Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'd much rather it if you were wise, my son.

[Orcs growling]

The banks were covered in sage blossoms.

That was deliberate.

A beautiful servant.

This one was passed to my father.

What are you doing up here?

Everyone who decided to come to this tower, Waldreg. Including you.

It's in the tower.

Sir, no, there must be some sort of mistake.

I cannot stop thinking that if you'd not gone down there,

I should like to keep it that way.

Our people believe...

-I don't know. -Huh. Plain enough to see that.

Was there anything else you wanted to ask about, dearie?

To reforge the alliance between Númenor and Elves...

I will speak to my father.

It means his time is near.

I call on you to finish the task left undone.

[chuckles] Cleverness is for men of small ambition.

that I might present my proposal to one who holds the authority to answer it.

[keys clinking]

Very wise. If I see any, you'll be the first to know.

-Nah! It was a sword! -[Elrond] Regardless...

-Or so they say. -[chuckles]

that Gil-galad bore no ill intent when he sent him here.

Or so the guild master says. [sighs]

That your people may live if you forsake all claim to these lands...

-[grunts] -[gasps]

-[Prince Durin] Uh, it was a sword. -It was a bow.

You seem unsettled today, my lord.

We'll forage the hills again first. Gather the hunters.

a living reminder that their eyes and their judgment are ever upon us.

[Prince Durin angrily] I knew it!

No. Leave it to you to get kicked out of something

Some that will never come to pass.

That makes it every village from here to Orodruin.

-[child] Come on. -[children laughing]

[Valandil] "The West"? "The real Númenor"?

Nobody sleeps till he's found.

But that is something only the gods can do.

It is everything you said it would be.

so I can present it to my father.

Lady Galadriel, that is quite enough.