ROTK MOVIE QUOTES
Westu Aragorn hál.
Théoden: I am happy for you. He is an honorable Man.
Éowyn: You are both honorable Men.
Éowyn: What time is it?
Aragorn: Not yet dawn.
Éowyn: I dreamed I saw a great wave climbing over green lands and above the hills. I stood upon the brink. It was utterly dark in the abyss before my feet. A light shown behind me, but I could not turn. I could only stand there... waiting.
Aragorn: Night changes many thoughts. Sleep, Éowyn. Sleep while you can.
Aragorn: You ride with us?
Éowyn: Just to the encampment. It's tradition for the Women of the
farewell the Men.
Éowyn: The Men have found their captain. They will follow you into
even to death. You have given us hope.
Éowyn: There, a true Esquire of Rohan.
Merry: I'm ready!
Merry: Sorry, it isn't all that dangerous. It's not even sharp.
Éowyn: Well, that's no good, you won't kill many
Orcs with a blunt blade. Come on. To the smithy. Go!
Éomer: You should not encourage him.
Éowyn: You should not doubt him.
Éomer: I do not doubt his heart, only the reach of his arm.
Éowyn: Why should Merry be left behind? He has as much
go to war as you. Why can he not fight for those he loves?
Éowyn: Why are you doing this? The war lies to the east; you cannot
the eve of battle. You cannot abandon the Men.
Éowyn: We need you here.
Aragorn: Why have you come?
Éowyn: Do you not know?
Aragorn: It is but a shadow and a thought that you love. I cannot give
what you seek.
Éowyn: What other duty would you have me do, My Lord?
Théoden: Duty? No...I would have
smile again. Not grieve for
whose time has come. You shall live to see these days renewed. No more
Éowyn: Ride with me.
Éowyn: Take heart, Merry, it will soon be over.
Merry: My lady, you are fair, and brave, and have much to live for and many who love you. I know it is too late to turn aside. I know there is not much point now in hoping. If I were a knight of Rohan, capable of great deeds... but I'm not. I'm a hobbit, and I know I can't save Middle Earth. I just want to help my friends, Frodo, Sam, Pippin. More than anything, I wish I could see them again.
Éomer: Prepare to move out!
Théoden: Make haste! We ride through the night!
Éowyn: To battle.
Merry: To battle.
Éowyn: Courage, Merry. Courage for our friends.
Éowyn: Whatever happens, stay with me. I'll look after you.
Merry and Éowyn: Death!
Éowyn: Take the reins! Pull to the left! Left!
Éowyn: I will kill you if you
Witch-king: Do not come between a Nazgûl and his prey.
Witch-king: (Grabs Éowyn's neck.) You fool, no man can kill me! Die
Éowyn: I am no man!
Théoden: I know your face...Éowyn. My eyes darken.
Éowyn: No. No, I am going to save you.
Théoden: You already did. Éowyn, my body is broken. You have
me go. I go to my fathers in whose mighty company I shall not now feel
(With a sigh, you turn away.
With a deepening heart, no more words to say.
You will find that the world has changed forever.
(And) the trees are now turning from green to gold.
And the sun is now fading.
I wish I could hold you closer.)
Éowyn: The city has fallen silent. There is no warmth left in the sun. It grows so cold.
Faramir: Just the damp of the first Spring rain. I do not believe this darkness will endure.
ROTK BOOK QUOTES (dialogue only)
Éowyn: Lords, you are weary and shall now go to your beds with such ease as can be contrived in haste. But tomorrow fairer housing shall be found for you
Aragorn: Nady, lady, be not troubled for us! If we may lie here tonight and break our fast tomorrow, it will be enough. For I ride on an errand most urgent, and with the first light of morning we must go.
Éowyn: Then it was kindly done, lord, to ride so many miles out of your way to bring tidings to Éowyn, and to speak with her in exile.
Aragorn: Indeed no man would count such a journey wasted, and yet, lady, I could not have come hither, if it were not that the road which I must take leads me to Dunharrow.
Éowyn: Then, lord, you are astray; for out of Harrowdale no roads runs east or south; and you had best return as you came.
Aragorn: Nay, lady, I am not astray; for I walked in this land ere you were born to grace it. There is a road out of this valley, and that road I shall take. Tomorrow I shall ride by the Paths of the Dead.
Éowyn: But, Aragorn, is it then your errand to seek death? For that is all that you will find on that road. They do not suffer the living to pass.
Aragorn: They may suffer me to pass, but at the least I will adventure it. No other road will serve.
Éowyn: But this is madness. For here are men of renown and prowess, whom you should not take into the shadows, but should lead to war, where men are needed. I beg you to remain and ride with my brother; for then all our hearts will be gladdened, and our hope be the brighter.
Aragorn: It is not madness, lady, for I go on a path appointed. But those who follow me do so of their free will; and if they wish now to remain and ride with the Rohirrim, they may do so. But I shall take the Paths of the Dead, alone, if needs be.
Éowyn: Aragorn, why will you go on this deadly road?
Aragorn: Because I must. Only so can I see any hope of doing my part in the war against Sauron. I do not choose paths of peril, Éowyn. Were I to go where my heart dwells, far in the North I would now be wandering in the fair valley of Rivendell.
Éowyn: You are a stern lord and resolute, and this do men win renown. Lord, if you must go, then let me ride in your following. For I am weary of skulking in the hills, and wish to face peril and battle.
Aragorn: Your duty is with your people.
Éowyn: Too often have I heard of duty. But am I not of the House of Eorl, a shieldmaiden and not a dry-nurse? I have waited on faltering feet long enough. Since they falter no longer, it seems, may I not now spend my life as I will?
Aragorn: Few may do that with honour. But as for you, lady: did you not accept the charge to govern the people until their lord's return? If you had not been chosen, then some marshal or captain would have been set in the same place, and he could not ride away from his charge, were he weary of it or no.
Éowyn: Shall I always be chosen? Shall I always be left behind when the Riders depart, to mind the house while they win renown, and find food and beds when they return?
Aragorn: A time may come soon when none will return. Then there will be need of valour without renown, for none shall remember the deeds that are done in the last defence of your homes. Yet the deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.
Éowyn: All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more. But I am of the House of Eorl and not a serving-woman. I can ride and wield a blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.
Aragorn: What do you fear, lady?
Éowyn: A cage. To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.
Aragorn: And yet you counselled me not to adventure on the road that I had chosen, because it is perilous?
Éowyn: So may one counsel another. Yet I do not bid you flee from peril, but to ride to battle where your sword may win renown and victory. I would not see a thing that is high and excellent cast away needlessly.
Aragorn: Nor would I. Therefore I say to you, lady: Stay! For you have no errand to the South.
Éowyn: Neither have those others who go with thee. They go only because they would not be parted from thee - because they love thee.
Aragorn: Farewell, Lady of Rohan! I drink to the fortunes of your House, and of you, and of all your people. Say to your brother: beyond the shadows we may meet again!
Éowyn: Aragorn, wilt thou go?
Aragorn: I will
Éowyn: Then wilt thou not let me ride with this company, as I have asked?
Aragorn: I will not, lady. For that I could not grant without leave of the king and of your brother; and they will not return until tomorrow. But I count now every hour, indeed every minute. Farewell!
Éowyn: I beg thee!
Aragorn: Nay, lady.
Éowyn: Hail, Lord of the Mark! My heart is glad at your returning.
Théoden: And you, Éowyn, is all well with you?
Éowyn: All is well. All is well. It was a weary road for the people to take, torn suddenly from their homes. There were hard words, for it is long since war has driven us from the green fields; but there have been no evil deeds. All is now ordered, as you see. And your lodging is prepared for you; for I have had full tidings of you and knew the hour of your coming.
Éomer: So Aragorn has come then. Is he still here?
Éowyn: No, he is gone.
Éomer: Whither did he go?
Éowyn: I do not know. He came at night, and rode away yestermorn, ere the Sun had climbed over the mountaintops. He is gone.
Théoden: You are grieved, daughter. What has happened? Tell me, did he speak of that road? Of the Paths of the Dead?
Éowyn: Yes, lord. And he has passed into the shadow from which none have returned. I could not dissuade him. He is gone.
Éomer: Then our paths are sundered. He is lost. We must ride without him, and our hope dwindles.
Éowyn: Yet it is said in Harrowdale that in the moonless nights but little while ago a great host in strange array passed by. Whence they came none knew, but they went up the stony road and vanished into the hill, as if they went to keep a tryst.
Merry: Then why has Aragorn gone that way? Don't you know anything that would explain it?
Éomer: Unless he has spoken words to you as his friend that we have not heard, none now in the land of the living can tell his purpose.
Éowyn: Greatly changed he seemed to me since I saw him first in the king's house, gimmer, older. Fey I thought him, and like one whom the Dead call.
Éowyn: Come now, Meriadoc! I will show you the gear that I have prepared for you. This request only did Aragorn make to me, that you should be armed for battle. I have granted it, as I could. For my heart tells me that you will need such gear ere the end.
Éowyn: No mail have we to fit you, nor any time for the forging of such a hauberk; but here is also a stout jerkin of leather, a belt, and a knife. A sword you have.
Éowyn: Take all these things, and bear them to good fortune! Farewell now, Master Meriadoc! Yet maybe we shall meet again, you and I.
Dernhelm: Where will wants not, a way opens, so we say, and so I have found myself. You wish to go whither the Lord of the Mark goes; I see it in your face.
Merry: I do.
Dernhelm: Then you shall go with me. I will bear you before me, under my cloak until we are far afield, and this darkness is yet darker. Such a good will should not be denied. Say no more to any man, but come!
Merry: Thank you indeed! Thank you, sir, though I do not know your name
Dernhelm: Do you not? Then call me Dernhelm.
Dernhelm: Begone, fowl dwimmerlaik, lord of carrion! Leave the dead in peace!
Witch-king: Come not between the Nazgûl and his prey! Or he will not slay thee in thy turn. He will bear thee away to the houses of lamentation, beyond all darkness, where thy flesh shall be devoured, and thy shrivelled mind be left naked to the Lidless Eye.
Dernhelm: Do what you will; but I will hinder it, if I may.
Witch-king: Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!
Dernhelm: But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund's daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him!
Aragorn: Awake, Éowyn, Lady of Rohan! Awake! The shadow is gone and all darkness is washed clean! Call her!
Éomer: Éowyn! Éowyn!
Éowyn: Éomer! What joy is this? For they said that you were slain. Nay, but that was only the dark voices in my dream. How long have I been dreaming?
Éomer: Not long, my sister. But think no more on it!
Éowyn: I am strangely weary. I must rest a little. But tell me, what of the Lord of the Mark? Alas! Do not tell me that that was a dream; for I know it was not. He is dead as he foresaw.
Éomer: He is dead, but he bade me say farewell to Éowyn, dearer than daughter. He lies now in great honour in the Citadel of Gondor.
Éowyn: That is grevious. And yet it is good beyond all that I dared hope in these dark days, when it seemed that the House of Eorl was sunk in honour less than an shepherd's cot. And what of the king's esquire, the Halfing? Éomer, you shall make him a knight of the Riddermark, for he is valiant!
Gandalf: He lies nearby in this House, and I will go to him. Éomer shall stay here for a while. But do not speak yet of war or woe, until you are made whole again. Great gladness it is to see you wake again to health and hope, so valiant a lady!
Éowyn: To health? It may be so. At least while there is an empty saddle of some fallen Rider that I can fill, and there are deeds to do. But to hope? I do not know.
Éowyn: Sir, I am in great unrest, and I cannot lie longer in sloth.
Warden: Lady, you are not healed, and I was commanded to tend you with special care. You should not have risen from your bed for seven days yet, or so I was bidden. I beg you to go back.
Éowyn: I am healed, healed at least in body, save my lefy arm only, and that is at ease. But I shall sicken anew, if there is naught that I can do. Are there no tidings of war? The woman can tell me nothing.
Warden: There are no tidings, save that the Lords have ridden to Morgul Vale; and men say that the new captain out of the North is their chief. A great lord is that, and a healer; and it is a thing passing strange to me that the healing hand should also wield the sword. It is not thus in Gondor now, though once it was so, if old tales be true. But for long years we healers have only sought to patch the rents made by the men of swords. Though we should still have enough to do without them: the world is full of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.
Éowyn: It needs but one foe to breed a war, not two, Master Warden. And those who have not swords can still die upon them. Would you have the folk of Gondor gather you herbs only, when the Dark Lord gathers armies? And it is not always good to be healed in body. Nor is it always evil to die in battle, even in bitter pain. Were I permitted, in this dark hour I would choose the latter.
Éowyn: Is there no deed to do? Who commands in this City?
Warden: I do not rightly know. Such things are not my care. There is a marshal over the Riders of Rohan; and the Lord Húrin, I am told, commands the men of Gondor. But the Lord Faramir is by right the Steward of the City.
Éowyn: Where can I find him?
Warden: In this house, lady. He was sorely hurt, but is now set again on the way to health. But I do not know -
Éowyn: Will you not bring me to him? Then you will know.
Warden: My lord, here is the Lady Éowyn of Rohan. She rode with the king and was sorely hurt, and dwells now in my keeping. But she is not content, and she wishes to speak to the Steward of the City.
Éowyn: Do not misunderstand him, lord. It is not lack of care that grieves me. No houses could be fairer, for those who desire to be healed. But I cannot lie in sloth, idle, caged. I looked for death in battle. But I have not died, and battle still goes on.
Faramir: What would you have me do, lady? I also am a prisoner of the healers. What do you wish? If it lies in my power, I will do it.
Éowyn: I would have you command this Warden, and bid him let me go.
Faramir: I myself am in the Warden's keeping. Nor have I yet taken up my authority in the City. But had I done so, I should still listen to his counsel, and should not cross his will in matters of his craft, unless in some great need.
Éowyn: But I do not desire healing. I wish to ride to war like my brother Éomer, or better like Théoden the king, for he died and has both honour and peace.
Faramir: It is too late, lady, to follow the Captains, even if you had the strength. But death in battle may come to us all yet, willing or unwilling. You will be better prepared to face it in your own manner, if while there is still time you do as the Healer commanded. You and I, we must endure with patience the hours of waiting.
Éowyn: But the healers would have me lie abed seven days yet. And my window does not look eastward.
Faramir: Your window does not look eastward? That can be amended. In this I will command the Warden. If you will stay in this house in our care, lady, and take your rest, then you shall walk in this garden in the sun, as you will; and you shall look east, whither all our hopes have gone. And here you will find me, walking and waiting, and also looking east. It would ease my care, if you would speak to me, or walk at whiles with me.
Éowyn: How should I ease your care, my lord? And I do not desire the speech of living men.
Faramir: Would you have my plain answer?
Éowyn: I would.
Faramir: Then, Éowyn of Rohan, I say to you that you are beautiful. In the valleys of our hills there are flowers fair and bright, and maidens fairer still; but neither flower nor lady have I seen till now in Gondor so lovely, and so sorrowful. It may be that only a few days are left ere darkness falls upon our world, and when it comes I hope to face it steadily; but it would ease my heart, if while the Sun yet shines, I could see you still. For you and I have both passed under the wings of the Shadow, and the same hand drew us back.
Éowyn: Alas, not me, lord! Shadow lies on me still. Look not to me for healing! I am a shieldmaiden and my hand is ungentle. But I thank you for this at least, that I need not keep to my chamber. I will walk abroad by the grace of the Steward of the City.
Faramir: What do you look for, Éowyn?
Éowyn: Does not the Black Gate lie yonder? And must he not now come thither? It is seven days since he rode away.
Faramir: Seven days. But think not ill of me, if I say to you: they have brought me both a joy and a pain that I never thought to know. Joy to see you; but pain, because now the fear and doubt of this evil time are grown dark indeed. Éowyn, I would not have this world end now, or lose so soon what I have found.
Éowyn: Lose what you have found, lord? I know not what in these days you have found that you could lose. But come, my friend, let us not speak of it! Let us not speak at all! I stand upon some dreadful brink, and it is utterly dark in the abyss before my feet, but whether there is any light behind me I cannot tell. For I cannot turn yet. I wait for some stroke of doom.
Faramir: Yes, we wait for the stroke of doom.
Faramir: It reminds me of Númenor.
Éowyn: Of Númenor?
Faramir: Yes, of the land of Westernesse that foundered, and of the great dark wave climbing over the green lands and above the hills, and coming on, darkness unescapable. I often dream of it.
Éowyn: Then you think that the Darkness is coming? Darkness Unescapable?
Faramir: No. It was but a picture in the mind. I do not know what is happening. The reason of my waking mind tells me that great evil has befallen and we stand at the end of days. But my heart says nay; and all my limbs are light, and a hope and joy are come to me that no reason can deny. Éowyn, Éowyn, White Lady of Rohan, in this hour I do not believe that any darkness will endure!
Faramir: Éowyn, why do you tarry here, and do not go to the rejoicing in Cormallen beyond Cair Andros, where your brother awaits you?
Éowyn: Do you not know?
Faramir: Two reasons there may be, but which is true, I do not know.
Éowyn: I do not wish to play at riddles. Speak plainer!
Faramir: Then if you will have it so, lady, you do not go, because only your brother called for you, and to look on the Lord Aragorn, Elendil's heir, in his triumph would now bring you no joy. Or because I do not go, and you desire still to be near me. And maybe for both these reasons, and you yourself cannot choose between them. Éowyn, do you not love me, or will you not?
Éowyn: I wished to be loved by another. But I desire no man's pity.
Faramir: That I know. You desired to have the love of the Lord Aragorn. Because he was high and puissant, and you wished to have renown and glory and to be lifted far above the mean things that crawl on the earth. And as a great captain may to a young soldier he seemed to you admirable. For so he is, a lord among men, the greatest that now is. But when he gave you only understanding and pity, then you desired to have nothing, unless a brave death in battle. Look at me, Éowyn!
Faramir: Do not scorn pity that is the gift of a gentle heart, Éowyn! But I do not offer you my pity. For you are a lady high and valiant and have yourself won renown that shall not be forgotten; and you are a lady beautiful, I deem, beyond even the words of the Elven-tongue to tell. And I love you. Once I pitied your sorrow. But now, were you sorrowless, without fear or any lack, were you the blissful Queen of Gondor, still I would love you. Éowyn, do you not love me?
Éowyn: I stand in Minas Anor, the Tower of the Sun; and behold! the Shadow has departed! I will be a shieldmaiden no longer, nor vie with the great Riders, nor take joy only in the songs of slaying. I will be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren. No longer do I desire to be a queen.
Faramir: That is well; for I am not a king. Yet I will wed with the White Lady of Rohan, if it be her will. And if she will, then let us cross the River and in happier days let us dwell in fair Ithilien and there make a garden. All things will grow with joy there, if the White Lady comes.
Éowyn: Then must I leave my own people, man of Gondor? And would you have your proud folk say of you: "There goes a lord who tamed a wild shieldmaiden of the North! Was there no woman of the race of Numenor to choose?"
Faramir: I would.
Faramir: Here is the Lady Éowyn of Rohan, and now she is healed.
Warden: Then I release her from my charge and bid her farewell, and may she suffer never hurt nor sickness again. I commend her to the care of the Steward of the City, until her brother returns.
Éowyn: Yet now I have leave to depart, I would remain. For this House has become to me of all dwellings the most blessed.
Éomer: Thus, is the friendship of the Mark and of Gondor bound with a new bond, and the more do I rejoice.
Aragorn: No niggard are you, Éomer, to give thus to Gondor the fairest thing in your realm.
Éowyn: Wish me joy, my liege-lord and healer!
Aragorn: I have wished thee joy ever since first I saw thee. It heals my heart to see thee now in bliss.
Éowyn and Éomer: Farewell now, Meridoc of the Shire and Holdwine of the Mark! Ride to good fortune, and ride back soon to our welcome!
Éomer: Kings of old would have laden you with gifts that a wain could not bear for your deeds upon the fields of Mundburg; and yet you will take naught, you say, but the arms that were given to you. This I suffer, for indeed I have no gift that is worthy; but my sister begs you to receive this small thing, a memorial of Dernhelm and of the horns of the Mark at the coming of the morning.
Éowyn: This is an heirloom of our house. It was made by the Dwarves, and came from the hoard of Scatha the Worm. Eorl the Young brought it from the North. He that blows it at need shall set fear in the hearts of his enemies and joy in the hearts of his friends, and they shall hear him and come to him.
(Then Merry took the horn, for it could not be refused, and he kissed Éowyn's hand; and they embraced him, and so they parted for that time.)