No parent should have to bury their child.

The crownless again shall be king.

You shall live to see these days renewed. And no more despair.

Now come the days of the King! May they be blessed.

One day, our paths will lead us there and the tower guard will take up the call: The Lords of Gondor have returned.

Hold your ground - hold your ground! Sons of Gondor - of Rohan . . . my brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. The day may come when the courage of Men fails; when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship; but it is not this day - an hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the Age of Man comes crashing down - but it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good earth - I bid you stand! Men of the West!

I feel that as long as the Shire lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall find wandering more bearable: I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold, even if my feet cannot stand there again

That, I guess, is the language of the Rohirrim, for it is like to this land itself; rich and rolling in part, and else hard and stern as the mountains. But I cannot guess what it means, save that it is laden with the sadness of Mortal Men.

THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING (2001) dir. peter jackson