Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Please promise to find me

Of drink I have little

You were right to watch us.

-[creatures screeching in distance] -[gasps]

People are gettin' hungry.

Yes. It very well could be.

In a place of darkness and despair.

[whispering in other language]

All that awaits you there is...

Not over honor or duty. But over a tree.

So rarely do our resonators locate a deposit.

My strength tells me no But the path demands yes

Anyone that does, I will promote...

-[horse whinnies] -[Elendil] Enough for that run, lads.

And nor for me.

Go to the Men who have taken refuge in the old watchtower.

The hand of time crawls so slowly for our kind.

[Orcs growling, grunting]

Galadriel informed us of your aspiration to unite your people.

Poke me with that crutch again,

-No. -[woman screams]

I trust she was not speaking in haste?

[whispering continues]

He is responsible, isn't he? The big fella.

Given that I've staked my name upon it, I should hope so.

Rose up from Sundering Sea?

[breathing heavily]

-It's more... -No. Fireflies.

enough to saturate every last Elf in the light of the Valar once more...

[wood creaking]

Tomorrow, the queen will call you to audience.

[man] Right. Okay. Give me a hand, will ya?

No longer my home

Oh, bless our every breath...

And what makes you think Míriel's mind and my own are not as one on this?

[Nori] Rockfoot Pass must be blocked in.

-[crewmen shouting] -[Kemen coughing]

[sail-master] You're off the Sea Guard! All three of you!

my kind must either abandon these shores by spring, or perish.

-[crows cawing] -[sniffs]

[Malva] Why don't you tell me what's really goin' on?

I go to war for Númenor.

I'll serve you, then. Whoever you are.

Forgive me for not sending word to you sooner. Been a trying week.

Just don't tell my father.

You are asking me to go to the one place that I swore never to return.

[seabirds cawing]

At last comes their answer

And each of them acted as they did...

Who is to say what horrors this might unleash,

You have visitors.

[crewman] Captain!

-[gasps] -[refugees exclaiming]

Stab, twist, gut.