Denethor: Can you sing, Master Hobbit?
Pippin: Well…yes. At least, well enough for my own people. But we have no songs for great halls and…evil times.
Denethor: And why should your songs be unfit for my halls? Come, sing me a song.
Pippin: Home is behind, the world ahead
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadow, to the edge of night
Until the stars are all alight
Mist and shadow, cloud and shade
All shall fade
All shall fade
| Emmett: | That was so moving! Wasn't that moving? |
| Brian: | Like a case of dysentery. |
annahinks:(via ranga-sauce)
Aragorn: Gentlemen, we do not stop till nightfall.
Pippin: What about breakfast?
Aragorn: You’ve already had it.
Pippin: We’ve had one, yes. What about second breakfast?
Merry: I don’t think he knows about second breakfast, Pip.
Pippin: What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, doesn’t he?
Merry: I wouldn’t count on it.
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