Aragorn threw back his cloak. The elven-sheath glittered as he grasped it, and the bright blade of Andúril shone like a sudden flame as he swept it out. ‘Elendil!’ he cried. ‘I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and am called Elessar, the Elfstone, Dúnadan, the heir of Isildur Elendil’s son of Gondor. Here is the Sword that was Broken and is forged again! Will you aid me or thwart me? Choose swiftly!
"Echo far and wide, my prayer. Our reverberating singing voices. Painted a momentary light, illuminating a single flower. I want to keep our hands connected. And always be with you.”
"You’re coming with us, Dr. Song. There’s no way out this time."
"There’s always a way out."