Frodo: I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though…I do not know the way.
Gandalf: I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear.
Aragorn: If, by my life or death, I can protect you, I will. You have my sword.
Legolas: And you have my bow.
Gimli: And my axe!
Boromir: You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done.
Sam: ‘Ere! Mr. Frodo’s not goin’ anywhere without me!
Elrond: No, indeed. It is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not.
Pippin: Hey! We’re comin’ too!
Merry: You’ll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!
Pippin: Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission…quest…thing.
Merry: Well, that rules you out, Pip.
Elrond: Nine companions. So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring.
Pippin: Right! Where are we going?
Epic win.
Waiting to go… (via mutenostrilsyndrome)
