Orlando Bloom: Legolas
[from extended version]
Legolas : Final count, forty-two.
Gimli : Forty-two? Oh, that's not bad for a pointy-eared elvish princeling. Hmph! I myself am sitting pretty on forty-THREE.
Legolas : [takes out an arrow, and shoots the Uruk Gimli is sitting on in the stomach] Forty-three.
Gimli : He was already dead!
Legolas : He was twitching.
Gimli : He was *twitching* because he's got my axe EMBEDDED IN HIS NERVOUS SYSTEM!
[rattles the handle of his ax; the Uruk's arms and legs twitch]
Legolas : They're taking the Hobbits to Isengard.
Legolas : A red sun rises, blood has been spilled this night.
Eomer : What business does an Elf, Man, and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly.
Gimli : Give me your name, horse-master, and I shall give you mine.
Eomer : [dismounts] I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground.
Legolas : [draws his bow and aims at arrow at Eomer's throat] You would die before your stroke fell.
Legolas : Look at them. They're frightened. You can see it in their eyes.
[All the men turn to look at him]
Legolas : [in Elvish] And they should be. Three hundred... against ten thousand!
Aragorn : [in Elvish] They have a better chance defending themselves here than at Edoras...
Legolas : [in Elvish] Aragorn... they cannot win this fight. They are all going to die!
Aragorn : [in English] Then I shall die as one of them!
Eomer : What business does an Elf, a Man, and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly!
Gimli : Give me your name, Horse-master, and I shall give you mine.
Eomer : [dismounts his horse] I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground.
Legolas : [fits an arrow to his bow at lightning speed] You would die before your stroke fell.
[Rohirrim point their spears at Legolas]
Aragorn : [signals for Legolas to lower his weapon] I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Glóin, and Legolas of the Woodland Realm. We are friends of Rohan, and of Théoden, your King.
Eomer : Théoden no longer recognizes friend from foe. Not even his own kin.
[takes off helmet]
Eomer : Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king and claimed lordship over these lands. My company are those loyal to Rohan, and for that we are banished. The White Wizard is cunning. He walks here and there, they say, as an old man hooded and cloaked. And everywhere his spies slip past our nets.
Aragorn : We are no spies. We track a party of Uruk-Hai, westward across the plain. They have taken two of our friends captive.
Eomer : The Uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them during the night.
Gimli : But there were two Hobbits! Did you see two Hobbits with 'em?
Aragorn : They would be small. Only children to your eyes.
Eomer : We left none alive. We piled the carcasses and burned them.
Gimli : Dead?
Eomer : I am sorry.
[Éomer whistles a signal]
Eomer : Hasufel! Arod! May these horses bear you to better fortune than their former masters. Farewell.
[puts on helmet, mounts his horse]
Eomer : Look for your friends. But do not trust to hope. It has forsaken these lands.
Legolas : [of the Uruk-hai] They run as if the very whips of their masters were behind them.