We're coming too!
You'll 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. Come on.
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 that you must carry this burden.
I'm sorry for everything.
We must hold to this course, west of the Misty Mountains, for 40 days.
If our luck holds, the Gap of Rohan will still be open to us.
From there, our road turns east to Mordor.
Two, one, five. Good! Very good.
Move your feet.
- You look good, Pippin. - Thanks.
Faster!
If anyone was to ask for my opinion, which I note they're not...
...I'd say we were taking the long way 'round.
Gandalf, we could pass through the Mines of Moria.
My cousin Balin would give us a royal welcome.
No, I would not take the road through Moria unless I had no other choice.
Sorry!
Get him!
- For the Shire! - Hold him. Hold him down, Merry!
You've got my arm! You've got my arm!
- What is that? - Nothing. It's just a wisp of cloud.
It's moving fast.
Against the wind.
- Crebain from Dunland! - Hide!
- Hurry! - Take cover!
Spies of Saruman.
The passage south is being watched.
We must take the Pass of Caradhras.
Frodo!
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, and take the west road to my city!
The Gap of Rohan takes us too close to Isengard!
We cannot pass over a 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-dûm:
Shadow and flame.
Let the Ring-bearer decide.
Frodo?
We will go through the mines.
So be it.
The walls...
...of Moria.
Well, let's see.
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?
It's simple. If you are a friend, you speak the password and the doors will open.
Mines are no place for a pony.
- Even one so brave as Bill. - Bye-bye, Bill.
Go on, Bill. Go on.
Don't worry, Sam, he knows the way home.
Do not disturb the water.
Oh, it's useless.
It's a riddle.
"Speak 'friend' and enter."
What's the Elvish word for "friend"?
Mellon.
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!
This is no mine. It's a tomb.
No...
No!
Goblins.
We make for the Gap of Rohan. We should never have come here.
Now, get out of here. Get out!
- Frodo! - Help!
Strider!
- Help! - Get off him!
Aragorn!
Frodo!
Into the mines!
- Legolas! - Into the cave!
Run!
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.
Pippin.
I have no memory of this place.
- Are we lost? - No.
- I think we are. - Gandalf's thinking.
- Merry? - What?
I'm hungry.
- There's something down there. - It's Gollum.
- Gollum? - He's been following us for three days.
- He escaped the dungeons of Barad-dûr? - 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.
It's a pity Bilbo didn't kill him when he had the chance.
Pity?
It is 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 judgment.
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 many.
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 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 also were meant to have it.
And that is an encouraging thought.
It's that way.
- He's remembered. - No.
But the air doesn't smell so foul down here.
If in doubt, Meriadoc, always follow your nose.
Let me risk a little more light.
Behold...
...the great realm and Dwarf-city of Dwarrowdelf.
There's an eye opener, and no mistake.
Gimli!
No!
Oh, no.
No.
"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.
Frodo!
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.
Frodo!
Aragorn! 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's more to this Hobbit than meets the eye.
Mithril.
You are full of surprises, Master Baggins.
To the Bridge of Khazad-dûm!
This way!
What is this new devilry?
A Balrog.
A demon of the ancient world.
This foe is beyond any of you.
Run!
Quickly!
Gandalf.
Lead them on, Aragorn.
The bridge is near.
Do as I say! Swords are no more use here.
Gandalf!
Merry! Pippin!
Sam!
Nobody tosses a Dwarf.
Not the beard!
Steady.
Hold on!
Hang on!
Lean forward!
Steady.
Come on!
Now!
Over the bridge!
Fly!
You cannot pass!
Gandalf!
I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor.
The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn!
Go back to the Shadow.
You shall not pass!
- No! No! - Gandalf!
Fly, you fools!
No!
Aragorn!
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 Lothlórien.
Come, Boromir. Legolas. Gimli, get them up.
On your feet, Sam.
Frodo?
Frodo!
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.
Frodo!
And are never seen again.
Your coming to us is as the footsteps of doom.
You bring great evil here, Ring-bearer.
Mr. 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 loud, we could have shot him in the dark.
Haldir of Lorien.
We come here for help.
We need your protection.
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, yet nine there were set out from Rivendell.
Tell me, where is Gandalf?
For I much desire to speak with him.
He has 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 will sleep...
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 her 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."