— Why did you do that? You promised to set him free.
— And I did. I freed his wretched head from his miserable shoulders.
— My Lord Legolas… I bring word from your Father. You are to return to him immediately.
— Come, Tauriel!
— My Lord… Tauriel is banished.
— Banished? You may tell my father... if there is no place for Tauriel, there is no place for me.
— Legolas. It is your king's command.
— Yes, he is my King… …but he does not command my heart.
— Come Gimli! We are gaining on them.
— I'm wasted on cross-country. We dwarves are natural sprinters. Very dangerous we are over short distances.