It's your father.
-[chopping] -What do you mean, "no bodies?"
Allow me a few days to work mine.
You cannot barge into my mountain and demand I welcome you with open arms.
-[gas hisses] -[groaning]
Almost like a brother to me.
Tends it like it's our third child.
-What way? -That's a tomorrow problem.