The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King

Arwen: From the ashes, a fire shall be woken. A light from the shadow shall spring. Renewed shall be blade that was broken. The crownless again shall be king.

Arwen: Tell me what you have seen.

Elrond: Arwen?

Arwen: You have the gift of foresight. What did you see?

Elrond: I looked into your future and I saw death.

Arwen: But there is also life. You *saw* there was a child, you saw my son!

Elrond: That future is almost gone.

Arwen: But it is not lost.

Elrond: Nothing is certain.

Arwen: Some things are certain. If I leave him now, I will regret it forever.

Sam: Do you remember the Shire, Mr. Frodo? It'll be spring soon. And the orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket. And they'll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields... and eating the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?

Frodo: No, Sam. I can't recall the taste of food... Nor the sound of water or touch of grass... I'm naked in the dark, with nothing. No veil between me and the ring of fire. I can see him with my waking eyes!

Sam: Then let us be rid of it! Once and for all! Come on Mr. Frodo. I can't carry it for you! But I can carry you! Come on!

[He picks Frodo up and starts carrying him up the slopes of Mount Doom]

Sam: FRODO!

Frodo: I'm here, Sam.

Sam: Destroy it!

[Frodo holds the ring on its chain over the edge of the pit]

Sam: Go on! Now! Throw it in the fire!

[Frodo stares at the ring, the ring whispers to him]

Sam: What are you waiting for? Just let it go!

[Frodo turns and looks at Sam]

Frodo: The ring is mine.

[He snaps the chain and approaches the ring to his finger]

Sam: No... no...

[Frodo slips the ring on and vanishes]

Sam: NO!

Sam: Give me your hand. Take my hand. Don't you let go. Don't let go... *Reach!*

Sam: I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you.

Sam: I don't think there will be a return journey, Mr. Frodo.

Sam: [Both are overcome by exhaustion] Do you remember the Shire, Mr. Frodo? It'll be spring soon. And the orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket. And they'll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields... and eating the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?

Frodo: No, Sam. I can't recall the taste of food... nor the sound of water... nor the touch of grass. I'm... naked in the dark, with nothing, no veil... between me... and the wheel of fire! I can see him... with my waking eyes!

Sam: Then let us be rid of it... once and for all! Come on, Mr. Frodo. I can't carry it for you... but I can carry you!

Sam: [reading the book's title] There and Back Again: A Hobbit's Tale by Bilbo Baggins, and The Lord of the Rings by Frodo Baggins. You finished it.

Frodo: Not quite. There's room for a little more.

Sam: What are you up to? Sneaking off, are we?

Gollum: Sneaking? Sneaking? Fat Hobbit is always so polite. Smeagol shows them secret ways that nobody else could find, and they say "sneak!" Sneak? Very nice friend. Oh, yes, my precious. Very nice, very nice.

Sam: All right, all right! You just startled me is all. What were you doing?

Gollum: Sneaking.