Oh, that was close.
I think I've broken something.
Trust a Brandybuck and a Took!
What? That was just a detour. A shortcut.
- Shortcut to what? - Mushrooms!
That's mine.
That's nice, Merry.
Here's a nice one, Sam.
I think we should get off the road.
Get off the road!
Quick!
Be quiet!
What was that?
Anything?
Nothing.
What is going on?
That Black Rider was looking for something. Or someone.
Get down!
I have to leave the Shire.
Sam and I must get to Bree.
Right.
Bucklebury Ferry. Follow me.
Run!
This way! Follow me!
Run!
Get the rope, Sam!
Frodo!
Run, Frodo!
Go! - Hurry!
Frodo, come on!
- Come on! Faster! - Jump!
- How far to the nearest crossing? - The Brandywine Bridge. 20 miles.
Come on.
- What do you want? - We're heading for the Prancing Pony.
Hobbits. Four Hobbits!
- What business brings you to Bree? - We wish to stay at the inn.
Our business is our own.
All right, young sir. I meant no offense.
It's my job to ask questions after nightfall.
There's talk of strange folk abroad.
Can't be too careful.
Out of the way! Watch where you're walking.
Excuse me.
Good evening, little masters.
If you're seeking accommodation, we got some cozy Hobbit-sized rooms available.
Mister?
Underhill. My name's Underhill.
- Underhill, yes. - We're friends of Gandalf the Grey.
- Can you tell him we've arrived? - Gandalf?
Gandalf.
Oh, yes...
...I remember. Elderly chap.
Big grey beard, pointy hat.
Not seen him for six months.
What do we do now?
Sam...
...he'll be here. He'll come.
Get out of my way!
What's that?
This, my friend, is a pint.
It comes in pints?
- I'm getting one. - You got a whole half already!
That fellow's done nothing but stare at you since we arrived.
Excuse me.
That Man in the corner. Who is he?
He's one of them Rangers. They're dangerous folk, wandering the Wilds.
What his right name is, I've never heard, but around here he's known as Strider.
Strider.
Baggins.
Baggins? Sure, I know a Baggins.
He's over there. Frodo Baggins.
He's my second cousin, once removed on his mother's side...
...and my third cousin, twice removed...
- Pippin! - Steady on, Frodo.
You cannot hide.
I see you.
There is no life...
...in the void.
Only...
...death.
You draw far too much attention to yourself, "Mr. Underhill."
What do you want?
A little more caution from you. That is no trinket you carry.
- I carry nothing. - Indeed.
I can avoid being seen if I wish...
...but to disappear entirely, that is a rare gift.
- Who are you? - Are you frightened?
Yes.
Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you.
Let him go! Or I'll have you, Longshanks.
You have a stout heart, little Hobbit. But that will not save you.
You can no longer wait for the wizard, Frodo.
They're coming.
What are they?
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 into darkness.
Now they are slaves to his will.
They are the Nazgūl.
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.
- Where are you taking us? - Into the Wild.
How do we know this Strider is a friend of Gandalf?
We have no choice but to trust him.
- But where is he leading us? - To Rivendell, Master Gamgee.
- To the house of Elrond. - Did you hear that? Rivendell.
We're going to see the Elves.
- Gentlemen, we do not stop till nightfall. - What about breakfast?
- You've already had it. - We've had one, yes.
What about second breakfast?
Don't think he knows about second breakfast, Pip.
What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper?
- He knows about them, doesn't he? - I wouldn't count on it.
Pippin!
The power of Isengard is at your command...
... Sauron, Lord of the Earth.
Build me an army worthy of Mordor.
What orders from Mordor, my lord? What does the Eye command?
We have work to do.
The trees are strong, my lord. Their roots go deep.
Rip them all down.
This was the great watchtower of Amon Sūl.
We shall rest here tonight.
These are for you. Keep them close.
I'm going to have a look around.
Stay here.
My tomato's burst.
Could I have some bacon?
Want a tomato, Sam?
- What are you doing?! - Tomatoes, sausages, nice crispy bacon.
- We saved some for you, Mr. Frodo. - Put it out, you fools!
- Put it out! - That's nice! Ash on my tomatoes!
Go!
Back, you devils!
Frodo!
Oh, Sam.
Strider!
- Help him, Strider. - He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade.
This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs Elvish medicine.
Hurry!
We're six days from Rivendell! He'll never make it!
Hold on, Frodo.
Gandalf!
Mr. Frodo? He's going cold.
Is he going to die?
He's passing into the Shadow World. He'll soon become a Wraith like them.
- They're close. - Sam, do you know the Athelas plant?
- Athelas? - Kingsfoil.
Kingsfoil, aye, it's a weed.
It may help to slow the poisoning. Hurry!
What's this? A Ranger caught off his guard?
Frodo.
I am Arwen - I've come to help you.
Hear my voice...
Come back to the light.
Who is she?
Frodo.
- She's an Elf. - He's fading.
He's not going to last.
We must get him to my father.
- I've been looking for you for two days. - Where are you taking him?
There are five Wraiths behind you. Where the other four are, I do not know.
Stay with the Hobbits - I'll send horses for you.
I'm the faster rider - I'll take him.
The Road is too dangerous.
What are they saying?
If I can get across the river...
...the power of my people will protect him.
I do not fear them.
Arwen...
...ride hard. Don't look back.
What are you doing?! Those Wraiths are still out there!
Give up the halfling, She-Elf.
If you want him, come and claim him.
No. No!
Frodo, no.
Frodo, don't give in.
Not now.
What grace is given me...
... let it pass to him.
Let him be spared.
Save him.
- Where am I? - You are in the house of Elrond.
And it is 10:00 in the morning on October 24th, if you want to know.
- 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, my dear Hobbit.
What happened, Gandalf?
- Why didn't you meet us? - I am sorry, Frodo.
I was delayed.
A friendship with Saruman is not lightly thrown aside.
One ill turn deserves another. It is over.
Embrace the power of the Ring...
...or embrace your own destruction!
There is only one Lord of the Ring.
Only one who can bend it to his will.
And he does not share power.
So you have chosen death.
Gandalf? What is it?
Nothing, Frodo.
Frodo!
- Sam. - Bless you, you're awake!
Sam has hardly left your side.
We were that worried about you. Weren't we, Mr. Gandalf?
By the skills of Lord Elrond, you're beginning to mend.
Welcome to Rivendell, Frodo Baggins.
- Bilbo! - Hello, Frodo, my lad.
Bilbo.
"There and Back Again:
A Hobbit's Tale, by Bilbo Baggins."
- This is wonderful. - I meant to go back...
...wonder at the powers of Mirkwood...
...visit Lake-town...
...see the Lonely Mountain again.
But age, it seems, has finally caught up with me.
I miss the Shire.
I spent all my childhood pretending I was off 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.
My dear boy.
- Now, what have I forgotten? - Packed already?
No harm in being prepared.
- I thought you wanted to see the Elves. - I do.
- More than anything. - I did.
It's just...
We did what Gandalf wanted, didn't we?
We got the Ring this far, to Rivendell. And I thought...
...seeing as how you're on the mend, we'd be off soon.
Off home.
You are right, Sam.
We did what we set out to do.
The Ring will be safe in Rivendell.
I am ready to go home.
His strength returns.
That wound will never fully heal. He will carry it the rest of his life.
And yet to have come so far still bearing the Ring...
...the Hobbit has shown extraordinary resilience to its evil.
It is a burden he should never have had to bear.
- We can ask no more of Frodo. - 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.
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 that can move in sunlight and cover great distance at speed.
Saruman is coming for the Ring.
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.
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 mountains seeking riches. They care not for the troubles of others.
It is in Men that we must place our hope.
Men?
Men are weak. The race of Men is failing.
The blood of Nśmenor is all but spent, its pride and dignity forgotten.
It is because of Men the Ring survives.
I was there, Gandalf.
I was there 3000 years ago...
... when Isildur took the Ring.
I was there the day the strength of Men failed.
Isildur, hurry! Follow me.
I led Isildur into the heart of Mount Doom...
... where the Ring was forged, the one place it could be destroyed.
Cast it into the fire!
- Destroy it! - No.
Isildur!
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. - There is one who could unite them.
One who could reclaim the throne of Gondor.
He turned from that path a long time ago.
He has chosen exile.
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.
Why do you fear the past?
You are Isildur's heir, not Isildur himself.
You are not bound to his fate.
The same blood flows in my veins.
The same weakness.
Your time will come.
You will face the same evil. And you will defeat it.
The Shadow does not hold sway yet.
Not over you... not over me.
Do you remember when we first met?
I thought I had strayed into a dream.
Long years have passed.
You did not have the cares you carry now.
Do you remember what I told you?
You said you'd bind yourself to me...
...forsaking the immortal life of your people.
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.
- You cannot give me this. - It is mine to give to whom I will...
...like my heart.
Strangers from distant lands, friends of old...
...you've been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor.
Middle-earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it.
You will unite, or you will fall.
Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom.
Bring forth the Ring, Frodo.
So it is true.
- The doom of Man. - 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.
You cannot wield it. None of us can.
The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master.
And what would a Ranger know of this matter?
This is no mere Ranger.
He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn.
You owe him your allegiance.
Aragorn.
This is Isildur's heir?
And heir to the throne of Gondor.
Sit down, Legolas.
Gondor has no king.
Gondor needs no king.
Aragorn is right. We cannot use it.
You have only one choice.
The Ring must be destroyed.
What are we waiting for?
The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Glóin...
...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.
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.
The Great Eye is ever-watchful.
It is a barren wasteland...
...riddled with fire, and ash and dust.
The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume.
Not with 10,000 men could you do this. It is folly.
Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed.
And I suppose you think you are the one to do it!
And 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!
Do you not understand? While you bicker amongst yourselves, Sauron's power grows!
None can escape it! You'll all be destroyed!
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...
...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 ax.
You carry the fates of us all, little one.
If this is indeed the will of the Council...
...then Gondor will see it done.
- Frodo's not going anywhere without me. - It is hardly possible to separate you...
...even when he is summoned to a secret Council and you are not.