Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[sighs] Maybe he's something dangerous.

or some baby eagle with a broken wing.

[both grunting]

-Mmm. -[Bronwyn] I saw a tunnel.

-[laughs] -[The Stranger mumbles]

[Elrond] Their prince, Durin, is an old and dear friend.

[breathing heavily]

[stones falling]

Do you blame us for your being stranded here?

I'm just a Harfoot!

"A Harfoot without manners is as like to get far in life as a square wheel." So...

A seedling of our Great Tree in Lindon.

[woman] Refuse to bring her aboard, and her death will be on our hands.

[sternly] He's staying.

She's got some sort of a sickness.

even to speak the names of those they have taken from me.

What is the Rite of...

[Nori] Oh, so now you care about him.

-is your responsibility. -No.

-Much less pull a cart. -Mind your own fire, Malva.

So, what do you have to say to that...

She may play coy now,

The jewels that contain the very light of Valinor.

-Mmm! -[Elrond laughs]

[Prince Durin] It's off to the salt mines the both of ya!

Yes. The High King cannot provide one.

fashioned by Aulë himself.

To grow beyond petty works of jewel-craft, and devise something of real power.

You know, of your kind? Like you?

Is it some sort of map?

Aw, stop your lounge-a-daising and lend us a foot.

[Dwarves cheer]

He looked upon their light no more.