What are we waiting for?
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 it can 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.
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.
T'is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire, ash and dust.
The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume.
Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly.
Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said?
The Ring must be destroyed!
I suppose you think you're the one to do it?
And what if we fail? What then?
What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?
I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an elf!
Never trust an elf!
I will take it.
I will take it!
I will take the Ring to Mordor.
Though... I do not know the way.
I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, for as long as it is yours to bear.
If by my life or death I can protect you, I will.
You have my sword.
And you have my bow.
And my axe.
You carry the fates of us all, little one.
If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done.
Here!
Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me.
Indeed, it is hardly possible to separate the two of you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not.
Hei! We're coming, too!
You'd have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us.
Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission.
Quest. Thing.
Well, that rules you out, Pip.
Nine companions.
So be it.
You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring.
Great. Where are we going?
My old sword, Sting. Here, take it, take it!
It's so light!
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 dragon scales.
Let me see you put it on.
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!
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 to Mordor.
Good, very good.
Move your feet!
If anyone were to ask my for opinion, which I note they have not,
I'd say we were taking the long way around!
Gandalf, we could pass through the Mines of Moria.
My cousin Balin would give us a royal welcome!
No, Gimli, I would not take the road through Moria unless I had no other choice.
- Sorry!
Whats is that?
It's nothing, just a wisp of cloud.
It's moving fast, against the wind.
- Crebain from Dunland! - Hide! Hurry!
Spies of Saruman.
The passage south is being watched.
We must take the pass of Caradhras.
Boromir.
It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing.
Such a little thing.
Boromir! Give the Ring to Frodo.
As you wish. I care not.
So, Gandalf. You tried to lead them over Caradhras.
And if that fails? Where then will you go?
If the mountain defeats you, will you risk a more dangerous road?
There is a fell voice on the air!
It's Saruman!
He's trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf! We must turn back!
No!
We must get off the mountain!
Make for the Gap of Rohan, or take the west road to my city!
Rohan takes us too close to Isengard!
If we cannot pass over the mountain, let us go under it!
Let us go through the mines of Moria.
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.
Let the Ringbearer decide!
Frodo.
We will go through the mines!
So be it.
The walls of Moria.
Ithildin.
It mirrors only starlight and moonlight.
It reads,
'The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak Friend and enter.'
What do you suppose that means?
Oh, it's quite simple.
If you are a friend, you speak the password, and the doors will open.
The mines are no place for a pony, even one so brave as Bill.
Bye bye, Bill.
Go on.
Don't worry, Sam, he knows the way home.
Do not disturb the water!
Oh, this is useless!
It's a riddle.
'Speak Friend and enter'.
What's the Elvish word for 'Friend'?
'Mellhonar'.
Soon, mister elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the dwarves!
Roaring fires, malt beer, red meat off the bone!
This, my friend, is the home of my cousin Balin...
And they call it a mine. A mine!
This is no mine, it's a tomb.
No!
Goblins!
We make for the Gap of Rohan!
We should never have come here!
Now get out! Get out!
- Frodo!
- Strider!
Into the mines!
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.
It's a four day journey to the other side.
Let us hope our presence may go unnoticed.
Pippin!
I have no memory of this place.
There's something down there.
It's Gollum.
He's been following us for three days.
He escaped the dungeons of Barad-dur!
Escaped, or was set loose.
He hates and loves the Ring, as he hates and loves himself. He will never be rid of his need for it.
Pity Bilbo didn't kill him when he had the chance.
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, Frodo?
Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment.
Even the very wise cannot see all ends.
My heart tells me that Gollum has some part to play, for good or ill.
Before this is over, the pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many.
I wish the Ring had never come to me.
I wish none of this had ever happened.
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 that is given to us.
There are other forces at work in this world besides the will of evil.
Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, in which case you also were meant to have it.
And that is an encouraging thought.
Ah! It's that way.
He's remembered!
No, but the air smells less foul down here.
If in doubt, Meriadoc, always follow your nose.
Let me risk a little more light.
Behold!
The great realm of the Dwarf city of Dwarrowdelf.
Well, there's an eye-opener and no mistake!
Gimli!
'Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria.'
He is dead then.
It's as I feared.
We must move on. We cannot linger.
'They have taken the bridge, and the second hall.
We have barred the gates, but cannot hold them for long.
The ground shakes.
Drums, drums in the deep.
We cannot get out.
A shadow moves in the dark.
We cannot get out.
They are coming.'
Fool of a Took!
Throw yourself in next time, and rid us of your stupidity!
Orcs!
Get back, stay close to Gandalf!
They have a cave troll.
Let them come!
There is one dwarf yet in Moria who still draws breath!
I think I'm getting the hang of this!
Aragorn! Help! Aragorn!
Frodo!
Oh, no.
He's alive!
I'm all right, I'm not hurt.
You should be dead!
That spear would have skewered a wild boar!
I think there is more to this hobbit than meets the eye.
Mithril!
You are full of surprises, Mr. Baggins!
To the bridge of Khazad-Dum!
What is this new devilry?
A Balrog. A demon of the ancient world.
This foe is beyond any of you. Run!
Lead them on, Aragorn! The bridge is near.
Do as I say! Swords are no more use here!
Gandalf!
Hurry! Pippin!
Sam!
Nobody tosses a dwarf!
Not the beard!
Lean forward!
Come on!
Hurry to the bridge!
You cannot pass.
Gandalf!
I am a servant of the Secret Fire, Wielder of the Flame of Arnor!
Dark fire shall not avail you, Flame of Udun!
Go back to the shadow!
You shall not pass!
Gandalf!
Fly, you fools!
Noooooo!
Legolas, get them up!
Give them a moment, for pity's sake!
By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs!
We must reach the woods of Lothlorien.
Boromir, Legolas, Gimli! Get them up!
On your feet, Sam.
Frodo?
Stay close, young hobbits.
They say a great sorceress lives in these woods, an elf-witch of terrible power.
All who look upon her fall under her spell,
Frodo!
and are never seen again.
Your coming is as the footsteps of doom. You bring great evil here, Ringbearer.
Frodo?
Well, here's one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily!
I have the eyes of a hawk, and the ears of a fox!
The dwarf breathes so loudly we could have shot him in the dark.
Aragorn! These woods are perilous! We should go back!
You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood.
You cannot go back.
Come. She is waiting.
Eight there are here, but nine there were set out from Rivendell.
Tell me where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him.
He is fallen into shadow.
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.
Do not let your hearts be troubled.
Go now, and rest, for you are weary with sorrow and much toil.
Tonight you shall sleep in peace.
Welcome, Frodo of the Shire, one who has seen the Eye.
A lament for Gandalf.
What do they say about him?
I have not the heart to tell you.
For me the grief is still too near.
Take some rest.
These borders are well protected.
I will 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 his rule is failing, and our people lose faith.
He looks to me to make things right, and 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?
I have seen the White City, long ago.
One day, our paths will lead us there,
and the tower guard shall take up the call,
'The lords of Gondor have returned!'
Will you look into the mirror?
What will I see?
Even the wisest cannot tell, for the mirror shows many things.
Things that were,
things that are,
and some things that have not yet come to pass.
I know what it is 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.
If you ask it of me, I will give you the One Ring.
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!
Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth!
All shall love me and despair!
I passed the test.
I will diminish, and go into the west, and remain Galadriel.
I cannot do this alone.
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.
Then, I know what I must do.
It's just...
I am afraid to do it.
Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.
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 fall of life.
And now perfected,
my fighting Uruk-Hai.
Whom do you serve?
Saruman.
Hunt them down.
Do not stop until they are found.
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.
Farewell, Frodo Baggins.
I give you the light of Eärendil,
our most beloved star.
May it be a light for you in dark places,
when all other lights go out.
Frodo.
The Aragornath.
Long have I desired to look upon the Kings of old, my kin.
We cross the lake at nightfall, hide the boats and continue on foot. We approach Mordor from the north.
Oh, yes?
Just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil,
an impassable labyrinth of razor-sharp rocks!
And after then it gets even better!
Festering, stinking marshlands as far as the eye can see!
That is our road.
I suggest you to take some rest, and recover your strength, Master Dwarf.
Recover my...!
We should leave now.
No.
Orcs patrol the eastern shore. We must wait for cover of darkness.
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.
Recover my strength!
Pay no heed to that, young hobbits.
Where's Frodo?
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 that we might take.
I know what you would say,
and it would seem like wisdom, but for the warning in my heart.
Warning?
Against what?
They are all afraid, Frodo.
But to let that fear drive us to destroy what hope we have...
Don't you see? It's madness.
There is no other way.
I ask only for the strength to defend my people!
- If you would but lend me the Ring. - No!
Why do you recoil? I am no thief.
You are not yourself!
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 be mine! Give it to me!
No!
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 you!
And all the halflings!
Frodo?
Frodo, I'm sorry.
Frodo?
It has taken Boromir.
Where is the Ring?
Stay away!
Frodo?
I swore to protect you.
Can you protect me from yourself?
Would you destroy it?
I would have gone with you to the end,
into the very fires of Mordor.
I know.
Look after the others.
Especially Sam, he will not understand.
Go, Frodo!
Run!
Mr. Frodo!
Find the Halflings!
Frodo!
Hide here, quick!
Come on.
What's he doing?
He's leaving.
No!
Run, Frodo. Go.
Hey! Hey you!
Over here! Hey! Over here! This way!
- It's working! - I know it's working, run!
The Horn of Gondor.
Boromir.
Run! Run!
- They took the little ones. - Be still.
Frodo. Where is Frodo?
I let Frodo go.
Then you did what I could not.
I tried to take the Ring from him.
The Ring is beyond our reach now.
Forgive me.
I did not see it.
I have failed you all.
No, Boromir.
You fought bravely.
You have kept your honor.
Leave it.
It is over.
The world of men will fall.
All will come to darkness, and my city to ruin.
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.
Our people.
I would have followed you, my brother,
my captain,
my King.
Be at peace, son of Gondor.
Frodo!
I wish the Ring had never come to me.
I wish none of this had happened.
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 to you.
Frodo! No!
Frodo!
No, Sam.
Go back, Sam.
I'm going to Mordor alone!
Of course you are,
and I'm coming with you!
You can't swim!
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.
Oh, Sam.
Come on.
Hurry! Frodo and Sam have reached the eastern shore!
You mean not to follow them.
Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands.
Then it has all been in vain. The Fellowship has failed.
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.
Mordor.
I hope the others find a safer road.
Strider will look after them.
I don't suppose we'll ever see them again.
We may yet, Mr. Frodo. We may.
Sam,
I'm glad you're with me.
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