Galadriel:
     I amar prestar aen (The world is changed)
han mathon ne nen (I feel it in the water)
han mathon ne chae (I feel it in the earth)
a han noston ned gwilith.(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 Rings of Power.
     Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings.
     Seven were given to the Dwarves, 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 power and the will to rule each race. But they were all of them deceived, for deep in the land of Mordor, the Dark Lord Sauron forged another ring, a master ring, and into this ring he poured all his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate every living thing.
     One ring to rule them all. One by one, the free peoples of Middle Earth fell to the power of the Ring.
     But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of men and elves marched against the armies of Mordor, and on the very slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth. Victory was near, but the power of the ring could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the king, took up his father`s sword.
     Sauron, the enemy of the free peoples of Middle-Earth, was defeated. The Ring passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever, but the hearts of men are easily corrupted. And the ring of power has a will of its own. It betrayed Isildur, to his death.
     And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. For two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, the ring ensnared another bearer.
     Gollum: My Precious.
     Galadriel: The ring came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels under the Misty Mountains, and there it consumed him.
     Gollum: It came to me, my own, my love, my Precious.
     Galadriel: The ring gave to Gollum unnatural long life. For five hundred years it poisoned his mind, and in the gloom of Gollum`s cave it waited. Darkness crept back into the forests of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived that its time had come. It abandoned Gollum, but then something happened that the Ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable. A hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, of the Shire.
     Bilbo: What`s this? A Ring!
     Gollum: Lost! My Precious is lost!
     Galadriel: (V.O.) For the time will soon come when hobbits will shape the fortunes of all.

     Shire 60 years later

     Frodo: You`re late.
     Gandalf: A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.
     Frodo: It`s wonderful to see you again, Gandalf.
     Gandalf: You didn`t think I`d miss your Uncle Bilbo`s birthday.
     Frodo: What`s new in the world? Tell me everything.
     Gandalf: Haven`t we grown curious? Most unnatural for a hobbit. What can I tell you? Life in the wide world goes on, much as it has this past age, full of its own comings and goings, scarcely aware of the existence of hobbits. For which I am very grateful.
     Ah, the long-expected party. How is the old rascal? I understand this is to be a party of special magnificence.
     Frodo: You know Bilbo. He has the whole place in an uproar.
     Gandalf: Well, that should please him.
     Frodo: Half the Shire`s been invited. He`s up to something.
     Gandalf: Indeed?
     Frodo: All right, keep your secrets. Before you came along, we Bagginses were very well thought of. Never had any adventures or did anything unexpected.
     Gandalf: If you`re referring to that incident with the dragon, I was barely involved. I only gave your uncle a little nudge out the door.
     Frodo: Whatever you did, you have been officially labeled a disturber of the peace.
     Children: Gandalf, Gandalf! Fireworks, Gandalf!
     Frodo: Gandalf, I`m glad you`re back.
     Gandalf: So am I, dear boy, so am I.
     No Admittance Except on Party Business
     Bilbo: No thank you! We don`t want any more well- wishers, visitors, or distant relations!
     Gandalf: How about very old friends?
     Bilbo: Gandalf?
     Gandalf: Bilbo Baggins!
     Bilbo: My dear Gandalf!
     Gandalf: One hundred and eleven years old! Who would believe it? You haven`t aged a day.
     Bilbo: Come in, come in, welcome, would you like some tea? Or perhaps something stronger. I still have some of the Old Winyards left. 1296, a very good year! Almost as old as I am! My Father put it down. What say we open one?
     Gandalf: Just tea, thank you.
     Bilbo: I was expecting you last week, but you come and go as you please...
     I can make you some eggs if you like...
     Gandalf: Just tea, thank you.
     Bilbo: Yes, right, you don`t mind if I do?
     Gandalf: Oh, no, not at all.
     Sackville-Baggins: Bilbo! Bilbo Baggins!
     Bilbo: I`m not at home! I need to get away from these confounded relatives, hanging on the bell all day, never giving me a moment`s rest. I want to see mountains again, Gandalf, mountains! And then find someplace quiet where I can finish my book. Oh, right, the tea.
     Gandalf: You mean to go through with your plan, then?
     Bilbo: Yes, everything`s in hand. The arrangements have all been made.
     Gandalf: Frodo suspects something.
     Bilbo: Of course he suspects, he`s a Baggins, not some blockheaded Bracegirdle from Hardbottle!
     Gandalf: You will tell him, won`t you?
     Bilbo: Yes, yes.
     Gandalf: He`s very fond of you, you know.
     Bilbo: I know. He`d probably come with me if I asked him to, but I think in his heart Frodo is 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 begin to feel it in my heart. I feel thin, 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!

     Bilbo: Old Toby! Finest weed in Southfarthing.
     Gandalf, my old friend, this will be a night to remember!

     Frodo: Go on, Sam, ask Rosie for a dance!
     Sam: I think I`ll just have another ale.
     Frodo: Oh, no you don`t!
     Bilbo: So there I was, at the mercy of three monstrous trolls, and they were arguing about how to cook us! Whether it be turned on a spit, or if they should sit on us one by one and squash us into jelly! They spent so much time arguing the whithertos and whyfors that the first light of the sun crept up over the tops of the trees and turned them all to stone!
     Merry: Not that one! The big one, the big one!
     Pippin: There!
     Merry: You`re supposed to put it in the ground first!
     Pippin: It is in the ground!
     Merry: Outside!
     Pippin: This was your idea!
     Frodo: Bilbo, watch out for the dragon!
     Bilbo: Nonsense, there hasn`t been a dragon in these parts for a thousand years!
     Pippin: That was good!
     Merry: Let`s get another one!
     Gandalf: Meriadoc Brandybuck, and Peregrin Took. I might have known.
     Hobbits: Speech!
     Frodo: A speech!
     Bilbo: My dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Gubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles and Proudfoots!
     Proudfoot: Proudfeet!
     Bilbo: Today is my one hundred and eleventh birthday!
     Alas, eleventy one years is much too short a time to live among 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 have things to do. I`ve put this off for far too long. I regret to announce this is the end! I`m going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell! Goodbye.
     Gandalf: I suppose you thought that was terribly clever.
     Bilbo: Come on, Gandalf! Did you see their faces?
     Gandalf: There are a good many magic rings in the world, Bilbo, and none of them should be used lightly!
     Bilbo: It was just a bit of fun. Oh, I suppose you`re right, as usual.
     Bilbo: You will keep an eye on Frodo, won`t you?
     Gandalf: Two eyes, as often as I can spare them.
     Bilbo: I`m leaving everything to him.
     Gandalf: And this ring of yours, is that staying, too?
     Bilbo: Yes, it`s in an envelope, on the mantelpiece.
     Bilbo: Wait, no, it`s here in my pocket. Isn`t that odd, now? Yet, why not? Why shouldn`t I keep it?
     Gandalf: I think you should leave the ring behind. Is that so hard?
     Bilbo: Well, no... and yes... Now it comes to it. I don`t feel like parting with it! I found it! It came to me!
     Gandalf: There`s no need to get angry.
     Bilbo: And what if I`m angry! It`s your fault! It`s mine. My own, my precious...
     Gandalf: Precious? It`s been called that before, but not by you.
     Bilbo: What business is it of yours what I do with my own things?
     Gandalf: I think you`ve had that ring quite long enough.
     Bilbo: You want it for yourself!
     Gandalf: Do not take me for some conjuror of cheap tricks! I am not trying to rob you! I`m trying to help you.
     Gandalf: All your long years, we have been friends. Trust me now as you once did. Let it go.
     Bilbo: You`re right. The ring must go to Frodo. It`s late, and the road is long. Yes, it is time.
     Gandalf: Bilbo, the ring is still in your pocket.
     Bilbo: Oh, yes.
     Bilbo: I`ve thought of an ending for my book. `And he lived happily ever after, to the end of his days.`
     Gandalf: And I`m sure you will, old friend.
     Bilbo: Good bye, Gandalf.
     Gandalf: Goodbye, dear Bilbo.
     Bilbo: The road goes ever on...
     Gandalf: Until our next meeting.
     Bilbo: It`s mine, my own, my precious.
     Gandalf: Riddles in the dark... Precious...
     Frodo: Bilbo!
     Frodo: He`s gone, hasn`t he? He talked about it for so long, I never really believed he would do it. Gandalf?
     Gandalf: Bilbo`s Ring. He`s gone to stay with the elves. He`s left you Bag End, along with all his possessions. The Ring is yours now.
     Gandalf: Put it somewhere out of sight.
     Frodo: Where are you going?
     Gandalf: There are things I need to see to.
     Frodo: What things?
     Gandalf: Questions, questions that need answering.
     Frodo: But you`ve only just arrived! I don`t understand.
     Gandalf: Neither do I. Keep it secret. Keep it safe.

     Gandalf: The year 3434 of the Second Age. Here follows the account of Isildur, High King of Gondor, and the finding of the Ring. The Ring of power has come to me. It will become an heirloom of my kingdom. All those who follow in my bloodline will 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 on the band fade, the writing that was once as bright as red flame has all but disappeared, a secret now only fire can tell.

     Nazgûl: Shire. Baggins.
     Hobbit: No Bagginses here. They`re all up in Hobbitton. That way.

     Gandalf: Is it secret? Is it safe?
     Frodo: What are you doing?
     Gandalf: Hold out your hand, Frodo. It`s quite cool. What can you see? Can you see anything?
     Frodo: Nothing. There`s nothing. Wait. There are markings. It`s some form of Elvish, but I can`t read it.
     Gandalf: There are few who can. The language is that of Mordor, which I shall not utter here.
     Frodo: Mordor?
     Gandalf: In the common tongue, it reads, One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them. One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.
     Gandalf: This is the One Ring, forged by Sauron in the fires of Mount Doom. Isildur took it from the hand of Sauron himself.
     Frodo: Bilbo found it, in Gollum`s cave.
     Gandalf: For sixty years, it lay quiet in Bilbo`s keeping, prolonging his life, delaying old age. But no longer. There is evil 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. His spirit endured. Sauron`s life- force was bound to the Ring, and the Ring survived. Sauron has returned. His orcs have multiplied. His fortress of Barad-Dur is rebuilt in Mordor. He 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. He must never find it.
     Frodo: All right, we keep it hidden. We put it away, we never speak of it again. Nobody knows its here, do they?
     Do they, Gandalf?
     Gandalf: There was one other who knew that Bilbo had the ring. I looked everywhere for the creature Gollum, but the Enemy found him first.
     Gandalf: I don`t know how long they tortured him, but amid the endless screams and inane babble, they heard two words. Shire. Baggins.
     Gollum: Shire! Baggins!
     Frodo: Shire. Baggins. But that would lead them here!
     Frodo: Take it, Gandalf, you must take it!
     Gandalf: You cannot offer me this Ring!
     Frodo: I am giving it to you!
     Gandalf: Don`t tempt me, Frodo! I dare not take this Ring, not even to keep it safe! Understand, I would use this Ring out of a desire to do good, but through me, it would wield a power too great and terrible to imagine.
     Frodo: But it cannot stay in the Shire!
     Gandalf: No. No, it can`t.
     Frodo: What must I do?
     Gandalf: You must go, and go quickly.
     Frodo: Where?
     Gandalf: Get out of the Shire. Make for the village of Bree.
     Frodo: What about you?
     Gandalf: I will wait for you at the Inn of the Prancing Pony.
     Frodo: And the Ring will be safe there?
     Gandalf: I don`t know, Frodo. I don`t have any answers. I must see the head of my order. He is both powerful and wise. Trust me, he will know what to do. You must leave the name of Baggins behind you, for that name is not safe outside the Shire. Travel only by day, and stay off the road.
     Frodo: I can cut across country easily enough.
     Gandalf: Dear Frodo. Hobbits are the most amazing creatures. You can learn everything there is to know about their ways in a month, and after a hundred years they can still surprise you!
     Get down!
     Confound it all, Samwise Gamgee, have you been eavesdropping?
     Sam: I ain`t been dropping no eaves, sir, honest, I was just cutting the grass outside the window, if you follow me.
     Gandalf: A bit late for trimming the verge.
     Sam: I heard raised voices.
     Gandalf: What did you hear? Speak!
     Sam: Nothing important. That is, I heard a good deal about a ring, and a dark lord, and something about the end of the world. Please don`t hurt me, sir, don`t turn me into anything unnatural.
     Gandalf: No? Perhaps not. I`ve thought of a better use for you.

     Gandalf: Come along, Samwise, keep up!
     Be careful, both of you. The enemy has many spies in his service. Birds, beasts. Is it safe?
     Never put it on! The servants of the Dark Lord will be drawn to its power. Remember, the Ring is trying to get back to its master. It wants to be found.

     Sam: This is it.
     Frodo: This is what?
     Sam: If I take one more step, it will be the farthest from home I`ve ever been.
     Frodo: Come on, Sam. Remember what Bilbo used to say. It`s a dangerous thing, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don`t keep your feet, there`s no knowing where you`ll be swept off to.

     Saruman: Smoke rises from the mountain of Doom. The hour grows late, and Gandalf the Grey rides to Isengard seeking my council. For that is why you have come, is it not, my old friend?
     Gandalf: Saruman.
     Saruman: You are sure of this?
     Gandalf: Beyond any doubt.
     Saruman: So the One Ring has been found.
     Gandalf: All these long years it was in the Shire, right under my nose.
     Saruman: And you had not the wit to see it. Your love of the Halflings` leaf has clearly slowed your mind.
     Gandalf: We still have time, time to counter Sauron, if we act quickly.
     Saruman: Time? What time do you think we have?
     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 in his fortress he sees all. His gaze pierces cloud, shadow, earth and flesh. You know of what I speak. A great eye, lidless, wreathed in flame.
     Gandalf: The Eye of Sauron.
     Saruman: He is gathering all evil to him. Very soon he will have assembled an army large enough to assault Middle-earth.
     Gandalf: You know this? How?
     Saruman: I have seen it.
     Gandalf: A Palantir is a dangerous tool.
     Saruman: Why? Why should we fear to use it?
     Gandalf: They are not all accounted for, the lost seeing stones. You do not know who else may be watching.
     Saruman: The hour is later than you think. Sauron`s forces are already moving. The Nine have left Minas Mordor.
     Gandalf: The Nine?
     Saruman: They crossed the river Isen on midsummer`s eve, disguised as riders in black.
     Gandalf: They have reached the Shire!
     Saruman: They will find the Ring, and kill the one who carries it.
     Gandalf: Frodo!
     Saruman: You did not truly think that a hobbit could contend with the will of Sauron? There are none who can. Against the power of Mordor there can be no victory. We must join him, Gandalf. Join with Sauron. It would be wise, old friend.
     Gandalf: Tell me, friend, when did Saruman the Wise abandon reason for madness?
     Saruman: I offered you the choice of aiding me willingly, but you have elected the way of pain!

     Sam: Mister Frodo? Frodo! I thought I`d lost you.
     Frodo: What are you talking about, Sam?
     Sam: It`s just something Gandalf said.
     Frodo: What did he say?
     Sam: Don`t you lose him, Samwise Gamgee. And I don`t mean to.
     Frodo: We`re still in the Shire, Sam, what could possibly happen?
     Pippin: Frodo! Look, Merry, it`s Frodo!
     Sam: You get off him!
     Merry: Hold these.
     Pippin: What`s the meaning of this?
     Sam: You`ve been into Farmer Maggott`s crop!
     Merry: I don`t know what he`s so upset about, it`s only a few carrots.
     Pippin: And some cabbages. And the three bags of potatoes we lifted last week. And the mushrooms the week before that.
     Merry: Yes, Pippin! My point is, he`s obviously overreacting!

     Pippin: Ooh! That was a close one.
     Merry: I think I`ve broken something.
     Sam: Trust a Brandybuck and a Took!
     Merry: Nonsense! That was just a detour! A shortcut!
     Sam: Shortcut to what?
     Pippin: Mushrooms!
     Frodo: I think we should get off the road.
     Get off the road, quick!
     Pippin: What was that?
     Anything?
     Frodo: Nothing.
     Merry: That dark rider was looking for something, or someone. Frodo?
     Get down!
     Frodo: I have to leave the Shire. Sam and I have to get to Bree.
     Merry: Bucklebury ferry. Follow me.
     Merry: Sam, get the ropes!
     Run, Frodo!
     Frodo: Go!
     Frodo: Where is the nearest crossing?
     Merry: Brandywine bridge. Twenty miles.

     Guard: What do you want?
     Frodo: We are headed for the Prancing Pony.
     Guard: Hobbits. Four hobbits! What business brings you to Bree?
     Frodo: We wish to stay at the inn. Our business is our own.
     Guard: Very well, young sir, didn`t mean no offence by it. It`s my job to ask questions after nightfall. There`s been talk of some strange folk about. Can`t be too careful.
     Frodo: Excuse me?
     Barliman: Good evening, little Masters. If you`re looking for accommodation, we have some cozy hobbit-sized rooms available, Mr...?
     Frodo: Underhill. My name`s Underhill. We`re friends of Gandalf the Grey. Would you tell him we`ve arrived?
     Barliman: Gandalf? Elderly chap, big grey beard, pointy hat. Haven`t seen him in six months.
     Sam: What do we do now?

     Frodo: He`ll come, Sam. He`ll be here.
     Pippin: What`s that?
     Merry: This, my friend, is a pint.
     Pippin: It comes in pints? I`m going to get one.
     Sam: Pippin, you`ve had a whole half already.
     Sam: That man`s done nothing but stare at you since we came in.
     Frodo: That man in the corner, who is he?
     Barliman: He`s one of them Rangers. Dangerous folk, they are, wandering the wilds. What his right name is I`ve never heard, but round here he`s known as Strider.
     Frodo: Strider.
     Pippin: Baggins? Sure I know a Baggins - Frodo Baggins, over there. He`s my second cousin, once removed on his Mother`s side.
     Frodo: Pippin!
     Pippin: Steady on!

     Aragorn: You draw far too much attention to yourself, Mr. Underhill.
     Frodo: What do you want?
     Aragorn: A little more caution from you, that is no trinket you carry.
     Frodo: I carry nothing.
     Aragorn: Indeed? I can avoid being seen if I wish, but to disappear entirely - that is a rare gift.
     Frodo: Who are you?
     Aragorn: Are you frightened?
     Frodo: Yes.
     Aragorn: Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you.
     Sam:
     Aragorn: You have a stout heart, little hobbit, but it will not save you. You can no longer wait for the wizard, Frodo. They are coming.

     Frodo: What are they?
     Aragorn: They were once men. Great kings of men, but Sauron the Deceiver gave them nine rings of power, and, blinded by their greed, they took them without question, one by one falling into 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.
     Frodo: Where are you taking us?
     Aragorn: Into the wilds.
     Merry: How do we know this Strider is a friend of Gandalf`s?
     Frodo: We have no choice but to trust him.
     Sam: Where is he taking us?
     Aragorn: To Rivendell, Master Gamgee, the home of Elrond.
     Sam: Did you hear that? Rivendell! We`re going to see the elves!

     Aragorn: Gentlemen, we do not stop till nightfall.
     Pippin: What about breakfast?
     Aragorn: You have had it.
     Pippin: We`ve had one, yes, what about second breakfast?
     Merry: I don`t think he knows about second breakfast, Pip.
     Pippin: What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? Do you think he knows about them?
     Merry: I wouldn`t count on it.
     Pippin!

     Saruman: The power of Isengard is at your command, Sauron, Lord of the Earth.
     Sauron: Build me an army worthy of Mordor.
     Orc: What orders from Mordor, my lord? What does the Eye command?
     Saruman: We have work to do.
     Orc: The trees are strong, my lord. Their roots go deep.
     Saruman: Rip them all down.

     Aragorn: This was once the great watchtower of Amon Sul. We will rest here tonight.
     These are for you. Keep them close. I`m going to have a look around. Stay here.
     Frodo: What are you doing?
     Merry: Sausages, tomatoes, nice crispy bacon!
     Sam: We saved some for you!
     Frodo: Put it out, you fools, put it out!
     Pippin: That`s nice, ash on my tomatoes.
     Frodo: Go!
     Sam: Back, you devils!

     Sam: Frodo!
     Frodo: Oh, Sam!
     Sam: Strider! Help him!
     Aragorn: He`s been stabbed with a Morgul blade. This is beyond my skill to heal, he needs elvish medicine.
     Aragorn: Hang on, Frodo.
     Sam: It`s six days to Rivendell! He`ll never make it!
     Frodo: Gandalf. Gandalf!
     Sam: Mr. Frodo? He`s going cold!
     Pippin: Is he going to die?
     Aragorn: He is passing into the shadow world. Soon he will become a wraith like them.
     Merry: They`re close!
     Aragorn: Sam, do you know the Athelas plant?
     Sam: Athelas?
     Aragorn: Kingsfoil.
     Sam: Kingsfoil? Aye, it`s a weed.
     Aragorn: It may help to slow the poison.
     Arwen: What`s this? A Ranger caught off his guard?

     Arwen: Frodo, Im Arwen. Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nin, tolo dan nan galad. (Frodo, I am Arwen. I`ve come to help you. Hear my voice. Return to the light)
     Pippin Who is she?
     Sam: She`s an elf!
     Arwen: He`s fading. He`s not going to last. We have to get him to my father.
     I`ve been looking for you for two days. There are five wraiths behind you. Where the other four are I do not know.
     Aragorn: Stay with the hobbits. I will send horses for you.
     Arwen: I am the faster rider. I will take him.
     Aragorn: The road is too dangerous.
     Arwen: If I can get across the river, the power of my people will protect him. I do not fear them.
     Aragorn: Arwen. Ride hard and don`t look back.
     Sam: What are you doing? Those wraiths are still out there!
     Arwen: Noro lim, Asfaloth! Noro lim!
     Nazgûl: Give up the halfling, she-elf!
     Arwen: If you want him, come and claim him!

     Arwen: No, Frodo! Don`t give in! Not now!
     Let what grace is given me be passed to him. Let him be spared. Save him.

     Frodo: Where am I?
     Gandalf: You are in the House of Elrond, and it is ten in the morning, on October the 24th, if you want to know.
     Frodo: Gandalf?
     Gandalf: Yes, I`m here. And you`re lucky to be here, too. A few more hours and you would have been beyond our aid, but you have some strength in you, dear hobbit.
     Frodo: What happened? Why didn`t you meet us?
     Gandalf: I am sorry. I was delayed.
     Saruman: The friendship of Saruman is not lightly cast aside. One ill turn deserves another.
     Saruman: It is over. Embrace the power of the Ring or embrace your own destruction.
     Gandalf: The ring has but one master. Only one may bend it to his will, and he does not share power.
     Saruman: So you have chosen death.
     Frodo: Gandalf, what is it?
     Gandalf: Nothing.
     Sam: Bless you, Frodo, you`re awake!
     Gandalf: Sam has hardly left your side.
     Sam: We were that worried about you, weren`t we, Mr. Gandalf?
     Gandalf: Thanks to the skills of Master Elrond, you have begun to mend.
    Elrond: Welcome to Rivendell, Frodo Baggins.
    Frodo: Bilbo!
    Bilbo: Hello, Frodo, my lad!
    Frodo: There and back again, a hobbit`s tale, by Bilbo Baggins. This is wonderful!
    Bilbo: I meant to go back, wander the paths of the Mirkwood, visit Laketown, see the Lonely Mountain again, but age, it seems, has finally caught up with me.
    Frodo: I miss the Shire. I spent all my childhood pretending I was somewhere else, off with you on one of your adventures, but my own adventure turned out to be quite different. I`m not like you, Bilbo.
    Bilbo: My dear boy.
    Sam: Now what have I forgotten?
    Frodo: Packed already?
    Sam: Doesn`t hurt to be prepared.
    Frodo: I thought you wanted to see the elves, Sam.
    Sam: I do.
    Frodo: More than anything.
    Sam: I did, but... we did what we set off to do, didn`t we? We got the ring this far, to Rivendell, and seeing as how you`re on the mend, I thought we`d be off soon. Off home.
    Frodo: You`re right, Sam. We did what Gandalf wanted. The Ring will be safe in Rivendell. I am ready to go home.

    Elrond: His strength returns.
    Gandalf: That wound will never fully heal. He will carry it for the rest of his life.
    Elrond: Yet to have come so far still bearing the ring, the hobbit has shown remarkable resilience to its evil.
    Gandalf: It is a burden he should never have had to bear. We can ask no more of Frodo.
    Elrond: Gandalf, the Enemy is moving. Sauron`s forces are massing in the East. The Eye is fixed on Rivendell. Now you tell me Saruman has betrayed us. The list of our allies grows thin.
    Gandalf: His treachery goes deeper than you know. At Falcraft, Saruman has crossed orcs with goblin men. He is breeding an army in the caverns of Isengard. An army that can move in sunlight, and travel great distances 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 stand against Mordor and Isengard both. The ring cannot stay here.
    Elrond: This peril belongs to all Middle-Earth, and they must decide now how to end it. The age of elves is over. My people are leaving these shores. Who will you turn to once we are gone? The dwarves hide in their mountains seeking riches and care not for the troubles of others.
    Gandalf: We must place our hope in men.
    Elrond: Men! The race of men is weak, failing. The blood of Numenor is all but spent, its pride and dignity forgotten. It is because of men that the Ring survives. I was there, three thousand years ago, when Isildur took the ring. I was there when the strength of men failed.
    Elrond: Follow me!
    Elrond: I led Isildur into the heart of Mount Doom, where it was forged, the one place it could be destroyed.
    Elrond: Throw it in the fire! Destroy it!
    Isildur: No.
    Elrond: Isildur!
    Elrond: It should have ended that day, but evil was allowed to endure. Isildur kept the Ring. The line of Kings is broken. There is no strength left in the world of men. They are scattered, divided, leaderless.
    Gandalf: There is one who could unite them. Who could reclaim the throne of Gondor.
    Elrond: He turned from that path long ago. He has chosen exile.

    Boromir: The shards of Narsil. The blade that cut the ring from Sauron`s hand.
    Boromir: Still sharp. But no more than a broken hilt.

    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. The shadow does not yet hold sway. Not over you, not over me.
     Do you remember the first time we met?
    Aragorn: I thought I had strayed into a dream.
    Arwen: Long years have passed since then. You did not have the cares you carry now. Do you remember what I told you?
    Aragorn: You said you would bind yourself to me, and forsake 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 the 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.

    Elrond: Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You are summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands on the brink of destruction. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom.
    Elrond: Bring forth the ring, Frodo.
    Boromir: So it is true.
    (voices) The Ring of power.
     The doom of man.
    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 my 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 ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master.
    Boromir: What would a ranger know of this matter?
    Legolas: He is no mere ranger. This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.
    Boromir: This is Isildur`s heir?
    Legolas: And heir to the throne of Gondor.
    Aragorn: Sit down, Legolas.
    Boromir: Gondor has no king, Gondor needs no king.
    Gandalf: Aragorn is right. We cannot control it.
    Elrond: We have but one choice. The ring must be destroyed.
    Gimli: What are we waiting for?
    Elrond: The ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. It 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 which it came. One of you must do this.
    Boromir: One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep, and the great eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire, ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. It is folly. Not with ten thousand men could you do this.
    Legolas: Have you heard nothing that Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!
    Gimli: And I suppose you think you`re the one to do it?
    Boromir: And what if we fail? 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!
    Frodo: I will take it.
    Frodo: I will take it!
    Frodo: I will take the ring to Mordor. Though I do not know the way.
    Gandalf: I will help you bear this burden for as long as it is yours to bear.
    Aragorn: If by my life or my death I can protect you, I will.
     You have my sword.
    Legolas: And my bow.
    Gimli: And my axe.
    Boromir: You carry the fate of us all, little one. But if this is truly the will of the council, Gondor will see it done.
    Sam: Hey! Mr. Frodo`s not going anywhere without me.
    Elrond: Indeed, it is hardly possible to separate the two of you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not. Very well.
    Merry: We`re going, too! You`d have to send us home tied up in a sack to keep us away.
    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. Now, where are we going?

    Bilbo: My old sword, Sting. Take it, take it!
    Frodo: It`s so light!
    Bilbo: Yes. Made by the elves, you know. The blade glows blue when orcs are close. And it`s times like those, dear boy, you have to be extra careful. Here`s a pretty thing.
    Bilbo: As light as a feather, and as hard as dragon scales. Let me see you put it on.
    Bilbo: Oh, my old ring. I should very much like to hold it again, one last time.
     I`m sorry I brought this upon you, my boy. I`m sorry you must carry this burden. I`m sorry for everything!

    Gandalf: We must hold to this course west of the Misty Mountains for forty days. If our luck holds, the Gap of Rohan will still be open to us, and from there our road turns east toward Mordor.
    Boromir: Very good. Again!
    Gimli: If anyone were to ask my opinion, which I note they have not, I would say we`re taking the long way around! Gandalf, we could go through the Mines of Moria. My cousin Balin would give us a royal welcome!
    Gandalf: No, Gimli, I would not take the road through Moria unless I had no other choice.
    Aragorn: Move your feet!
    Pippin: Ow!
    Boromir: Sorry!
    Sam: What`s that?
    Gimli: It`s nothing, just a wisp of cloud.
    Boromir: It`s moving fast, against the wind.
    Legolas: Crebain from Dunland! Hide!
    Gandalf: Spies for Saruman. The passage south is being watched. We will have to go over the pass of Caradhras.

    Aragorn: Boromir.
    Boromir: It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing. Such a little thing.
    Aragorn: Boromir! Give the ring to Frodo.
    Boromir: As you wish. I care not.

    Saruman: So, you tried to lead them over Caradhras. And if that fails? Where will you go? If the mountain defeats you, will you risk a more dangerous road?

    Legolas: There is a fell voice on the air!
    Gandalf: It`s Saruman!
    Aragorn: He`s trying to bring down the mountain! We must turn back!
    Gandalf: No!
    Aragorn: We must get off the mountain!
    Boromir: We must take the Pass of Rohan, or take the road west to my city!
    Aragorn: Rohan takes us too close to Isengard!
    Gimli: If we cannot go over the mountain, I say let us go under it!
    Saruman: Moria. You fear to go into those mines. The dwarves delved too greedily and too deep. You know what they awoke in the darkness of Khazad- Dum. Shadow and flame.
    Gandalf: Let the Ringbearer decide!
    Frodo: We will go through the mines!
    Gandalf: So be it.

    Gimli: The walls of Moria.
    Gandalf: Ithildin. It mirrors only starlight and moonlight.
    Gandalf: It reads, The Gates of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter.
    Pippin: What do you suppose it means?
    Gandalf: Simple. If you are a friend, you speak the password, and the doors open.
    Aragorn: The mines are no place for a pony, even one so brave as Bill. Go on.
    Sam: Bye bye, Bill.
    Aragorn: Don`t worry, Sam, he knows the way home.
    Aragorn: Don`t disturb the water!
    Gandalf: This is useless!
    Frodo: It`s a riddle! Speak "Friend" and enter! What`s the Elvish word for friend?
    Gandalf: Mellon.
    Gimli: Soon, mister elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the dwarves! Roaring fires, malt beer, red meat off the bone! This is the home of my cousin Balin. And they call it a mine. A mine!
    Boromir: This is no mine, it`s a tomb.
    Gimli: No!
    Legolas: Goblins!
    Boromir: We make for the Gap of Rohan! We should never have come here! Get out! Get out!
    Sam: Strider!
    Gandalf: Into the mines!
    Gandalf: Now we 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. It is a four day journey to the other side. Let us hope our presence may go unnoticed.
    Merry: Pippin!

    Gandalf: I have no memory of this place.
    Pippin: Are we lost?
    Merry: No, we`re not lost.
    Pippin: I think we`re lost.
    Merry: Quiet, Gandalf`s thinking.
    Pippin: Merry? I`m hungry.
    Frodo: There`s something down there.
    Gandalf: It`s Gollum. He`s been following us for three days.
    Frodo: He escaped from the dungeons of Barad-dur!
    Gandalf: Escaped, or was set loose. Gollum hates and loves the ring, as he hates and loves himself. He will never be free of his need for it.
    Frodo: Pity Bilbo didn`t kill him when he had the chance.
    Gandalf: Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo`s hand. Many who live deserve death, and some who die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. Even the very wise cannot see all ends, but my heart tells me that Gollum still has a part to play, for good or ill. Before this is over, the pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many.
    Frodo: I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had ever happened.
    Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time we are given. There are other forces at work in the world than the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the ring, which means that you also were meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought. Ah! It`s this way.
    Merry: He`s remembered!
    Gandalf: No, but the air smells less foul down here. When in doubt, Meriadoc, always follow your nose.

    Gandalf: Let me risk a little more light.
     Behold! The great realm of the dwarven city of Dwarrowdelf.
    Sam: Well, that`s an eye-opener and no mistake!

    Gandalf: Gimli!
    Gandalf: Here lies Balin, son of Hrundin, Lord of Moria. He is dead then. It is as I feared.
    Legolas: We must move on. We cannot linger here.
    Gandalf: They have taken the bridge, and the second hall. The ground shakes. We have barred the gates, but cannot hold them for long. A shadow moves in the dark. Drums, drums in the deep. We cannot get out. We cannot get out. They are coming.

    Gandalf: Fool of a Took! Next time, throw yourself in, and rid us of your stupidity!
    Legolas: Orcs!
    Boromir: They have a cave troll.
    Aragorn: Stay back, close to Gandalf!
    Gimli: Let them come! There is one dwarf yet in Moria who still draws breath!

    Sam: I think I`m getting the hang of this!
    Frodo: Aragorn! Help!

    Aragorn: Oh, no.
    Sam: He`s alive!
    Frodo: I`m all right, I`m not hurt.
    Aragorn: You should be dead! That spear would have skewered a wild boar!
    Gandalf: I think there is more to this hobbit than meets the eye.
    Gimli: Mithril! You are full of surprises, Mr. Baggins!
    Gandalf: To the bridge of Khazad-Dum!

    Boromir: What is this new devilry?
    Gandalf: A balrog. A demon of the ancient world. This foe is beyond any of you. Run!

    Gandalf: Lead them on, Aragorn! The bridge is near. Do as I say! Swords are no more use here!
    Gimli: Nobody tosses a dwarf!
     Not the beard!
    Aragorn: Lean forward!

    Gandalf: You cannot pass.
    Frodo: Gandalf!
    Gandalf: I am a servant of the secret fire, wielder of the flame of Anor! Dark fire shall not avail you, flame of Udun!
    Gandalf: Go back to the shadow! You shall not pass!
    Gandalf: Fly, you fools!
    Frodo: No!
    Boromir: Aragorn!

    Aragorn: Legolas, get them up!
    Boromir: Give them a moment, for pity`s sake!
    Aragorn: By nightfall these hills will be crawling with orcs! We must reach the woods of Lothlorien. Gimli, Legolas, get them up! On your feet, Sam. Frodo?

    Gimli: Stay close, young hobbits. They say a great sorceress lives here, an elf-witch of terrible power. All those who look upon her fall under her spell, and are never seen again.
    Galadriel: Frodo. Your coming is as the footsteps of doom. You bring a great evil here, Ringbearer.
    Gimli: Well, this is one dwarf she won`t ensnare so easily! I have the eyes of a hawk, and the ears of a fox!
    Haldir: The dwarf breathes so loudly we could have shot him in the dark.
    Aragorn: Haldir of Lorien. We have come for help. We need your protection.
    Gimli: Aragorn, these woods are perilous! We should go back!
    Haldir: You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. You cannot go back. Come. She is waiting.

    Celeborn: Eight there are here, but nine there were set out from Rivendell. Where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him.
    Galadriel: He is fallen into shadow. The quest stands on the edge of a knife, stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains as long as the company is true. Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now, and rest, for you are weary with toil and much sorrow. Tonight you shall sleep in peace.
    Galadriel: Welcome, Frodo of the Shire, one who has seen the Eye.
    Legolas: A lament for Gandalf.
    Pippin: What do they say about him?
    Legolas: I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near.

    Aragorn: Take some rest, Boromir. These borders are well protected.
    Boromir: I shall find no rest here. I heard a voice inside my head. She spoke of my father and the fall of Gondor. She said to me, even now, there is hope left, but I cannot see it. It is long since we had any hope. My father is a noble man, but Izual is failing, and the people lose faith. My father looks to me to set it right, and I would do it, I would see the glory of Gondor restored. Have you 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 will take up the call, `the lords of Gondor have returned!`

    Galadriel: Will you look into the mirror?
    Frodo: What will I see?
    Galadriel: Not even the wisest can say, for the mirror shows many things. Things that are, things that were, and some things that have not yet come to pass.
    Galadriel: I know what it is you have seen, for it is also in my mind. It is what will come to pass if you should fail. The Fellowship is breaking. Already it has 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.
    Galadriel: Instead of a Dark Lord, you would have a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair!
    Galadriel: I passed the test. I will diminish, and go into the west, and remain Galadriel.
    Frodo: I cannot do this alone.
    Galadriel: You are a Ringbearer, Frodo. To bear a ring of power is to be alone. 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 am afraid to do it.
    Galadriel: Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.
    Saruman: Do you know how orcs first came into being? They were elves once, taken by the dark powers, tortured, mutilated. A ruined and terrible fall of life. And now perfected, my fighting Uruk- Hai. Whom do you serve?
    Lurtz: Saruman.
    Saruman: Hunt them down. Do not stop until you have found them. You do not know pain, you do not know fear, you will taste man-flesh! One of the halflings carries something of great value. Bring them to me alive, and unspoiled! Kill the others.

    Galadriel: Farewell, Frodo Baggins. I give you the light of Earendil, our most beloved star. Numarii. May it be a light for you in dark places, where all other lights go out.
    Aragorn: Frodo. The Argonath. Long have I desired to look upon the kings of old, my kin.

    Aragorn: We cross at nightfall, hide the boats and continue on foot. We approach Mordor from the north.
    Gimli: Oh? Just a simple matter of finding our way across Emyn Muil, an impassable labyrinth of razor-sharp rocks! And then it gets even better! Festering, stinking marshlands as far as the eye can see!
    Aragorn: That is our road, sir dwarf. Perhaps you should take some rest, and recover your strength.
    Gimli: Recover my...!
    Legolas: We should leave now.
    Aragorn: No. Orcs patrol the eastern shore. We must wait for the cover of darkness.
    Legolas: It is not the eastern shore that worries me. A shadow and a threat has been growing in my mind. Something draws near, I can feel it.
    Gimli: Recover my strength! Pay no heed to that, young hobbits.
    Merry: Where is Frodo?

    Boromir: None of us should wander alone, you least of all. So much depends on you. Frodo? I know why you seek solitude. You suffer, I see it day by day. Be sure you do not suffer needlessly. There are other ways, Frodo, other paths we might take.
    Frodo: I know what you would say, and it would sound like wisdom, but for the warning in my heart.
    Boromir: Warning? Against what? They are all afraid, but to let that fear drive us to destroy what hope we have... Don`t you see? It`s madness.
    Frodo: There is no other way.
    Boromir: Why do you recoil? I am no thief.
    Frodo: You are not yourself!
    Boromir: I ask only for the strength to defend my people! If you would but lend me the ring.
    Frodo: No!
    Boromir: What chance do you think you have? They will find you, they will take the ring, and you will beg for death before the end! It is not yours save by a happenstance. It could have been mine. It should have been mine! Give it to me!
    Frodo: No!
    Boromir: I see your mind! You would take the ring to Sauron! You will betray us! You go to your death, and the death of us all! Curse you! Curse all you halflings!
    Boromir: Frodo? Frodo? What have I done? Frodo, I`m sorry!

    Aragorn: Frodo?
    Frodo: It has taken Boromir.
    Aragorn: Where is the ring?
    Frodo: Stay away!
    Aragorn: Frodo? I swore to protect you.
    Frodo: Can you protect me from yourself? Would you destroy it?
    Aragorn: I would have gone with you to the end, into the very fires of Mordor.
    Frodo: I know. Take care of the others. Especially Sam, he will not understand.
    Aragorn: Go, Frodo!
    Aragorn: Run! Run!
    Lurtz: Find the Halflings! Find the Halflings!

    Pippin: Here, Frodo, hide here!
    Pippin: What`s he doing?
    Merry: He`s leaving.
    Pippin: No, Frodo!
    Merry: Run, Frodo. Go.
    Merry: Hey, you, over here, this way!
    Pippin: It`s working!
    Merry: I know it`s working, run!

    Boromir: They took the little ones.
    Aragorn: Stay still.
    Boromir: Frodo. Where is Frodo?
    Aragorn: I let Frodo go.
    Boromir: Then you did what I could not. I tried to take the ring from him.
    Aragorn: The ring is beyond our reach now.
    Boromir: Forgive me. I did not see it. I have failed you all.
    Aragorn: No, Boromir. You fought bravely. You have kept your honor.
    Boromir: Leave it. It`s over. The world of men will fail. All will fall into darkness, and my city to ruin.
    Aragorn: I know not what strength lies 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.
    Boromir: I would have followed you, my brother, my captain, my king.
    Aragorn: Be at peace, son of Gondor.

    Sam: Frodo! Mr. Frodo!
    Frodo: I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had ever happened.
    Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given you.
    Sam: Frodo! Mr. Frodo!
    Frodo: No, Sam.
    Frodo: Go back, Sam. I`m going to Mordor alone!
    Sam: Of course you are, and I`m coming with you!
    Frodo: You can`t swim! Sam!
    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.

    Legolas: Hurry! Frodo and Sam have reached the eastern shore!
    Legolas: You mean not to follow them.
    Aragorn: Frodo`s fate no longer rests in our hands.
    Gimli: Then it was all in vain. The Fellowship has failed.
    Aragorn: Not as long as we remain 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 us hunt some orcs.

    Frodo: Mordor. I hope the others find a safer road.
    Sam: Strider will take care of them.
    Frodo: I don`t suppose we`ll ever see them again.
    Sam: We may yet, Mr. Frodo. We may.
    Frodo: Sam, I`m glad you`re with me.

THE END