Sam, to Merry and Pippin: I have complete faith in you both!
Sam, whispering to Frodo: there's like a 40% chance they'll both die.
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Sam, to Merry and Pippin: I have complete faith in you both!
Sam, whispering to Frodo: there's like a 40% chance they'll both die.

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[Aragorn training with the hobbits]
Aragorn: Come at me with an attack, I'll defend it.
Merry: You smell weird.
Aragorn: *Holding back tears* I meant physically.
Bilbo: Frodo, m'lad, cherish your youth. Some day you'll wake up, and you'll say "who's that old man in the mirror?"
Bilbo: and then the old man will punch you so you'll realise that's not a mirror, it's an open window, and that old man is not your reflection, it's the Old Gaffer.
Baby Frodo: *stealing mushrooms from Farmer Maggot's garden*
Baby Frodo, internally: Frodo can have a little mushroom. As a treat.
Website: Enter new password.
Gandalf, typing: Hobbits
Website: Too short.
Gandalf, shrugging: Yeah, yeah. I guess that's true.

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Aragorn, training the hobbits how to fight: For the last time, what do you do when you see an orc?
Pippin: Yell βHey there orcs, itβs me ya boiβ, while gently breakdancing.
Merry: *nods in agreement
Aragorn, face palming himself: No no no no no...
Gollum: We swears to serve the master of the precious.
Sam, sniffing: Do you smell that mister Frodo?
Frodo: What is it?
Sam: It smells like bull shit.
[knocking on the door at bag end]
Frodo: Are you going to get that, Uncle?
Bilbo: And interact with people? No, thanks.