Galadriel: The Fellowship is breaking. It is already begun. He will try to take the Ring. You know of whom I speak. One by one, it will destroy them all.
Frodo: If you ask it of me... I will give you the One Ring.
Galadriel: You offer it to me freely. I do not deny that my heart has greatly desired this. "In place of a Dark Lord, you would have a queen not dark but beautiful, and terrible as the dawn! Treacherous as the sea! Stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair." I pass the test. I will diminish and go into the West and remain Galadriel.
Galadriel: (I amar prestar aen.) The world is changed. (Han matho ne nen.) I feel it in the water. (Han mathon ned chae.) I feel it in the earth. (A han noston ned 'wilith.) I smell it in the air.
Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it. It began with the forging of the Great Rings. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf-Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire power. For within these rings was bound the strength and the will to govern each race. But they were all of them deceived, for another ring was made. Deep in the land of Mordor, in the Fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged a master ring, and into this ring he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life.
One ring to rule them all.