Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered. A sword day, a red day… ere the sun rises!
A generous deed should not be checked with cold counsel.[to Pippin]
Your father loves you, Faramir. He will remember it before the end.
Well, I’m taller than you were then. Though, I’m not likely to grow anymore, except sideways.[to Faramir]
Come on, Mr. Frodo. I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you.