Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The company I led mutinied against me.

swept away by the tides of time.

Past eyes of pale fire

In exchange for mercy,

No comfort, but song

You see, the tide may rise and drown a man,

Soon, we will save the low men of Middle-earth,

but we've yet to identify him.

Conjured by some forgotten craft of the enemy, to enslave your ancestors.

I wondered how the queen knew to waylay me at her father's bedside.

[Elrond] On one side, fought an Elven warrior,

You're only apologizing because you think now that I've been promoted,

Who is it you lost?

Black sand for my bed

Find another head to crown.

But whatever his design, this much is certain.

Fetch your feathery shirts. Let's start walking.

The least you can do is tell me why.

Fight with your feet. Not your arms.

Means, like, to move. What we do, Harfoots.

[crowd agreeing]

You think I don't know what you're here to say?

Gather every hand. Hurry!

[Arondir] It is a key.

[Marigold] Nori!

I don't have words for it.

You're being absurd.

Hope is never mere, Elrond...

No matter the sorrow

Make our great land to ever stand

And with it, the part of me that knew its warmth as well.

Bit sudden for Elves, no? [chuckles]

I have an honest inquiry for you.

I was wrong to use you.

One cannot satisfy thirst by drinking seawater.

Durin was right.

-[horn blowing] -[drums beating]

Nothing diminishes its light.

[Malva] What you ought to have done at the camp.

No! It'll get you!

with a heart as pure as Manwë,

[all exclaiming]

That felt like three.

-[panting] -[creaking]

-[screams] -[all gasping]

And do you know what he said?

We're restoring our connection with the Elves.

[speaking other language]