Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're not going down there.

[footsteps approaching]

To aid our mortal brethren who are now besieged in the Southlands.

[Orcs] Nampak uglursha.

that the Valar lifted him beyond the bounds of this world...

Come on, this place is deserted.

[mining in distance]

For by the calluses on my hands,

I believe the man you hold in your dungeons is no common brawler,

During which you managed to demand a ship, insult her people, defy her orders,

I beg of you, Míriel, choose not the path of fear,

They are coming.

I didn't realize you were in the middle of something important.

So great were his deeds

No, I promised myself I wouldn't mention it. He's your friend.

one day, my future would be in his son's hands.

[blood dripping]

For, ever am I with you, my son.

[crowd cheering]

have you heard of ryan jeffers?

You! Send word to Lord-father.

[Ontamo] Where's that chamber pot? I think I'm gonna be sick.

why would he leave without taking his chiseling axe?

Sometimes I wish I could tell him exactly what I think of him,

[Orc] We've turned over every stone.

Are you suggesting Durin's got himself a wee girlfriend?

Quartz Chasm. [sighs] Not bad. Not bad.

There is a tempest in me.

I was asking Elrond.

For what's coming.

Almost seems lit from within.

the only one who knows.

Few know the full extent of his decline.

even the rocks and roots now believe them.

[Rowan] There's plenty. Slow down!

[arrow whooshing]

By the mouth of the river?

You're still short an army.

I came because 20 years is far too long to stay away.

The heritage of mighty hands.

If you knew exactly where she was going.

[inhales] It's perilous to mine.

That this was not the true reason he sent you here to begin with?

How is it that you and my husband met?

[breathing heavily]

He said it quite casually, as if one might speak of tomorrow's rain.

[Orc shouting in distance]

We'll have to cut rations again.

[Pharazôn] Salutations, Elf.

Yeah, same old Isil walking away.

[woman 2] She pushed me!

[door slams open]

[Prince Durin] No!

[Prince Durin] Mmm-hmm.

Elf lover! Elf lover!

Step forward and make yourself known.

-[screams] -[thuds]

You should not speak of matters you do not understand,

Apologies, Your Majesty, for the intrusion. But I...

[both grunting]

All nineteen of them. They keep putting me off.

[Orc 2] Come on!

I am making mole-tail stew

of what I'm about to tell you to another living soul.