Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nevertheless, Númenor has chosen another path.

Uh... I don't know what...

The whole vein is to be sealed off.

If Durin is mining quartz,

Statecraft is the art of attending to small matters

King or carpenter, the Southlander will face judgment.

-[Gerda chuckling] -[sighs]

Then I have little choice, but to ask for another.

-Where's this lot from? -Iorbad.

-[loud rumbling] -[clattering]

That's a recipe for strong gravy.

Some run so deep,

the voices of all his forebearers flow into him,

My troubles have been too hard won

I'll have the pleasure of calling all of you shipmates.

Come with me to Middle-earth.

What name have you chosen for her?

[bows shooting in distance]

[Gerda] We're playing the knocking game.

You got dismissed?

Seems your boy had more sense than we allowed.

[Orc] Nothin' here.

-[smacks] -[Gamli] Ow! Stop it!

Why are you not?

[Orcs growling]

[crowd chattering]

Polish your gems and gold.

Maybe losing your arm will loosen your lips.

[Pharazôn] Your queen has laid bare her intent.

[Tamar] She summoned the Elf to court.

[in Quenya] Where were you born,

because the quartz he's mining isn't chiseled. It is pried.

[Queen Míriel] In this court,

His people are scattered. Leaderless.

How did you know I would come here?

-Ooh! [laughs] -Oh!

-I wouldn't advise that. -I can't very well let her leave.

He is understandably quick to temper. His people are dying.

So that you can master them.

[King Durin] Good, my son.

And it is to you and me, lad, to be ready.

[Waldreg sighs]

Men of Númenor,

The people rebelled.

She will remain, as always, a kingdom of Men.

[guard] It's the Elf! She's escaped.