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The Lord of the Rings
The Fellowship of the Ring
I amar prestar aen. (The world is changed.)
Han mathon ne nen. (I feel it in the waters.)
Han mathon ne 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 will to govern each race. But they were all of them deceived.
For another ring was made.
In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a Master Ring to control all others.
And into this Ring he poured his cruelty, his malice, and his will to dominate all life.
One Ring to rule them all.
BILBO:Hobbits have been living and farming in the four Farthings of the Shire for many hundreds of years, quite content to ignore and be ignored by the world of the Big Folk. Middle-earth being, after all, full of strange creatures beyond count, Hobbits must seem of little importance, being neither renowned as great warriors nor counted among the very wise... In fact, it has been remarked by some that Hobbits' only real passion is for food. A rather unfair observation, as we have also developed a keen interest in the brewing of ales and the smoking of pipe-weed. But where our hearts truly lie is in peace and quiet and good, tilled earth. For all hobbits share a love for things that grow. And, yes, no doubt to others, our ways seem quaint. But today of all days, it is brought home to me: It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life.
FRODO: You're late.
GANDALF:A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.
BILBO:I've got to get away from these confounded relatives, hanging on the bell all day, never giving me a moment's peace. I want to see mountains again, mountains, Gandalf. And then find somewhere quiet where I can finish my book... Oh - tea!
GANDALF:So you mean to go through with your plan, then?
BILBO:Yes, yes, it's all in hand. All the arrangements are made.
GANDALF:Frodo suspects something.
BILBO:'Course he does. He's a Baggins! Not some blockheaded Bracegirdle from Hardbottle.
GANDALF:You will tell him, won't you.
GANDALF:He's very fond of you.
BILBO:I know. He'd probably come with me if I asked him. I think in his heart, Frodo's still in love with the Shire. The woods, the fields. Little rivers. I'm old, Gandalf. I know I don't look it, but I'm beginning to feel it in my heart. I feel thin. Sort of stretched, like butter, scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday. A very long holiday. And I don't expect I shall return. In fact, I mean not to.
THE HOBBIT CROWD: Speech, Bilbo! Speech!
BILBO:My dear Bagginses and Boffins! Tooks and Brandybucks! Grubbs! Chubbs! Hornblowers! Bolgers! Bracegirdles! And Proudfoots!
BILBO:Today is my one hundred and eleventh birthday! Alas. Eleventy one years is far too short a time to live amongst such excellent, and admirable Hobbits. I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve. I er ... I have things to do. I've put this off for far too long. regret to announce this is the end. I'm going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell. Goodbye.
GANDALF:I suppose you think that was terribly clever.
BILBO:Come on Gandalf. Did you see their faces?
GANDALF:There are many magic rings in this world, Bilbo Baggins, and none of them should be used lightly!
BILBO:It was just a bit of fun... Oh, you're probably right, as usual... You will keep an eye on Frodo, won't you?
GANDALF:Two eyes, as often as I can spare them.
GANDALF:'The year 3434, of the Second Age. Here follows the account of Isildur, High King of Gondor, and the finding of the Ring of Power. The One Ring, which shall be an heirloom of my kingdom. All those who follow in my bloodline shall be bound to its fate, for I will risk no hurt to the Ring. It is precious to me... though I buy it with a great pain... The markings upon the band begin to fade. The writing which at first was as clear as red flame, has all but disappeared, a secret now that only fire can tell.
FRODO:Wait... There are markings. It's some form of Elvish. I can't read it.
GANDALF:There are few who can. The language is that of Mordor, which I will not utter here.
GANDALF:In the common tongue, it says "One Ring to Rule them all, One Ring to find them. One Ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them." This is the One Ring, forged by the Dark Lord, Sauron in the fires of Mount Doom, taken by Isildur from the hand of Sauron himself.
FRODO:Bilbo found it. In Gollum's cave.
GANDALF:Yes. For 60 years the Ring lay quiet, in Bilbo's keeping, prolonging his life, delaying old age. But no longer, Frodo. Evil is stirring in Mordor. The Ring has awoken. It's heard its master's call.
FRODO:But he was destroyed. Sauron was destroyed.
GANDALF:No, Frodo. The spirit of Sauron endured. His life force is bound to the Ring, and the Ring survived. Sauron has returned. His Orcs have multiplied, his fortress of Barad-dûr is rebuilt in the land of Mordor. Sauron needs only this Ring to cover all the lands in a second darkness. He is seeking it. Seeking it, all his thought is bent on it. The Ring yearns above all else to return to the hand of its master. They are one. The Ring, and the Dark Lord. Frodo - he must never find it.
FRODO:All right. We put it away. We keep it hidden. We never speak of it again. No one knows it's here, do they? Do they, Gandalf?
GANDALF:There is one other that knew that Bilbo had the Ring. I looked everywhere for the creature Gollum. But the enemy found him first. I don't know how long they tortured him for. But amidst the endless screams and inane babble, they discerned two words.
GOLLUM: SHIRE! BAGGINS!
FRODO:Shire! Baggins?! But that would lead them here!
GANDALF:My dear Frodo. Hobbits really are amazing creatures. You can learn all that there is to know about their ways in a month, and yet after a hundred years, they can still surprise you.
SAM: This is it.
FRODO:This is what?
SAM: If I take one more step, it'll be the farthest away from home I've ever been.
FRODO:Sam! Wood Elves.
FRODO:They're going to the harbor beyond the white towers. To the Grey Havens.
SAM: They're leaving Middle-earth.
FRODO:Never to return.
SAM: I don't know why - it makes me sad.
SARUMAN: Sauron has regained much of his former strength. He cannot yet take physical form, but his spirit has lost none of its potency. Concealed within his fortress, the Lord of Mordor sees all. His gaze pierces cloud, shadow, earth and flesh. You know of what I speak, Gandalf. A Great Eye, lidless, wreathed in flame.
GANDALF:The Eye of Sauron.
SARUMAN: He is gathering all evil to him. Very soon he will summon an army great enough to launch an assault upon Middle-earth.
GANDALF:You know all this? How?
SARUMAN: I have seen it.
FRODO:What are they?
ARAGORN: They were once Men. Great kings of Men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them nine rings of power. Blinded by their greed, they took them without question. One by one, falling to darkness. Now they are slaves to his will. They are the Nazgul. Ringwraiths. Neither living nor dead. At all times they feel the presence of the Ring. Drawn to the Power of the One. They will never stop hunting you.
ARAGORN: Gentlemen. We do not stop 'till nightfall.
PIPPIN: What about breakfast?
ARAGORN: You've already had it.
PIPPIN: We've had one, yes. What about second breakfast?
MERRY: Don't think he knows about second breakfast, Pip.
PIPPIN: What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, doesn't he?
MERRY: I wouldn't count on it.
ARAGORN: Tinuviel elvanui, (Tinuviel the elven-fair)
FRODO:Who is she? This woman you sing of.
ARAGORN: 'Tis the Lady of Luthien. The Elf-maiden who gave her love to Beren, a mortal.
FRODO:What happened to her?
ARAGORN: She died.
MERRY: My tomato's burst.
ARWEN: He's fading. He's not going to last. We must get him to my father. I've been looking for you for 2 days.
SAM: Where are you taking him?!
ARWEN: There are 5 Wraiths behind you. Where the other four are I do not know.
ARAGORN: Dartho guin Berian. Rych le ad tolthathon. (Stay with the Hobbits. I will send horses for you.)
ARWEN: Hon mabathon. Rochon ellint im. (I'm the faster rider. I'll take him.)
ARAGORN: Andelu i ven. (The road is too dangerous.)
PIPPIN: What are they saying?
ARWEN: Frodo fîr. Ae athradon i hir, tur gwaith nîn beriatha hon. (Frodo is dying. If I can get across the river, the power of my people will protect him.) I do not fear them.
ARAGORN: Be iest lîn. (According to your wish.) Arwen, ride hard. Don't look back!
ARWEN: Noro lim, Asfaloth, noro lim! (Ride fast, Asfaloth, ride fast.)
AGENT SMITH: Gandalf, the enemy is moving. Sauron's forces are massing in the East. His eye is fixed on Rivendell. And Saruman, you tell me, has betrayed us. Our list of allies grows thin.
GANDALF:His treachery runs deeper than you know. By foul craft Saruman has crossed Orcs with goblin-men. He's breeding an army in the caverns of Isengard. An army which can move in sunlight, and cover great distance at speed. Saruman is coming for the Ring.
ELROND: This evil cannot be concealed by the power of the Elves. We do not have the strength to fight both Mordor and Isengard!
GANDALF: The Ring cannot stay here.
ELROND: This peril belongs to all Middle-earth. They must decide now how to end it. The time of the Elves is over. My people are leaving these shores. Who will you look to when we've gone? The Dwarves? They hide in their mountains seeking riches. They care nothing for the troubles of others.
GANDALF:It is in Men that we must place our hope.
ELROND: Men? Men are weak. The race of Men is failing. The blood of Numenor is all but spent. Its pride and dignity forgotten. It is because of Men the Ring survives. I was there, Gandalf. I was there three thousand years ago... And Isildur took the Ring. I was there the day the strength of men failed.
ELROND: It should have ended that day, but evil was allowed to endure. Isildur kept the Ring. The line of kings is broken. There's no strength left in the world of Men. They're scattered, divided, leaderless.
GANDALF: There is one who could unite them. One who could reclaim the throne of Gondor.
ELROND: He turned from that path a long time ago. He has chosen exile.
BOROMIR: The shards of Narsil. The blade that cut the Ring from Sauron's hand. It's still sharp. But no more than a broken heirloom.
ARWEN: Why do you fear the past? You are Isildur's heir, not Isildur himself. You are not bound to his fate.
ARAGORN: The same blood flows in my veins. The same weakness.
ARWEN: Your time will come. You will face the same evil and you will defeat it. A si i-Dhúath ú-orthor, Aragorn. Ú or le a ú or nin. (The Shadow does not hold sway yet. Not over you, not over me.)
ARWEN: Renich i lú i erui govannem? (Do you remember when we first met?)
ARAGORN: Nauthannen i ned ôl reniannen. (I thought I had strayed into a dream.)
ARWEN: Gwenwin in enninath. Ú-'arnech in naeth i si celich. Renech i beth i pennen? (Long years have passed. You did not wear the troubles you carry now. Do you remember what I told you?)
ARAGORN: You said you'd bind yourself to me, forsaking the immortal life of your people.
ARWEN: And to that I hold. I would rather share one lifetime with you, than face all the Ages of this world alone. I choose a mortal life.
ARAGORN: You cannot give me this.
ARWEN: It is mine to give to whom I will. Like my heart.
BOROMIR: It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor kept the forces of Mordor at bay by the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!
ARAGORN: You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master.
BOROMIR: And what would a Ranger know of this matter?
LEGOLAS: This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.
BOROMIR: Aragorn? This is Isildur's heir?
LEGOLAS: And heir to the throne of Gondor.
ARAGORN: Havo dad, Legolas (Sit down, Legolas.)
BOROMIR: Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king.
ELROND: The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor, and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. One of you must do this.
BOROMIR: One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever-watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air that you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly.
LEGOLAS: Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!
GIMLI: And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?!
BOROMIR: And if we fail, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?
GIMLI: I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf! Never trust an Elf!
GANDALF:Do you not understand? While you bicker amongst yourselves, Sauron's power grows! None can escape it! You'll all be destroyed!
SAM: Here! Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me.
ELROND: No, indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you from him, even when he is summoned to a secret Council, and you are not.
MERRY: Oi! We're coming too! You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us.
PIPPIN: Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing.
MERRY: Well that rules you out, Pip.
ELROND: Nine companions. So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring.
PIPPIN: Great. Where are we going?
ELROND: Anirne hene beriad i chên în. (She wanted to protect her child.) Ned Imladris nauthant e le beriathar aen. (She thought in Rivendell you would be safe.) But in her heart your Mother knew you'd be hunted all your life. That you'd never escape your fate. The skill of the Elves can reforge the sword of kings but only you have the power to wield it.
ARAGORN: I do not want that power. I have never wanted it.
ELROND: You are the last of the blood line. There is no one else.
BILBO:My old sword, Sting. Here, take it. Take it.
FRODO:It's so light.
BILBO:Yes, yes… made by the Elves, you know? The blade glows blue when orcs are close. And it's times like that, my lad, when you have to be extra careful. Here's a pretty thing. Mithril. As light as a feather, and as hard as dragons scales.
BOROMIR: We must get off the mountain! Make for the Gap of Rohan! Or take the west road to my city!
ARAGORN: The Gap of Rohan takes us too close to Isengard.
GIMLI: We cannot pass over a mountain. Let us go under it! Let us go through the Mines of Moria.
SARUMAN: Moria. You fear to go into those mines. The Dwarves delved too greedily and too deep. You know what they awoke there in the darkness of Khazad-dûm: Shadow and flame.
GANDALF:Let the Ring-bearer decide...
BOROMIR: We cannot stay here! This will be the death of the hobbits!
FRODO:We will go through the mines.
GANDALF:So be it.
GIMLI: Dwarf doors are invisible when closed.
GANDALF:Yes Gimli, their own masters cannot find them if their secrets are forgotten.
LEGOLAS: Why does that not surprise me?
GANDALF:Well, let's see... Ithildin. It mirrors only starlight and moonlight. It reads: "The doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak friend and enter."
MERRY: What do you suppose that means?
GANDALF:Oh, it's quite simple. If you are a friend, you speak the password, and the doors will open. Annon Edhellen edro hi ammen! (Gate of the Elves open now for me!) Lasto beth... (Listen to...)
PIPPIN: Nothing's happening.
GANDALF:I once knew every spell in the all tongues of Elves, Men and Orcs.
PIPPIN: What are you going to do then?
GANDALF:Knock your head against these doors, Peregrin Took! And if that does not shatter them, and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions, I will try to find the opening words.
GANDALF:Oh, it's useless.
FRODO:It's a riddle. Speak 'friend', and enter. What's the Elvish word for friend?
GIMLI: Soon, Master Elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the Dwarves! Roaring fires, malt beer, ripe meat off the bone! This, my friend, is the home of my cousin Balin. And they call it a mine. A MINE!
BOROMIR: This is no mine. It's a tomb.
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 Orcs in the deep places of the world. Quietly now. It's a four-day journey to the other side. Let us hope that our presence may go unnoticed.
GANDALF:The wealth of Moria was not in gold or jewels, but mithril. Bilbo had a shirt of mithril rings that Thorin gave him.
GIMLI: Oh! That was a kingly gift!
GANDALF:Yes. I never told him, but its worth was greater than the value of the Shire.
FRODO:There's something down there!
GANDALF:He's been following us for three days.
FRODO:He escaped the dungeons of Barad-dûr?
GANDALF:Escaped. Or set loose.
GANDALF:Now the Ring has brought him here. He will never be rid of his need for it. He hates and loves the Ring, as he hates and loves himself. Smeagol's life is a sad story. Yes, Smeagol he was once called. Before the Ring found him. Before it drove him mad.
FRODO:It's a pity Bilbo didn't kill him when he had the chance.
GANDALF:Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo's hand. Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo? Do not be too eager to deal out death and judgement. Even the very wise cannot see all ends. My heart tells me that Gollum has some part to play yet, for good or ill, before this is over. The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of the Ring.
FRODO:I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.
GANDALF:So do all that come to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world, Frodo, besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring. In which case you were also 'meant' to have it. And that is an encouraging thought. Eh - it's that way.
GANDALF:Fool of a Took! Throw yourself in next time, and rid us of your stupidity.
GIMLI: Nobody tosses a dwarf. Not the beard!!!
GANDALF:I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor! The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun! Arrghh! Go back to the Shadow!! YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!
GIMLI: Stay close, young Hobbits! They say that a great sorceress lives in these woods. An Elf-witch of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell. And are never seen again. Well, here's one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox. Oh...
HALDIR: The Dwarf breathes so loud, we could have shot him in the dark.
BOROMIR: Gandalf's death was not in vain. Nor would he have you give up hope. You carry a heavy burden, Frodo. Don't carry the weight of the dead.
CELEBORN: The enemy knows you have entered here. What hope you had in secrecy is now gone. Eight that there are here, yet nine there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him. I can no longer see him from afar.
GALADRIEL: Gandalf the Grey did not pass the borders of this land. He has fallen into Shadow.
LEGOLAS: He was taken by both Shadow and Flame. A Balrog of Morgoth. For we went needlessly into the net of Moria.
GALADRIEL: Needless were none of the deeds of Gandalf in life. We do not yet know his full purpose. Do not let the great emptiness of Khazad-dum fill your heart, Gimli, son of Gloin. For the world has grown full of peril and in all lands love is now mingled with grief.
CELEBORN: What now becomes of this Fellowship? Without Gandalf, hope is lost.
GALADRIEL: The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little, and it will fail to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while the Company is true.
BOROMIR: My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing. And then our... our people lose faith. He looks to me to make things right, and I, I would do it. I would see the glory of Gondor restored. Have you ever seen it, Aragorn? The white tower of Ecthelion. Glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver. Its banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets?
ARAGORN: I have seen the White City. Long ago.
BOROMIR: One day, our paths will lead us there. And the tower guard shall take up the call: "The Lords of Gondor have returned."
GALADRIEL: I know what it was that you saw. For it is also in my mind. It is what will come to pass if you should fail. The Fellowship is breaking . It has 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 the 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.
FRODO:I cannot do this alone.
GALADRIEL: You are a Ring-bearer, Frodo. To bear a Ring of Power is to be alone.
GALADRIEL: This task was appointed to you. And if you do not find a way, no one will.
FRODO:Then I know what I must do. It's just, I'm afraid to do it.
GALADRIEL: Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.
SARUMAN: Do you know how the Orcs first came into being? They were Elves once. Taken by the Dark Powers, tortured, and mutilated. A ruined, and terrible form of life. And now, perfected. My fighting Uruk-hai.
LEGOLAS: Lembas. Elvish waybread. One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man.
MERRY: How many did you eat?
GALADRIEL: My gift for you, Legolas, is a bow of the Galadhrim, worthy of the skill of our woodland kin. These are the daggers of the Noldorin. They have already seen service in war. Do not fear, young Peregrin Took. You will find your courage. And for you, Samwise Gamgee, Elven rope made of hithlain.
SAM: Thank you, my lady. Have you run out of those - nice, shiny daggers?
GALADRIEL: And what gift would a dwarf ask of the Elves?
GIMLI: Nothing. Except to look upon the lady of the Galadhrim one last time. For she is more fair than all the jewels beneath the earth. Doh. Actually, er, there was one thing, uh... No, no, I couldn't. It's quite impossible. Stupid to ask.
GIMLI: I have taken my worst wound at this parting, for I have looked my last upon that which is fairest. Hah! Henceforth I will call nothing fair unless it be her gift to me.
LEGOLAS: What was her gift?
GIMLI: I asked her for one hair from her golden head. She gave me three.
BOROMIR: Minas Tirith its the safer road. You know that. From there we can regroup. Strike out for Mordor from a place of strength.
ARAGORN: There is no strength in Gondor that can avail us.
BOROMIR: You were quick enough to trust the Elves! Have you so little faith in your own people? Yes, there is weakness, there is frailty. But there is courage also, and honour to be found in Men. But you will not see that. You are afraid! All your life, you have hidden in the shadows. Scared of who you are, of what you are.
ARAGORN: I will not lead the Ring within a hundred leagues of your city.
BOROMIR: Forgive me. I did not see it. I have failed you all.
ARAGORN: No, Boromir. You fought bravely. You have kept your honour.
BOROMIR: Leave it! It is over. The world of Men will fall. And all will come to darkness. My city to ruin.
ARAGORN: I do not know what strength is in my blood. But I swear to you, I will not let the White City fall. Nor our people fail.
BOROMIR: Our people. Our people. I would have followed you, my brother. My captain. My king.
SAM: I made a promise, Mr. Frodo. A promise: "Don't you leave him Samwise Gamgee." And I don't mean to. I don't mean to.
FRODO:Oh, Sam. Come on, then.
LEGOLAS: Hurry! Frodo and Sam have reached the eastern shore. You mean not to follow them.
ARAGORN: Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands.
GIMLI: Then it has all been in vain. The Fellowship has failed.
ARAGORN: Not if we hold true to each other. We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death. Not while we have strength left. Leave all that can be spared behind. We travel light. Let's hunt some Orc.
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