Arwen.
You are the heir of Elendil,
you have the strength of your forefathers
and...
you have my heart.
Come down Gollum!
It's coming,
it's here!
Come with me,
we have your creature.
Precious!
Shire! The Shire!
Baggins!
What did you learn, Gandalf?
The creature is...pitiful...wretched.
But I now know how the Ring came to him.
He possessed it long; many lives of his small kind.
There's no possible doubt.
He made his slow sneaking way, mile by mile, step by step, South
down at last to Mordor.
So the Shire is at the forefront of our enemy's thoughts.
We must protect it.
Gandalf, riders in black have crossed the river;
I fear the Nine have returned.
Then the Ring must leave the Shire.
I must go at once.
A shadow of the past once more returns,
nevertheless, by Gollum's capture, we know the enemy's next move.
Frodo must be protected at all costs.
Send the Hobbit to Bree;
I shall watch over the Ring until you return.
Very well.
And Gollum?
Gollum's wretchedness is beyond our help;
he will never be free.
What had it got in its pocketses?
It wouldn't say precious. Nooo...
No. Tricksy, it was.
Little cheat!
We should have squeeeezed it!
And we will precious...
We will.