Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's a sweet smell on the air this way.
[clanking]
[shudders]
-[chuckles] -So we learnt to combine them
[Harfoots chattering]
[sniffling, chuckling] Oh, go on. Go on.
[rumbling, high-pitched ringing]
Call it...
working with the Elven-smiths of Eregion.
It'll need to be something...
Where the Shadows lie...
-Yes, that is why... -Shorter than you know.
-[Nori] I'm all... -[Marigold cries]
[The Stranger groans]
Not of the flesh, but over flesh.
Well, they're all waving at you.
-A scepter perhaps. -A sword?
[chuckles]
What will they do when you tell them that you were my ally?
[clanking]
-Is it done? -[gasps]
Your task was hunting Sauron.
You pushed me to heights that no one else could have.
[blazing]
You know who I am.
[breathing heavily]
it would too greatly dilute its unique qualities.
I need royal lineages, bloodlines. Anything you can find on the Southlands.
-[Galadriel] What has happened? -[spits]
I would make you a queen.
[Celebrimbor sighs] Doesn't make any sense.
I never dreamed that I'd ever get the chance to see them in person.
[Queen Míriel] I'm going to Middle-earth.
[gasping]
[explosion]
What they said, I knew to be true with a...
He is.
[trilling]
Where did you hear them?
And unless our people leave these shores, so shall we.
The Sun itself began as something no bigger than the palm of my hand.
[wind whistling]
[panting]
You know who I am.
I am owed that much.
[gasps]
[both sniffling]
[all gasping]
Sadoc!
-[grunts] -[groans]
[Nori sighs]
Perilous are these whisperings...
When in doubt, Elanor Brandyfoot...
[Finrod laughs]
Were it easy, it would not require trust.