Fly! Fly! The enemy is upon us!
There is a hill called Weathertop, about halfway between here and Rivendell. We will make for it tomorrow. So will Gandalf, if he can.
I still don't know if we can trust him, Mr. Frodo.
I said you have no choice, Sam. Because if I wanted the ring for myself, I could have it...now! (draws out the broken sword Narsil and shows it as a salute to Frodo, Sam, Pippin and Merry) My real name is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. If by life or death I can save you, I will.
Well, if he was one of the enemy, he would look fairer and...well, feel fouler, if you see what I mean.
(laughing) While I look foul and feel fair, is that it?