Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Discarded? Durin, I...
Hello?
-[footsteps approaching] -[floorboards creaking]
[stones falling in distance]
-[birds screeching] -[trees creaking]
[creaks]
-[screaming] -[crashing]
[grunts]
Does she look dangerous to you?
Why're you dodging the question?
On your wife, your children.
"What" is but a glint on the far horizon.
The question now is, where?
[Prince Durin] Elrond is a friend. I trust him.
rams' horns blaring,
Twenty years might be the blink of an eye to an Elf.
[horn blowing]
[grumbles]
[Poppy] Faster, before it crashes!
Should've been at the wedding.
[Disa] Aulë's beard! No!
My apologies.
[thuds]
Does the Elf understand?
-And up she goes... -[Harfoots grunting]
[blazing]
[thunder breaks]
You must tell me your secret.
where to mine, where to tunnel, and...
He could've landed anywhere, and he landed here.
Beyond our wanderin'.
[creaking]
[Dwarf grunts]
[gasping]
It's been years since the last Orc was sighted.
Well, that's a start then, isn't it?
A very happy match, indeed.
[bones creaking]
Bind yourself to me!
Don't you?
-[scraping] -[gasps]
under whose banner they marched,
Perhaps he sensed that it was you who was hiding something.
-Úrë... -I don't understand.
He's not here for us.
Why be part of the larger target?
[chanting stops]
-[groans] -[thuds]
for believing it would grow in such darkness.
What is it you hope to craft?
-that is your choice. -You bet your feathery shirts it is.
Fëanor's work nearly turned the heart of the Great Foe himself. [laughs]
-My people have no king. -But if they did,
He wants us to help him find those stars.
Where there is love, it is never truly dark.
[Celebrimbor] An alliance with the Dwarves would be
Leastways not for you.
[panting]
[Dwarf] What do you want?
[screaming]
Elf, maybe?
To the contrary. Coming to Khazad-dûm was my idea.
What's it matter?
[Theo] Stop!
[mumbling] I...
-Watch it! -[man] Easy now, love.
The Southlands.