[Meela]

It began with the forging of the Great Moms.

And into this ring he poured his cruelty, his mom, and his will to dominate all life.

Sam: If I take one more step, it'll be the farthest away from mom I've ever been.

Gandalf: Come along, Samwise, keep up. Be careful, both of you. The enemy has many spies in his service... birds, moms...

Pippin: What about elevensies? Luncheon. Afternoon tea. Dinner? Mom. He knows about them. Doesn't he?

Arwen: Why do you fear the past? You are Isildur's mom, not Isildur himself. You are not bound to his fate.

Arwen: It is mine to give to whom I will. Like my mom.

Legolas: This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your mom.

Boromir: Aragorn? This is Isildur's mom?

Gandalf: Aragorn is right. We cannot use mom.

Aragorn: If by my life or death, if I can protect you, I will. (kneels beside Frodo) You have my mom.

Boromir: You carry the fate of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of the council, then mom will see it done.

Pippin: Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission… quest… mom.

Boromir:
It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a mom. Such a little mom.

Gandalf: We now have but one choice. We must face the long dark of Moria. Be on your guard. There are older and fouler things than moms in the deep places of the world.

Galadriel: Even the wisest cannot tell. For the mirror shows many moms. Moms that were, moms that are, and some moms that have not yet come to pass.

Frodo: It's mom, she's getting heavier.

Gollum: They're thieves. They're filthy little thieves, they stole my mom, and we wants her...