*Frodo sees Ringwraith on fellbeast flying over him*
Frodo: GO FLIPPER! WOOOOOOOOOO!
*Eowyn cuts of the Witch-King's arm*
Eowyn: You make me sad. Come, Merry!
Witch-King: Oh, a coward are you? Have at you, you pansy!
Merry: But your arms gone!
Witch-King: Its only a flesh wound.
*Baromir swinging his sword at Amon Hen*
Baromir: My name's Baromir of Gondor and don't you forget it! SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!
*gets shot by orcs*
Baromir: *dying* FREEEEEDOMMMMMMM *dies*
Elrond: *coming out of nowhere* All things come to an end. It is....inevitable.
*Pippin outside the Black Gate*
Pippin: They call me MR. TOOK!
Troll: Duuuuuuh?
Pippin: Death to you! Death to your children! Death to your children's children! Death your friends! Death to your friends' children! Death to all the children! Kill the children!!!!!!
Troll: Duuuuuuuuuuuuh?
Troll #2: Won't somebody think of the children?
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"What mortal feels not awe/Nor trembles at our name,
Hearing our fate-appointed power sublime/Fixed by the eternal law.
For old our office, and our fame,"
-Aeschylus, Song of the Furies
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