LEGOLAS: Lembas. Elvish waybread. One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man.
MERRY: How many did you eat?
GALADRIEL: My gift for you, Legolas, is a bow of the Galadhrim, worthy of the skill of our woodland kin. These are the daggers of the Noldorin. They have already seen service in war. Do not fear, young Peregrin Took. You will find your courage. And for you, Samwise Gamgee, Elven rope made of hithlain.
SAM: Thank you, my lady. Have you run out of those - nice, shiny daggers?
GALADRIEL: And what gift would a dwarf ask of the Elves?
GIMLI: Nothing. Except to look upon the lady of the Galadhrim one last time. For she is more fair than all the jewels beneath the earth. Doh. Actually, er, there was one thing, uh... No, no, I couldn't. It's quite impossible. Stupid to ask.
GIMLI: I have taken my worst wound at this parting, for I have looked my last upon that which is fairest. Hah! Henceforth I will call nothing fair unless it be her gift to me.
LEGOLAS: What was her gift?
GIMLI: I asked her for one hair from her golden head. She gave me three.
BOROMIR: Minas Tirith its the safer road. You know that. From there we can regroup. Strike out for Mordor from a place of strength.
ARAGORN: There is no strength in Gondor that can avail us.
BOROMIR: You were quick enough to trust the Elves! Have you so little faith in your own people? Yes, there is weakness, there is frailty. But there is courage also, and honour to be found in Men. But you will not see that. You are afraid! All your life, you have hidden in the shadows. Scared of who you are, of what you are.
ARAGORN: I will not lead the Ring within a hundred leagues of your city.
BOROMIR: Forgive me. I did not see it. I have failed you all.
ARAGORN: No, Boromir. You fought bravely. You have kept your honour.
BOROMIR: Leave it! It is over. The world of Men will fall. And all will come to darkness. My city to ruin.
ARAGORN: I do not know what strength is in my blood. But I swear to you, I will not let the White City fall. Nor our people fail.
BOROMIR: Our people. Our people. I would have followed you, my brother. My captain. My king.
SAM: I made a promise, Mr. Frodo. A promise: "Don't you leave him Samwise Gamgee." And I don't mean to. I don't mean to.
FRODO:Oh, Sam. Come on, then.
LEGOLAS: Hurry! Frodo and Sam have reached the eastern shore. You mean not to follow them.
ARAGORN: Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands.
GIMLI: Then it has all been in vain. The Fellowship has failed.
ARAGORN: Not if we hold true to each other. We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death. Not while we have strength left. Leave all that can be spared behind. We travel light. Let's hunt some Orc.