The Best Elrond Quotes

Prince: One apology to Disa and you're off. No getting better acquainted. No reminiscing about the past. And absolutely no staying for dinner.
Elrond: Understood.
Princess: Aule's beard! No! This cannot be Elrond, can it?
Elrond: I fear so, fair lady.
Princess: [hugging him] Durin didn't tell me you were coming.
Prince: Durin didn't know.
Elrond: I've been remiss in not visiting sooner. An oversight for which I am here to humbly ask forgiveness.
Princess: You're staying for dinner.
Prince: He's leaving.
Princess: He's staying.
Prince: He's leaving!
Princess: [sternly] He's staying.

Elrond: Where there is love, it is never truly dark. How can it not grow in a home like yours?

Galadriel: This mark's very existence proves Sauron escaped. He's still out there. The question now is, where? I intend to ask of the King a fresh company. If he supplies enough to...
Elrond: You have only just arrived. Must you speak of leaving again so soon?
Galadriel: You know very well why I must.
Elrond: There will be ample time later to discuss official matters. I want to hear about you. Your harrowing journey.
Galadriel: Why, Elrond. You really have become a politician.
Elrond: You make it sound so grim.
Galadriel: I am not some courtier to be placated by idle flattery. I demand to speak with the King directly.
Elrond: You have made that plain. So I will be equally plain. It was not your company who defied you out there, but rather you who defied the High King, by refusing to heed any limit placed upon you. In an act of magnanimity, he has chosen to honor your accomplishments... rather than dwell upon your insolence. Test him again and you may find him less receptive than you might have hoped.
Galadriel: Are you going to arrange an audience or not?
Elrond: If after the ceremony that is still your wish, you shall have it.

Elrond: I never dreamed to find your city so changed.
Prince: Now, 20 years will do that.
Elrond: Has it been only 20? You must tell me your secret.
Prince: Our secrets are our own.
Elrond: Durin, have I offended you?
Prince: To answer that, we'd need a longer lift.
Elrond: If you wish to discharge me without explanation, that is your choice.
Prince: You bet your feathery shirts it is.
Elrond: But before squandering the best opportunity any Dwarf-prince has had in a generation, you might at least listen to the proposal I bring.
Prince: Ah, there it is. The true purpose of your visit. You want something.
Elrond: I journeyed here to see my friend, whom I've greatly missed.
Prince: Missed? You missed my wedding. The birth of my children, two of them! You cannot barge into my mountain and demand I welcome you with open arms. You cannot claim that which you discarded.
Elrond: Discarded? Durin, I...
Prince: 20 years might be the blink of an eye to an Elf. But I've lived an entire life in that time. A life you missed. So, what to have to say to that... "friend"?
Elrond: Congratulations. On your wife, your children. I hope you can come to forgive me. And I would like very much to apologize to your family as well.

Elrond: Feanor's hammer. The tool that wrought the Silmarils. The jewels that contain the very light of Valinor. Strange, isn't it? How one object could be responsible for creating so much beauty... and so much pain.
Lord: True creation requires sacrifice. They say that Morgoth found the Silmarils so beautiful that after he'd stolen them, for weeks, he could do nothing but stare into their depths. It was only after one of his tears fell upon the jewels and he was faced with the evil of his own reflection that the reverie was finally broken. From that moment, he... he looked upon their light no more. Feanor's work nearly turned the heart of the Great Foe himself. What has mine ever accomplished?
Elrond: It has turned my heart, my lord. The heart of many an Elf.
Lord: But I aspire to do far more than that. An Age ago, our kind brought war to these shores. I want to fill them with beauty. To grow beyond petty works of jewel-craft, and devise something of real power.
Elrond: What is it you hope to craft?
Lord: "What" is but a glint on the far horizon. You have come to Eregion to help me achieve the "how".
Elrond: [being shown blueprints] A tower?
Lord: One that can host a forge more powerful than any ever built. Able to birth a flame as hot as a dragon's tongue, and as pure as starlight. The things we could use it to create could transform Middle-earth.
Elrond: What seems to be the difficulty?
Lord: I need it completed by spring.
Elrond: My lord, that would require a...
Lord: A workforce greater than any ever assembled. Yes. The High King cannot provide one. So he has sent me you instead.
Elrond: Have you considered seeking partners outside the confines of our own race?
Lord: How far outside?

Galadriel: My brother gave his life hunting Sauron. His task is now mine. I go to seek the enemy that escaped us in the north. Alone, if I must.
Elrond: Ah, yes. Your mystery sigil. I shared it with the High King.
Galadriel: Then why would...
Elrond: Because seeing a sigil does not mean you're any closer to finding Sauron. It is over. The evil is gone.
Galadriel: [touching her chest] Then why is it not gone from in here?
Elrond: After all you have endured, it is only natural to feel conflicted.

Elrond: Let us say that all is as you fear, and this enemy is out there somewhere, lying in wait. Do you truly believe seeking him out will satisfy you? That one more Orc upon the point of your blade will bring you peace? If you are wrong...
Galadriel: I'm not wrong.
Elrond: If you are wrong, will you lead more Elves to die in far-off lands? To convince yourself you have done enough, how many more statues would you add to this path? No one in history has ever refused the call. Do so now, it may never come again. You will linger here, an outcast, poisoned in dark whispers and dreams.
Galadriel: And in the West, do you think my fate would be better? Where song would mock the cries of battle in my ears? You say I have won victory over all the horrors of Middle-earth. Yet you would leave them alive in me? To take with me? Undying, unchanging, unbreaking, into the land of winterless spring?
Elrond: Only in the Blessed Realm can that which is broken in you be healed. Go there. Go, and I promise you, if but a whisper of a rumor of the threat you perceive proves true, I will not rest until it is put right. You have fought long enough, Galadriel. Put up your sword.
Galadriel: Without it, what am I to be?
Elrond: What you have always been. My friend.

Galadriel: I am grateful you have not known evil as I have. But you have not seen what I have seen.
Elrond: I have seen my share.
Galadriel: You have not seen what I have seen. Evil does not sleep, Elrond. It waits. And in the moment of our complacency, it blinds us.

Elrond: Lindon receives you with grace.
Galadriel: With grace, I am received.
Elrond: [she glances at a panting of a sailing ship] I hear it's said that when you cross over, you hear a song. One whose memory we all carry. And you immersed in a light more intoxicating than any sensation in all of Middle-earth.
Galadriel: When I was a child, it was the only feeling I knew.
Elrond: And look at you now. Commander of the Northern Armies. Warrior of the Wastelands. I half expected you to arrive caked in grime and mud.
Galadriel: This time, frostbite and troll blood. And no army.
Elrond: Tell me everything.

High: Galadriel sails to the sunset. You and I must look to the new sunrise. To that end, are you acquainted with the work of Lord Celebrimbor?
Elrond: The greatest of Elven-smiths, of course. I've admired his artistry since I was a child. Why do you ask?
High: He is about to embark on a new project. One of singular importance. And we've decided that you will be working with him.

Prince: The Elf Elrond has invoked the Rite of Sigin-tarag. The Dwarven test of endurance, fashioned by Aule himself. Once we lift our hammers, we shall break the great stones until one of us can break no more. Should the Elf forfeit, he will be banished from all Dwarven lands. Forever! Does the Elf understand?
Elrond: The Elf does.
Prince: In the unlikely event the Elf should win... we shall grant a single boon. But should he lose...
Elrond: Banished. Yes. Understood.
Prince: Hmm. Begin!

Elrond: [being denied entrance to see Durin] All right, my friend. I invoke the Rite of Sigin-tarag.
Lord: What is the Rite of...
Elrond: [the doors open and a group of Dwarves come out] I'll rejoin you in Eregion.
Lord: Are you certain you know what you're doing?
Elrond: Lord Celebrimbor, trust me. You are master of your craft, my friend. Allow me a few days to work mine.

Galadriel: Are you just going to stand there, breathing like an Orc?
Elrond: It is said the wine of victory is sweetest for those in whose bitter trials it has fermented.
Galadriel: I do not feel victorious.
Elrond: You deserve the honors of this day. Your brother would be proud.
Galadriel: [looking around at wooden statues] I remember when the first of these were carved. The likeness of one fallen, preserved upon a living thing. I suppose some part of me always believed my rest would be here, with them. But instead, I am to leave them.
Elrond: This is the gift of your king.
Galadriel: A gift I have decided to refuse.

High: I ask again, and for the last time, did the Dwarves find the ore or not?
Elrond: I swore an oath to Durin. To some, that may now hold little weight. But in my esteem, it is by such things our very souls are bound. I do not intend to let mine slip away on the basis of mere hope.
High: Hope is never mere, Elrond, even when it is meager. When all other senses sleep, the eye of hope is first to awaken, last to shut. If the elves abandon Middle Earth now, the armies of darkness will march over the face of the earth. It will be the end not just of our people, but all peoples. If the hope of preventing that is not reason enough to make you reconsider your oath, I suggest you find another.

Lord: Might your friend be able to grant me access to their workshops?
Elrond: Oh, if I know Durin, he'll do far more than that. He'll welcome us with open arms, rams' horns blaring, tables filled with salted pork, and enough malt beer to fill the Anduin.
Dwarf: [opening a keyhole in the rock] What do you want?
Elrond: It is Elron of Lindon, accompanied by Celebrimbor, Lord of Eregion. We seek an audience with Prince Durin.
Dwarf: [immediately closing it] No.
Elrond: My apologies. Inform Lord Durin that his friend, Elrond...
Dwarf: His judgment has already been rendered, Elf.
Lord: [Elrond looks to him] Rams' horns?

Elrond: She has passed beyond my sight. Galadriel was so certain her search should continue.
High: We foresaw that if it had, she might have inadvertently kept alive the very evil she sought to defeat. For the same wind that seeks to blow out a fire may also cause its spread.
Elrond: Then the shadow she sought... you believe it does exist?
High: Set your mind at peace about it. What you did was right. For Galadriel and for Middle-earth.
Elrond: It is hard to see what is right when friendship and duty are mingled.
High: Such is the burden of those who lead and those who would seek to.