The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring2001

[Strider has ushered Frodo into his room]

Strider:
You draw far too much attention to yourself, Mr. "Underhill."

Frodo:
What do you want?

Strider:
More caution from you. That is no mere trinket you carry.

Frodo:
I carry nothing.

Strider:
Indeed. I can avoid being seen if I wish, but to disappear entirely; that is a rare gift.

Frodo:
Who are you?

Strider:
Are you frightened?

Frodo:
Yes.

Strider:
Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you. [Strider spins round and draws his sword as Sam, Merry and Pippin storm in]

Sam:
Let him go! Or I'll have you, longshanks!

Strider:
You have a stout heart, little Hobbit, but that will not save you. You can no longer wait for the wizard, Frodo. They are coming.