Theoden: "Who am I, Gamling?"
Gamling: "You are our king, sire."
Theoden: "And do you trust your king?"
Gamling: "Your men, my lord, will follow you to whatever end."
Theoden: "To whatever end.
Where is the horse and the rider?
Where is the horn that was blowing?
They have passed like rain on the mountains,
Like wind in the meadows.
The days have gone down in the West,
Behind the hills, into shadow.
How did it come to this?"

Elrond: "You're outnumbered, Aragorn. You need more men."
Aragorn: "There are none."
Elrond: "There are those who… dwell in the mountain."
Aragorn: "Murderers! Traitors! You would call upon them to fight? They believe in nothing! They answer to no one."
Elrond: "They will answer to the King of Gondor! Andúril… Flame of the West. Forged from the shards of Narsil."
Aragorn: "Sauron will not have forgotten the Sword of Elendil. The blade that was broken shall return to Minas Tirith."
Elrond: "The man who can wield the power of this sword can summon to him an army more deadly than any that walks this earth. Put aside the ranger. Become who you were born to be. Take the Dimholt road."
Elrond: "Ónen i-Estel Edain." (I gave Hope to the Dúnedain.)
Aragorn: "Ú-chebin Estel anim." (I have kept no hope for myself.)