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 1 0:00 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 Nûmenor 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.
You are no Elf.
Men of the South are welcome here.
-Who are you? -I am a friend to Gandalf the Grey.
Then we are here on common purpose...
...friend.
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.
In a dream...
...I saw the eastern sky grow dark...
...but in the West a pale light lingered.
A voice was crying:
''Your doom is near at hand.
Isildur's Bane is found.''
Isildur's Bane.
Boromir!
Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue here in Imladris.
I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond...
...for the Black Speech of Mordor...
...may yet be heard...
...in every corner of the West!
The Ring is altogether evil.
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 1 0,000 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.
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?
She wanted to protect her child...
she thought in Rivendell you would be safe.
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.
I do not want that power.
I have never wanted it.
You are the last of that bloodline. There is no other.
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.
The Ring-bearer is setting out on the Quest of Mount Doom.
On you who travel with him, no oath...
...nor bond is laid to go further than you will.
Farewell. Hold to your purpose.
May the blessings of Elves and Men...
...and all Free Folk go with you.
The Fellowship awaits the Ring-bearer.
Mordor, Gandalf, is it left or right?
Left.
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!
Gentlemen, that's enough.
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 try 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.
We cannot stay here!
This will be the death of the Hobbits.
Frodo?
We will go through the mines.
So be it.
Frodo, come and help an old man.
How is your shoulder?
-Better than it was. -And the Ring?
You feel its power growing, don't you?
I've felt it too. You must be careful now.
Evil will be drawn to you from outside the Fellowship.
And, I fear, from within.
-Who then do I trust? -You must trust yourself.
Trust your own strengths.
-What do you mean? -There are many powers in this world...
...for good or for evil.
Some are greater than I am.
And against some I have not yet been tested.
The walls...
...of Moria.
Dwarf doors are invisible when closed.
Yes, Gimli, their own masters cannot find them if their secrets are forgotten.
Why doesn't that surprise me?
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.
Nothing's happening.
I once knew every spell in all the tongues of Elves...
...Men and Orcs.
What are you going to do, then?
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.
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.
The wealth of Moria was not in gold...
...or jewels...
...but mithril.
Bilbo had a shirt of mithril rings that Thorin gave him.
-Oh, that was a kingly gift. -Yes.
I never told him...
...but its worth was greater than the value of the Shire.
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.
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.
Sméagol's life is a sad story.
Yes, Sméagol he was once called. Before the Ring found him.
Before it drove him mad.
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.
Welcome Legolas, son of Thranduil.
Our Fellowship stands in your debt.
Aragorn of the Dunedain...
you are known to us.
So much for the legendary courtesy of the Elves!
Speak words we can all understand!
We have not had dealings with the Dwarves since the Dark Days.
And you know what this Dwarf says to that?
That was not so courteous.
You bring great evil with you.
You can go no further.
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.
You will follow me.
Caras Galadhon.
The heart of Elvendom on earth.
Realm of the Lord Celeborn and of Galadriel, Lady of Light.
The enemy knows you have entered here.
What hope you had in secrecy is now gone.
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.
I can no longer see him from afar.
Gandalf the Grey did not pass the borders of this land.
He has fallen into Shadow.
He was taken by both Shadow and flame.
A Balrog of Morgoth.
For we went needlessly into the net of Moria.
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-dûm fill your heart...
...Gimli, son of Glóin.
For the world has grown full of peril...
...and in all lands...
...love is now mingled with grief.
What now becomes of this Fellowship?
Without Gandalf, hope is lost.
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.
I bet they don't mention his fireworks.
There should be a verse about them.
The finest rockets ever seen
They burst in stars of blue and green
Or after thunder, silver showers
Came falling like a rain of flowers
Oh, that doesn't do them justice by a long road.
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.''
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 is 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!
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. -I cannot do this alone.
You are a Ring-bearer, Frodo. To bear a Ring of Power...
...is to be alone.
This is Nenya, the Ring of Adamant.
And I am its keeper.
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'm 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 form 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.
Never before have we clad strangers in the garb of our own people.
May these cloaks help shield you from unfriendly eyes.
Lembas.
Elvish waybread.
One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man.
How many did you eat?
Four.
Every league you travel south, the danger will increase.
Mordor Orcs now hold the eastern shore of the Anduin.
Nor will you find safety on the western bank.
Strange creatures bearing the White Hand have been seen on our borders.
Seldom do Orcs journey in the open under the sun, yet these have done so.
You are being tracked.
By river you have the chance of outrunning the enemy to the Falls of Rauros.
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.
Thank you, my lady.
Have you run out of those nice, shiny daggers?
And what gift would a dwarf ask of the Elves?
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.
Actually....
There was one thing.
No, no, I couldn't. It's quite impossible.
Stupid to ask.
I have nothing greater to give...
...than the gift you already bear.
For her love,
I fear the grace of Arwen Evenstar will diminish.
I would have her leave these shores,
and be with her people.
I would have her take the ship to Valinor.
That choice is yet before her.
You have your own choice to make, Aragorn.
To rise above the height of all your fathers since the days of Elendil...
...or to fall into darkness with all that is left of your kin.
Farewell.
There is much you have yet to do.
We shall not meet again...
Elessar.
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.
I have taken my worst wound at this parting...
...having looked my last upon that which is fairest.
Henceforth I will call nothing fair unless it be her gift to me.
What was her gift?
I asked her for one hair from her golden head.
She gave me three.
Gollum. He has tracked us since Moria.
I had hoped we would lose him on the river.
But he's too clever a waterman.
And if he alerts the enemy to our whereabouts...
...it will make the crossing even more dangerous.
Have some food, Mr. Frodo.
-No, Sam. -You haven't eaten anything all day.
You're not sleeping, neither. Don't think I haven't noticed.