Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-[loud rumbling] -[clattering]

[King Durin] Good, my son.

[Gerda] We're playing the knocking game.

[Queen Míriel] In this court,

[Pharazôn] Your queen has laid bare her intent.

How did you know I would come here?

Some run so deep,

My troubles have been too hard won

Come with me to Middle-earth.

[in Quenya] Where were you born,

[Waldreg sighs]

That's a recipe for strong gravy.

because the quartz he's mining isn't chiseled. It is pried.

The whole vein is to be sealed off.

I'll have the pleasure of calling all of you shipmates.

If Durin is mining quartz,

-[smacks] -[Gamli] Ow! Stop it!

Seems your boy had more sense than we allowed.

[guard] It's the Elf! She's escaped.

[Orcs growling]

You got dismissed?

Uh... I don't know what...

[Tamar] She summoned the Elf to court.

He is understandably quick to temper. His people are dying.

Nevertheless, Númenor has chosen another path.

-Ooh! [laughs] -Oh!

Men of Númenor,

[Orc] Nothin' here.

-Where's this lot from? -Iorbad.

the voices of all his forebearers flow into him,

So that you can master them.

[bows shooting in distance]

And it is to you and me, lad, to be ready.

-I wouldn't advise that. -I can't very well let her leave.

She will remain, as always, a kingdom of Men.

King or carpenter, the Southlander will face judgment.

Polish your gems and gold.

-[Gerda chuckling] -[sighs]

Then I have little choice, but to ask for another.

Statecraft is the art of attending to small matters

Maybe losing your arm will loosen your lips.

[crowd chattering]

What name have you chosen for her?

The people rebelled.

His people are scattered. Leaderless.

Why are you not?