Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I would make you a queen.
[both sniffling]
[shudders]
Were it easy, it would not require trust.
You pushed me to heights that no one else could have.
I need royal lineages, bloodlines. Anything you can find on the Southlands.
it would too greatly dilute its unique qualities.
The Sun itself began as something no bigger than the palm of my hand.
[breathing heavily]
[explosion]
Sadoc!
Well, they're all waving at you.
[panting]
[rumbling, high-pitched ringing]
-Yes, that is why... -Shorter than you know.
Your task was hunting Sauron.
[chuckles]
-Is it done? -[gasps]
You know who I am.
-[Nori] I'm all... -[Marigold cries]
What they said, I knew to be true with a...
He is.
-A scepter perhaps. -A sword?
[The Stranger groans]
-[Galadriel] What has happened? -[spits]
[clanking]
[Finrod laughs]
-[grunts] -[groans]
What will they do when you tell them that you were my ally?
It'll need to be something...
There's a sweet smell on the air this way.
[gasps]
Where the Shadows lie...
[clanking]
Perilous are these whisperings...
-[chuckles] -So we learnt to combine them
I never dreamed that I'd ever get the chance to see them in person.
[sniffling, chuckling] Oh, go on. Go on.
Where did you hear them?
[all gasping]
[Harfoots chattering]
I am owed that much.
[blazing]
Not of the flesh, but over flesh.
[wind whistling]
[Nori sighs]
[trilling]
[Queen Míriel] I'm going to Middle-earth.
Call it...
[gasping]
You know who I am.
When in doubt, Elanor Brandyfoot...
And unless our people leave these shores, so shall we.
[Celebrimbor sighs] Doesn't make any sense.
working with the Elven-smiths of Eregion.