Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The fate of the Elves was decided many Ages ago.

Delving into depths beyond the darkness.

You sure about this, Goldie?

Our son would live and he would move mountains!

Perhaps the entire Middle-earth.

Wives, parents, sisters, brothers.

[wind whooshing]

Some say that is the way of things.

It's more than we ever imagined.

[breathing heavily]

Likely little words, so the tree'll understand.

Preparations are nearly complete.

But their time has come.

Neither of you are.

-[Isildur straining] Hurry, my Queen. -Go.

Elendil, please.

-Lótë na... -[Malva in English] What's he mutterin'?

Take hold of my hand. You're all right.

[The Stranger sighing]

Fetchin' a pail, what's it look like?

that no matter how many crests he hurls to the floor,

A tiny, pitiful sound, like scraping chalkstones.

[wind whooshing]

I see you've learned a few words of stone-tongue.

-We say namá... -Namárië.

-[clanking] -[rocks clattering]

[apple crunches]

[Theo] And now? How many have you killed?

It's your father's.

He went that way.

That is where they shall hie to, along with any survivors.

[Harfoots chattering]

[in Khuzdul] Five centuries?

[lively chatter]

but to gain your ear a while longer.

But you can trust me.

Seemed to ease the burden a little.