Elleth alfirin ethelhael, (Immortal maiden elven-wise)
O hon ring finnil fuinui, (About him cast her night-dark hair)
A rene... (Like...)
FRODO:Who is she? This woman you sing of.
ARAGORN: 'Tis the Lady of Luthien. The Elf-maiden who gave her love to Beren, a mortal.
FRODO:What happened to her?
ARAGORN: She died.
MERRY: My tomato's burst.
ARWEN: He's fading. He's not going to last. We must get him to my father. I've been looking for you for 2 days.
SAM: Where are you taking him?!
ARWEN: There are 5 Wraiths behind you. Where the other four are I do not know.
ARAGORN: Dartho guin Berian. Rych le ad tolthathon. (Stay with the Hobbits. I will send horses for you.)
ARWEN: Hon mabathon. Rochon ellint im. (I'm the faster rider. I'll take him.)
ARAGORN: Andelu i ven. (The road is too dangerous.)
PIPPIN: What are they saying?
ARWEN: Frodo fîr. Ae athradon i hir, tur gwaith nîn beriatha hon. (Frodo is dying. If I can get across the river, the power of my people will protect him.) I do not fear them.
ARAGORN: Be iest lîn. (According to your wish.) Arwen, ride hard. Don't look back!
ARWEN: Noro lim, Asfaloth, noro lim! (Ride fast, Asfaloth, ride fast.)