Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What is the Rite of...

"A Harfoot without manners is as like to get far in life as a square wheel." So...

She may play coy now,

A seedling of our Great Tree in Lindon.

He looked upon their light no more.

[sternly] He's staying.

[both grunting]

[Nori] Oh, so now you care about him.

[Elrond] Their prince, Durin, is an old and dear friend.

[Dwarves cheer]

fashioned by Aulë himself.

[woman] Refuse to bring her aboard, and her death will be on our hands.

-Mmm! -[Elrond laughs]

Is it some sort of map?

[Prince Durin] It's off to the salt mines the both of ya!

Aw, stop your lounge-a-daising and lend us a foot.

-Mmm. -[Bronwyn] I saw a tunnel.

-[laughs] -[The Stranger mumbles]

Yes. The High King cannot provide one.

-Much less pull a cart. -Mind your own fire, Malva.

I'm just a Harfoot!

[sighs] Maybe he's something dangerous.

Do you blame us for your being stranded here?

[breathing heavily]

or some baby eagle with a broken wing.

To grow beyond petty works of jewel-craft, and devise something of real power.

The jewels that contain the very light of Valinor.

She's got some sort of a sickness.

-is your responsibility. -No.

[stones falling]

even to speak the names of those they have taken from me.

So, what do you have to say to that...

You know, of your kind? Like you?