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"THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING" TRANSCRIPT Compiled by the lovely people at Imladris Forums  Prologue: I amar prestar aen… The world is changed. han mathon ne nen… I feel it in the water. han mathon ne chae… I feel it in the Earth. a han noston ned gwilith. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost. For none now live who remember it. THE LORD OF THE RINGS It began with the forging of the great rings. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men who above all else, desire power. For within these rings, was bound the strength and will to govern each race. But they were all of them deceived, for another ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a master ring, to control all others. And into this ring, he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One by one, free lands in Middle-Earth fell to the power of the Ring. But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of Men and Elves marched against the armies of Mordor and on the slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth. Victory was near. But the power of the ring could not be undone. It was in this moment when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the King, took up his father's sword. Sauron, the enemy of the free-peoples of Middle-Earth was defeated. The Ring passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever. History became legend, legend became myth and for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge. Until when chance came, it ensnared a new bearer. The Ring came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains. And there, it consumed him. <<Gollum: It came to me, my own, my love, my prrrrreciousssss!>> The ring brought Gollum unnatural long life. For five hundred years, it poisoned his mind. And in the gloom of Gollum's cave, it waited. Darkness crept back into the forest of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the east, whispers a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived. Its time had now come. It abandoned Gollum. But something happened then the Ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable. <<Bilbo: What’s this?>> A Hobbit: Bilbo Baggins of the Shire. <<Bilbo: A ring.>> <<Gollum: (from afar) Losssst!…My precious is lost!>> For the time soon come when Hobbits will shape the fortunes of all. The Shire…60 years later <A hobbit, reading beneath a tree, hears a male voice singing. He runs to see who it is and finds an old man, wearing a gray cloak and a pointy hat, driving a cart filled with fireworks and suchlike> Old Man: <singing> The road goes ever on and on down from the door where it began.... Hobbit: You're late! <The old man does not look at the Hobbit at first, and then turns slowly, with an emphatic expression on his face that begins to twitch> Old Man: A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to. <Both he and Frodo slowly begin to grin and crack up into laughter> Frodo: <leaps onto cart and hugs the old man> Its wonderful to see you Gandalf! Gandalf: You didn’t think I’ll miss your Uncle Bilbo's birthday? Frodo: What news of the outside world? Tell me everything.
Hobbit folk: Look it's Gandalf! Its Gandalf! <Gandalf grins and tips his hat slightly> <Hobbits raise a banner by the Party Tree that reads "Happy Birthday Bilbo Baggins." A hobbitess clasps her hands with pleasure and anticipation, looking at the sign.] Gandalf: Ooh! The long expected party! So how is the old rascal? I hear there’s got to be a party of special magnificence. Frodo: You know Bilbo, he's got the whole place in an uproar Gandalf: Hmm, now well that should please him, hmmm. Frodo: Half the Shire's been invited. Gandalf: Good gracious me! Frodo: He is up to something. Gandalf: Ooh really… Frodo: All right then keep your secrets. <Gandalf laughs> Before you came along we Bagginses were very well thought of. Gandalf: Indeed? Frodo: Never had any adventures or did anything unexpected. Gandalf: If you’re referring to the incident with the dragon, I was barely involved. All I did was give your uncle a little nudge out of the door. Frodo: Whatever you did, you’ve been officially labeled a disturber of peace. Gandalf: Oh really?
<Gandalf goes through a gate with a sign on it saying: "No admittance except on party business. He then knocks on the door>
Gandalf: And what about very old friends? <Bilbo opens the door> Gandalf: Bilbo Baggins! Bilbo: My dear Gandalf! <gives Gandalf a hug> Gandalf: Good to see you! One hundred and eleven years old --who would believed it? <looks at Bilbo in astonishment> You haven't aged a day. <Bilbo and Gandalf laughs> Bilbo: Come on, come in! Welcome, welcome! *There we go/ *There we are/ *Well now. Tea? Or maybe something a little stronger? I've got a few bottles of the old Winyard left. 1296 --very good year. Almost as old as I am! Hahaha! It was laid down by my father. What say we open one, eh? [*note to reader: these lines are the different versions heard by audiences worldwide] Gandalf: Just tea, thank you. <Gandalf backs into the chandelier. He steadies it but then bumps his head onto the beam. Nursing the pain he enters Bilbo’s study and sees the map of the Lonely Mountain. Bilbo was puttering around in the kitchen> Bilbo: I was expecting you here last week! Not that it matters, you come and go as you please. Always have done and always will. You caught me a bit unprepared, I'm afraid. We have some old chicken and pickles... Here's some cheese - oh no it won't do. There we got brussels(?) and jam and... Not much for afterlunch - oh no! We're all right, I have some cake. I can make you some eggs if you like-- oh. Gandalf? Gandalf: Just tea, thank you. Bilbo: All right! You don't mind if I eat, do you? Gandalf: Oh no, not at all. <There's a knock on the door and a woman shouting: "Bilbo! Bilbo Baggins!> Bilbo: <whispers> I'm not at home! Bilbo: I've got to get away from these confounded relatives hanging on the bell--they never give me a moment's peace! I want to see mountains again, mountains Gandalf! And then find somewhere quiet where I can finish my book. Oh, tea! Gandalf: So, you mean to go through with your plan, then. Bilbo: Yes, yes. It's all in hand. All the arrangements are made. <starts to pour water into the tea pot, Gandalf opens the lid> Oh, thank you. Gandalf: Frodo suspects something. Bilbo: ‘Course he does. He's a Baggins. Not some block-headed Bracegirdle from Hardbottle. Gandalf: You will tell him, won't you? Bilbo: Yes, yes. Gandalf: He's very fond of you. Bilbo: I know. He'd probably come with me if I asked him <chuckles>. I think in his heart Frodo is still in love with the Shire: the woods, the fields, the two rivers. I'm old Gandalf. I know I don't look it but I'm beginning to feel it in my heart. I feel thin --sort of stretched like butter scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday, a very long holiday. And I don't expect I shall return. In fact, I mean not to. <Scene goes to Bilbo’s party and the fireworks are going off and festivities are well underway> <Frodo sees his friend Sam sitting alone, looking at hobbitlass Rosie Cotton dancing>
Frodo: <laughs> <Merry Brandybuck comes from behind, signaling Pippin Took to get onto Gandalf’s cart> <Inside the tent> <The firework goes up, throwing Merry and Pippin onto the ground. The firework turns into a shape of a dragon and turns towards the merrymakers. Hobbits see this and try to get out of the way> <Frodo pushes Bilbo to the ground. The dragon flies off and bursts into a beautiful firework. Hobbits clap in amusement> <Gandalf comes behind and grabs their ears>
<As Merry and Pippin wash the plates, the other Hobbits are gathered near the party tree>
Bilbo: I, uh, I h-have things to do. <whispers to himself> I’ve put this off for far too long. I regret to announce this is the end. I am going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell. <whispers>Goodbye. <Puts on the ring and vanishes> Bilbo: Hahahahaha! <flips the ring, catches it and puts it in his pocket> Gandalf: I suppose you think that was terribly clever. Bilbo: Come on Gandalf! Did you see their faces? Gandalf: There are many magic rings in this world Bilbo Baggins and none of them should be used lightly. Bilbo: It was just a bit of fun, oh you’re probably right as usual. You will keep an eye on Frodo, won’t you? Gandalf: Two eyes, as often as I can spare them. Bilbo: I’m leaving everything to him. Gandalf: What about this ring of yours, is that staying too? Bilbo: Yes yes. It’s in an envelope over there on the mantelpiece. Bilbo: No, wait, its --here in my pocket. Heh, Isn’t that, isn’t that odd though? Yet, after all why not? Why shouldn’t I keep it? Gandalf: I think you should leave the ring behind, Bilbo. Is that so hard? Bilbo: Well no… and yes! Now it comes to it, I don’t feel like parting with it, its mine, I found it, it came to me! Gandalf: There’s no need to get angry. Bilbo: What if I’m angry it’s your fault! Its mine, my own, my precious. Gandalf: Precious? Its been called that before, but not by you. Bilbo: Argh! What business is it of yours what I do with my own things! Gandalf: I think you’ve had that ring quite long enough. Bilbo: You want it for yourself! Gandalf: Bilbo Baggins! Do not take me for some conjurer of cheap tricks, I am not trying to rob you. I’m trying to help you. Bilbo: <starts crying> Gandalf: All your long years we’ve been friends. Trust me as you once did, hmm? Let it go. Bilbo: You’re right Gandalf, the ring must go to Frodo. It’s late, the road is long, Yes, it is time. <Bilbo opens the door> Gandalf: Bilbo… Bilbo: Hmm? Gandalf: …the ring is still in your pocket. <Gandalf re-enters Bag End. He stoops to pick up the ring but stops short when the Eye of Sauron flashes in his eyes> <Gandalf sits himself by the fireplace> <Voice over of Bilbo: Its mine, my own, my Precious!> <Frodo is heard entering Bag End> Frodo: Bilbo! Bilbo! Gandalf (mumbles): My precious. Gandalf (mumbles): Precious… <Gandalf gets up to leave>
<At the dungeons of Barad-Dur> <Gollum’s voice is heard as he is tortured> <Gandalf rode to the outskirts of Mount Doom to observe the activity that is going on and finally head of to Minas Tirith to study its ancient scrolls> <Back at the Shire> <Hobbit chopping wood. Dog barks incessantly, then backs off> Ringwraith: Shire. Baggins Hobbit: Baggins. There are no Baggins ‘round here. They’re up in Hobbiton, that way. <points> <Ringwraith rides off>
<At the Green Dragon Inn - Frodo and Sam are leaving> <Frodo opens a chest, searches through it and finds the envelope> <Gandalf gets a pair of tongs and picks up the ring>
Ring: <whispers> Isildur… <Both Gandalf and Frodo look at it> <Scene flashes to Gollum’s torture> <cuts to the Ringwraiths riding up to a Hobbit along the road> Hobbit: Who goes there? <the Ringwraith chops off the hobbit’s head> <cuts back to Bag End> <scene goes to Frodo rushing about trying to pack for his journey> Sam: Oooff!! <Gandalf drags Sam up by his hair and plops him down onto the table> Gandalf: Confound it all Samwise Gamgee! You’ve been evesdropping?! <Frodo and Sam treks along countryside and streams> <Frodo walking along the field, Sam slightly behind> Sam: This is it.
Sam: I take one more step, it would be the farthest away from home I’ve ever been. Frodo: Come on Sam. Remember what Bilbo used to say: "It's a dangerous business…<segues to Bilbo’s voice> …Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road and if you don’t keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."
<Gandalf rides swiftly into Isengard. Saruman descending down the steps of Orthanc to meet him> Saruman: Smoke rises from the mountain of Doom. The hour grows late and Gandalf the Grey rides to Isengard seeking my counsel. For that is why you have come, is it not...my old friend? Gandalf: The Eye of Sauron. <Unveils the Palantir> <Covers the Palantir, eye of Sauron flashes briefly>
<Back at the Shire. Sam emerges from a field of corn> <Frodo emerges from the bend> Sam: <sigh> I thought I’d lost you. <Pippin, Frodo and Merry stops just before the edge of the hill. Sam slams into them from behind and all four hobbits roll down the hill> Pippin: Ooh! That was close <Sam and Merry rush towards the mushrooms, followed by Pippin> <Frodo, standing, looks down the road> Hobbits: Mmm… Merry: Here is a nice one Sam. <Sounds of the Nazgul can be heard, coming up the road> Frodo: Get off the road! Quick!
<Frodo stares at the ring on his palm>
Pippin: What is going on? Merry: That Black Rider was looking for something… or someone. Frodo? Pippin: Get down! <Nazgul feigns leaving the area> Frodo: I have to leave the Shire. Sam and I have must get to Bree. Merry: Right. Buckleberry Ferry. Follow me. <Hobbits make their way to Buckleberry ferry. A second Nazgul suddenly appears along their path. Frodo is delayed as the others run on. Hobbits jump over the fence. Runs towards the river. The Nazgul follows the chase, hot on Frodo’s heels> Pippin: Run! This way, follow me! Run! Sam: Frodo! Hobbits: Run Frodo! Frodo: Go! Hobbits: Hurry! Sam: Frodo! Hobbits: Jump Frodo! Go on faster! Jump! <Frodo leaps onto the raft. The Nazgul stops short of the water> Frodo: How far to the nearest crossing?
Merry: Brandywine Bridge: Twenty miles.
<Hobbits arrive at the west gate of Bree, soaking wet due to the rain> Frodo: Come on. <Knocks on the gates> Gatekeeper: What do you want?
<Hobbits come up the cobble stone path, working their way through the crowd> Men of Bree: Move! Watch where you're going!
Butterbur: Good evening little masters! If you’re seeking accommodation then we got some nice cozy hobbit sized rooms available. Mr. uh--
Frodo: We’re friends of Gandalf the Grey. Can you tell him we’ve arrived?
<The hobbits were surprised. Worry crosses their faces> <Hobbits sitting at the table>
<Merry brings a mug filled with beer>
<Pippin rushes to the bar> Sam: That fellow’s done nothin but starin at us since we arrived. Frodo: <takes Barliman aside> Excuse me, that man in the corner, who is he?
<Frodo starts to play with the ring. It starts to whisper, tempting him to use it>
Pippin: Baggins! <Frodo snaps out of his reverie> Pippin: <at the bar> Sure I know a Baggins. He’s over there, Frodo Baggins. He's my second cousin once removed on his mother's side <listeners laugh, "It works for him!" yells one> and my third cousin twice removed on his father's side, if you follow me. <Frodo rushes towards the bar to stop Pippin from blabbing further> Frodo: Pippin! Pippin: Steady on!
Voice of Sauron: You cannot hide! I see you! <Frodo crawls away then takes the ring off his finger. He reappears, beside Strider’s table> Frodo: Ah! <Strider grabs him from behind> Strider: You draw far too much attention to yourself Mr. "Underhill"! <tosses him up the stairs> <Entering a room, Strider tosses him in>
Strider: Indeed. <Walks over to the window, puts out the candles> Strider: I can avoid being seen if I wish. But to disappear entirely, that is a rare gift.
<Door bursts open. Strider draws his sword. Sam, Merry and Pippin rushes in>
Strider: 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 Nazgul, 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. <Following day in the woods> Frodo: Where are you taking us?
<After a while the Hobbits pause. Strider looks back at them>
<Strider walks away> Merry: Don't think he knows about second breakfast Pip.
<From over bush, Strider tosses an apple and Merry catches it. He hands it to Pippin and pats him on the shoulder. Another apple flies through the air hitting Pippin in the head. He looks up bewildered> Merry: <impatiently> Pippin!
<Scene goes to Isengard. Saruman is in the Chamber of the Palantir communicating with Sauron> Saruman: The power of Isengard is at your command, Sauron, Lord of the Earth.
<Orcs file into the room>
Orcs: The trees are strong, my Lord. Their roots go deep.
<Scene goes to Strider and the Hobbits at Weathertop> Strider: This was the great watchtower of Amon Sul. We shall rest here tonight. <Hobbits, weary from the long travel, settle down. Strider shows four short swords. He hands them to the hobbits> Strider: These are for you. Keep them close. I’m going to have a look around. Stay here. <Frodo, asleep, wakes up with a start. Merry, Pippin and Sam gathered around a fire cooking>
Merry: Great tomatoes
Sam: We saved some for you Mr. Frodo.
<The hobbits are alerted, grabs the swords and sees the Nazgul closing in on Amon Sul> All: Uh?! <Frodo motions the others to go up>
Frodo: Aaaahhhh! Sam: Frodo! <rushes to his side>
<Strider continues to fight the Nazgul, torch in one hand, sword in another. He sets them afire and finally drives them away>
Strider: He’s been stabbed by a Morgul blade. <blade dissolves in the wind> This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs elvish medicine. <Strider carries Frodo over his shoulder. They begin to leave Weathertop. Nazgul cries are still heard in the area>
Frodo: <whispering> Gandalf… Strider: Hold on Frodo.
<Next scene swoops over the caverns of Isengard and up to the Pinnacle of Orthanc were Gandalf is held prisoner. A moth flies by and Gandalf, catches it and begins to whisper to it> Gandalf: <whispering> Gwaihir. Go, Gwaihir. <Moth flies away. Scene swoops down into the Caverns of Isengard and see the forging of weapons and armor. Saruman witnesses the birth of Lurtz and the Uruk Hai>
<scene goes back to Aragorn and the Hobbits at the Trollshaws. Frodo is delirious> Sam: Mr. Frodo? <to Strider> He’s going cold! Pippin: Is he going to die? Strider: He’s passing into the shadow world. He will soon become a wraith like them. <Frodo gasps> <The Nazgul cry is heard from a distance> Merry: They’re close. Strider: Sam, do you know Athelas plant? Sam: Athelas? Strider: Kingsfoil. Sam: Kingsfoil- uh, that's a weed. Strider: It may help to slow the poison. Hurry! <They search for the plant. Strider finds a small patch. Suddenly a sword is at his throat> Arwen: What’s this? A ranger caught off his guard? <Strider puts Frodo on the horse> <Arwen rides away with Frodo> <Arwen rides, The Nazgul gives chase> <Arwen draws her sword> <Arwen casts spells unto the river>
<Arwen cries, embraces Frodo> <Scene whites out, Elrond’s image appears> Elrond: Lasto beth nin. Tolo dan nan galad. (Hear my voice, come back to the light)
<Scene opens with Frodo on the bed in The House of Elrond, Rivendell> <Frodo wakes up>
Saruman: One ill turn deserves another. It is over! Embrace the power of the ring…or embrace your own destruction! <Gwaihir flies over the mountains, bearing Gandalf to safety> <End of Flashback. Scene returns to Rivendell> <Sam enters the room>
Frodo: Sam! Sam: Bless you, you're awake! <Frodo laughs> Bilbo: Oh! <Next scene, Frodo looks into Bilbo's book> <Frodo leafing through the book, stops to look at the map of the Shire> Frodo: I’m not like you Bilbo. <Scene goes to Sam packing his bag> Sam: <to himself> Now what have I forgotten? Frodo: I am ready to go home. <Gandalf and Elrond watches Frodo and Sam from the balcony in Elrond's study> <Gandalf moves away, deep in thought> Elrond: Gandalf, the ring cannot stay here. <Quick flashback to Isildur slicing the ring off Sauron’s hand> Elrond: Isildur took the ring. I was there the day the strength of men failed. Elrond: Isildur hurry. Follow me. <At Sammath Naur>
<Isildur walks away> Elrond: <voice over> It should’ve ended that day, but evil was allowed to endure. <Flashback ends. Scene returns to Rivendell> Elrond: Isildur kept the ring. The line of kings is broken. There is no strength left in the world of men. They’re scattered, divided, leaderless.
<Interior shot in Rivendell. Cut to Aragorn reading a book. Boromir enters. Boromir regards the painting of Isildur and Sauron. Then he turns to the shrine and sees the broken sword lying there. He picks up the haft and stares at the blade. <Turns to look at Aragorn who is watching him> Boromir: No more than a broken heirloom!
<The following morning, at the Council of Elrond> Elrond: Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have 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. <gestures to the column> Bring forth the ring, Frodo. <Frodo lays the ring on the column and returns to his seat> <People starts whispering> Boromir: So it is true... Someone whispers: The Doom of Men Boromir: 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-- all your lands kept safe! Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him! Aragorn: You cannot wield it! None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master. Boromir: And what would a ranger know of this matter? <Legolas stands suddenly> Legolas: This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance. Boromir: Aragorn? This... is Isildur's heir? Legolas: And heir to the throne of Gondor. Aragorn: Havo dad Legolas (Sit down Legolas) Boromir: Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king. <returns to his seat> Gandalf: Aragorn is right. We cannot use it. Elrond: You have only one choice. The ring must be destroyed. Gimli: What are we waiting for? <Gimli steps forward, grabbing an axe> Gimli: ARGH!!!! <Gimli strikes down at the ring with full force but is repelled back. Frodo sees the Eye and felt pain. The ring remained intact with the shards of the axe all around it> <Whispers were coming out of the ring> Elrond: 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 can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. <Ring whispers: Ash Nazg> Elrond: One of you must do this. <Dead silence from the council> Boromir: One does not simply walk to 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. It is a barren wasteland. Riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly! Legolas: Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The ring must be destroyed! Gimli: And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?! Boromir: And if we fail, what then?! What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?! Gimli: I will be dead before I see the ring in the hands of an elf! <Arguments start among them> Gimli: Never trust an elf! Gandalf: Do you not understand that while we bicker among ourselves, Sauron's power grows?! None can escape it! Ring: Ash Nazg Durbatuluk! Ash Nazg Gimbatul! Ash Nazg Gimbatul! Ash Nazg Gimbatul! <The ring flares up> <Frodo stands and approaches the arguing council, his voiced raised above the din> Frodo: I will take it! I will take it! <The argument dies down> <Gandalf closes is eyes when he hears Frodo’s statement> Frodo: I will take the ring to Mordor. Though-- I do not know the way. Gandalf: I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, so long as it is yours to bear. Aragorn: If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will. You have my sword. Legolas: And you have my bow. Gimli: And my axe! Boromir: You carry the fates of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done. Sam: Heh! Mr. Frodo is not goin’ anywhere without me! Elrond: No indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not. Pippin and Merry: Wait! We are coming too! Merry: You'd have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us! Pippin: Anyway you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission, quest... thing. Merry: Well that rules you out Pip. Elrond: Nine companions... So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring! Pippin: Great! Where are we going?
<Scene turns to Frodo’s room> Bilbo: My old sword, Sting! Here! Take it, take it! <Frodo unsheathes the sword and examines it>
<Bilbo brings out a mail shirt>
<Bilbo sees the ring hanging on a chain around Frodo’s neck> <Frodo begins to cover up the ring> <Frodo places a reassuring hand on Bilbo’s shoulder>
<The Fellowship departs from Rivendell> <Next scene shows The Nine Companions travelling together. They pause on a hill in the wild> Gandalf: <voice over> We must hold this course west from 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. <Legolas sees something from a distance> <Boromir goes down in mock battle and Boromir and Aragorn laugh>
Merry: He got my arm! He got my arm!
Gandalf: Spies of Saruman. The passage south is being watched. We must take the pass of Caradhras. <Frodo searches for the ring. Boromir, sees the ring on the snow and picks it up by its chain>
<Frodo grabs the ring from him. Boromir jokingly tousles Frodo’s hair then turns to resume climbing. Frodo looks on suspiciously. Aragorn releases his grip from his sword> <Scene goes to Crebain returning to Isengard- beneath Orthanc>
<Fellowship with the exception of Legolas plods through the snow> <Voice of Saruman is heard> Legolas: There is a fell voice on the air. <First avalanche falls. It misses the Fellowship by a hair> <Gandalf rises on the snow, chants out counter spell> Gandalf: Losto Caradhras, sedho, hodo, nuitho i 'ruith! (Sleep Caradhras, be still, lie still, hold your wrath!) <Saruman stands on the Pinnacle of Orthanc continues to cast spells on Caradhras> <lightning strikes the tip of Caradhras sending a second avalanche onto the Fellowship below. It buries them completely but soon they emerge from the snow> Boromir: We must get off the mountain! Make for the Gap of Rohan and take the west road to my city! <Scene flashes to Saruman in his chamber in Orthanc. Reads a page in the book of lore> Saruman: 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! <Scene returns to Caradhras> Gandalf: Let the ringbearer decide. Gandalf: Frodo?
<Fellowship walks by the side of the lake. Frodo’s foot slips into the water> Frodo: <gasp> <Gandalf makes out an outline of the doors>
<Moon appears. Doors illuminate> Gandalf: It reads "The doors of Durin - Lord of Moria. Speak friend and enter." Gandalf: Annon Edhellen edro hi ammen! (Gate of the Elves open now for me!) <Doors stay closed. Gandalf begins to push it with his staff> <After a while, the Fellowship lay seated around the doors or near the lake, still waiting for Gandalf to open it> Gandalf: Ando Eldarinwa a lasta quettanya, Fenda Casarinwa! (Gate of Elves listen to my word, Threshold of Dwarves!)
<Frodo stands and looks at the writings intently> <Dwarf corpses litter the floor>
<Legolas picks up an arrow>
<Legolas, Aragorn and Boromir draw out their swords> <Something stirs in the water behind the Hobbits> Boromir: Now get out, get out! <Fellowship fights against the Watcher> <Fellowship battle it out against the Watcher in the Water. It finally releases Frodo and the hobbit lands right onto Boromir’s arms>
Gandalf: 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. <The Fellowship is seen entering a great cavern with a serpentine walkway down through the middle. Cut to the Fellowship climbing up steep steps on the side of a cavern with its many buildings and stalagmites above them. Pippin looses his footing and slips onto Merry>
<On the fourth day of their journey, the Fellowship climbs another flight of stairs to a crossroads in the mine: three portals loom before them> Gandalf: I have no memory of this place <The Fellowship rests while Gandalf tries to decide their course> Pippin: Are we lost? <Frodo looks down into the cavern and sees a small figure leaping from stone to stone. Startled, he walks over to where Gandalf is sitting> Frodo: There’s something down there. <Frodo sits next to Gandalf> Frodo: I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.
<The Fellowship heads down the middle passage> <His brightened staff shows a grandiose hall of stone, lined with tall pillars and arched ceilings as far as the eye can see. Members of the Fellowship, including Gimli, react in awe>
<Fellowship walks forward through the hall. Gimli sees a ray of sunlight shining through the Chamber of Mazarbul. Corpses lay scattered about> Gimli: Haugh! <Gimli stops, kneels by a crypt> Legolas: <to Aragorn> We must move on, we cannot linger! Gandalf: <reading> "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. <turns the page> We cannot get out. A Shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out…They are coming."
<Boromir goes to the door to have a look. Arrows are shot and hits the door near his face>
<Aragorn, dropping his torch, runs to Boromir and closes the doors. A troll can be heard just outside> Boromir: They have a cave troll. <Legolas tosses weapons to Boromir and Aragorn to help blockade the door> <Fellowship draws out their weapons> <Gimli leaps atop Balin's tomb and brandishes his axe> Gimli: Aarrgghhh!!! Let them come! There is one dwarf yet in Moria that still draws breath! <Orcs begin breaking the door down. Legolas and Aragorn shoot at them through the holes in the door. The orcs break through and the battle begins. The Fellowship engages the orcs> <A cave troll smashes through the doorway. Legolas shoots him; he growls. Sam looks up, sees the troll swinging his mace down at him, and runs under the troll's legs. The troll swings twice at Gimli, but hits first the tomb, then an Orc instead. Fellowship continues to fight the Orcs> Sam: <hits orcs with skillet> I think I’m getting the hang of this. <Legolas kills orcs on a ledge on one wall. The troll swings his chain at Legolas, who avoids it until the troll wraps it around a pillar. Legolas stamps the chain tight and then runs along it onto the troll's head. He shoots the troll and then jumps off>
Frodo: Aragorn? Aragorn! <Frodo stabs the troll's hand with Sting. The troll drops Frodo> Aragorn: Frodo! Yaaahh! <Aragorn grabs a spear from the floor and stabs the troll with it. The troll, infuriated, punches Aragorn across the room. He collapses on the floor. Frodo races after him> Sam: Frodo? Frodo! <They leap onto the troll's head and start stabbing him. The troll flails at his head, finally grabbing Merry, swinging him around and throws him to the ground. The Fellowship redoubles its efforts against Orcs and troll. Gandalf and Gimli take turns stabbing at the troll and dodging out of range. Legolas takes aim. With Pippin stabbing the troll one more time on the head, the troll opens its mouth. Legolas delivers the deathblow>
<He turns Frodo over. Frodo groans> Frodo: I’m all right, I’m not hurt. <Frodo shows his Mithril shirt> <Orcs are once again heard down the hall> <The Fellowship runs out into Dwarrowdelf again pursued by an army of orcs. The orcs surround the Fellowship but are dismayed and flee. A burning red light appears in the distance>
<The Fellowship enters a passageway, then down a flight of steps. Parts of the steps break into a chasm and Boromir nearly falls into one. He was pulled back by Legolas. The Hobbits too stop short of falling in. They take another flight of stairs down. Aragorn and Gandalf bring up the rear> Aragorn: Gandalf.
<The Fellowship encounter a gap on the stairs. Legolas leaps forward and lands on the other side>
<Gandalf leaps after him> <Orcs begin shooting at the Fellowship. Legolas shoots back>
<He leaps forward but nearly falls back. Legolas grabs his beard> Gimli: Not the beard! <Some of the steps give way. Aragorn and Frodo struggle back. A huge rock falls from behind, cracking the foundation of the stairs Aragorn and Frodo are still on. The stairs start to wobble> Boromir: Come on! <They shifted their weight forward, forcing the stairs to lessen the gap between them and the rest of the Fellowship. They leap and cross to safety. They continue to run down the stairs>
<The Fellowship crosses the bridge. Gandalf turns to face the Balrog> Gandalf: You cannot pass! <A blazing light radiate from Gandalf’s staff, illuminating the entire bridge> Gandalf: I am the servant of the secret fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. The dark fire will not avail you! Flame of Udun! <The Balrog strikes down on Gandalf with its flaming sword. Gandalf parries the blow with Glamdring, destroying the Balrog’s sword> Gandalf: Go back to the shadow! Gandalf: YOU…SHALL NOT...PASS!!! <Boromir grabs hold of Frodo and starts to leave> <Aragorn looks at Gandalf’s demise in disbelief. He turns to follow the others just as several orc arrows miss him as he retreats> <The Fellowship exits Moria. Everyone is distraught> <Frodo weeping silently, turns towards Aragorn>
<Next scene- Fellowship enters the Woods of Lothlorien > Gimli: Stay close young hobbits! They say there’s a great sorceress lives in these woods. An elf-witch of terrible power. All who look upon her, fall under her spell... Galadriel’s Voice: <whispering echo> Frodo.... <Frodo startled, looks around> Gimli: ... and are never seen again. Galadriel’s Voice: You're coming to us… is as the footsteps of doom. You bring great evil here ringbearer! Sam : Mr. Frodo?Gimli: Well, here is one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox! <Arrows started pointing towards the each member of the Fellowship> Gimli: Oh... Haldir: The dwarf breaths so loud we could have shot him in the dark. Gimli: Grrr.... Aragorn: Haldir o Lórien. Henion aníron, boe ammen i dulu lîn. Boe ammen veriad lîn. (Haldir of Lorien, we come here for help. We need your protection.) Gimli: Aragorn, these woods are perilous! We should go back. Haldir: You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. You cannot go back. Come, she is waiting. <The Fellowship arrive at Caras Galadhon. They ascend the stairway to meet Galadriel and Celeborn. The Lord and Lady of Lothlorien descend to meet the Fellowship> Celeborn: Eight that are here yet nine there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me where is Gandalf? For I much desire to speak with him. <Galadriel looks at Aragorn, reading the answer in his eyes> Galadriel: He has fallen into shadow. Galadriel: The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail to the ruin of all. <Galadriel looks at Boromir who can't stand her gaze. He starts shaking and casts his eyes downwards> Galadriel: Yet hope remains while the company is true. <Galadriel looks at Sam and smiles> Galadriel: Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight you will sleep in peace. <whispers to Frodo in his mind> Welcome Frodo of the Shire. One who has seen the Eye! <Back at the bottom, a song is sung for Gandalf> A Olorin i yaresse ( Olorin, who once was...) Mentaner i Numeherui… (sent by the Lords of the West…) Legolas : A lament for Gandalf.Merry: What do they say about him? Legolas: I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near. Tirien i Romenori (to guard the lands of the East…) Mana elye etevanne…(what drove you to leave…) Norie i melanelye? (that which you loved?) Aragorn: Take some rest. These borders are well protected. Boromir: 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. Boromir: My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing. And now our…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. <sigh> Have you ever seen it Aragorn? White tower of Ecthelion, glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver. It's banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets? Aragorn: I have seen the White City. Long ago. Boromir: One day, our paths will lead us there. And the tower guards shall take up the call: The Lords of Gondor have returned!
<The Fellowship is asleep. Galadriel walks by. Frodo wakes up with a start and proceeds to follow her. Galadriel descends to her garden and fills the ewer with water>
Galadriel: Will you look into the mirror? Frodo: What will I see? Galadriel: Even the wisest cannot tell. For the mirror shows many things. <She begins to pour the water into the silver basin> Galadriel: Things that were, things that are and some things… <empties the ewer> that have not yet come to pass. <Frodo walks up to the mirror to take a look. Frodo sees Legolas, Merry and Pippin, then Sam. He sees Bag End, then the burning of Hobbiton, the enslavement of the Hobbits and the destruction of the Shire. After which he sees the Eye of Sauron. The ring hanging from his neck pulls him closer to the water. Terrified he grabs the ring and falls on his back> Galadriel: I know what it is you saw. For it is also in my mind. <speaks to Frodo telepathically> 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. Frodo: <telepathically> If you ask it of me, I will give you the One Ring. <Frodo offers the ring to her> Galadriel: You offer it to me freely. I do not deny that my heart has greatly desired this. <She approaches Frodo and places her hand over the ring. Her image begins to change> Galadriel: In place OF A DARK LORD, YOU WILL 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 DISPAIR! <Galadriel’s image returns to normal> Galadriel: I pass the test! I will diminish, and go into the West, and remain Galadriel. Frodo: I cannot do this alone. Galadriel: 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. Frodo: Then I know what I must do. It's just… I'm afraid to do it. Galadriel: Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.
<Scene goes to Orthanc in Isengard> Saruman: 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. Now...perfected: my fighting Uruk-Hai. Whom do you serve? Lurtz: Saruman! <The Uruk-Hai are given their gear and assembled to Saruman> Saruman: <to the troops> 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! Saruman: <to Lurtz> One of the halflings carries something of great value. Bring them to me alive and unspoiled. Kill the others! <Uruk-Hai troop leaves Isengard>
<Scene returns to Lothlorien> Galadriel: Farewell, Frodo Baggins. I give you the light of Earendil, our most beloved star. Galadriel: Namarie. Galadriel: May it be a light for you in dark places, when all other lights go out. <Galadriel bids goodbye as the Fellowship canoes down the river>
<Orcs march along the river> <The Fellowship’s boats pass through a canyon. Aragorn lifts his head, half-smiles and taps Frodo on the shoulder> <The Fellowship looks up in awe at the towering splendor of the Argonath. Two majestic statues, carved right out of the rock, proudly stand on each side of the Anduin. Their left arms are held aloft, their palms facing outwards in gesture of warning. Solemn and stern were their faces, the silent wardens of a long vanished kingdom> <The Fellowship reaches the foot of Amon Hen, the Hill of Sight. As they disembark on the gravel beach of Parth Galen, Boromir looks troubled and appears to be fighting a conflict within him> Aragorn: We cross the lake at nightfall. Hide the boats and continue on foot. We approach Mordor from the north. Gimli: Oh, yes?! It's just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil? An impossible labyrinth of razor sharp rocks! And after that, it gets even better! Festering, stinking marshlands far as the eye can see! Aragorn: That is our road. I suggest you take some rest and recover your strength master dwarf. Gimli: Recover my…?! Phrrrrr... Legolas: <quietly to Aragorn> We should leave now. Aragorn: No. Orcs patrol the eastern shore. We must wait for cover of darkness. Legolas: 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! Gimli: No dwarf need recover strength! <to Pippin> Pay no heed to that, young hobbit. Merry: Where's Frodo? <Sam rouses with a start. Boromir’s lone shield lies where he was> <Frodo wanders into the forest. He stands by an immense stone head, lying with its side on the ground. Boromir, gathering wood, sees Frodo and approaches him> Boromir: None of us should wander alone, you least of all. So much depends on you. Frodo? Boromir : I know why you seek solitude. You suffer; I see it day by day. You sure you do not suffer needlessly? There are other ways, Frodo. Other paths that we might take.Frodo: I know what you would say. And it would seem like wisdom but for the warning in my heart. Boromir: Warning? Against what? We're all afraid, Frodo. To let that fear drive us to destroy what hope we have. Don't you see that is madness? Frodo: There is no other way! Boromir: I ask only for the strength to defend my people! <throws the gathered wood to the ground> If you would but lend me the ring... Frodo: No. <steps back> Boromir: Why do you recoil? I am no thief. Frodo: You are not yourself. Boromir: 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! <Frodo begins to run from Boromir> Boromir: Fool! <Boromir gives chase> Boromir: It is not yours save by unhappy chance. It could have been mine! <tackles Frodo> It should be mine! Give it to me! <struggle ensues> Boromir: Give it to me! Frodo: No! Boromir: Give me… Give me the ring! Frodo: Nurgh…ugh! <Frodo slips the ring on and disappears. He kicks Boromir and runs away> Boromir: <looks around desperately> I see your mind. You will 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! <Boromir slips and falls to the ground. The madness of the ring leaves him and he comes to his senses> Boromir: Frodo?...Frodo?...what have I done?...please...Frodo! Boromir: <in the background> Frodo, I'm sorry! Oh no! <Frodo, in the "shadow world," climbs up onto the Seat of Seeing atop Amon Hen. He looks over the stone seat and sees the Dark Tower from afar. The image rushes towards him and his vision rise to its pinnacle—where the burning Eye of Sauron stares back menacingly. Frodo, rushing to remove the ring, falls off the Seat of Seeing and lands on his back. He sits up, trying to catch his breath> <Aragorn approaches> Aragorn: Frodo? Frodo: <startled> Huh?! It has taken Boromir. Aragorn: <intensely> Where is the ring? Frodo: Stay away! <Frodo runs from Aragorn> Aragorn: Frodo! <Frodo stops> Aragorn: I swore to protect you! Frodo: Can you protect me from yourself?! <Shows the ring on his palm> Frodo: Would you destroy it? <Aragorn, looking at the ring, slowly approaches Frodo. The ring begins to whisper> The Ring: Aragorn...Aragorn…Elessar... <He reaches out. With both hands, Aragorn closes Frodo’s hand over the ring and pushes it away> Aragorn: I would have gone with you to the end, into the very fires of Mordor. Frodo: I know. Look after the others, especially Sam. He will not understand. <Aragorn sees Sting’s blue glow. He stands suddenly> Aragorn: Go on Frodo. <draws out his sword> Run. Run! <Frodo leaves. Aragorn walks out from beneath the Seat of Seeing and finds a troop of Uruk-Hai advancing towards him. He gives a half-smile, and half-swaggers towards them, holding his sword up to his face as an acceptance to the challenge. They attack. He cuts several down, but they force him up the stairs of the Seat> <Sam searches frantically for Frodo in the woods> Sam: Mr.Frodo!!! <Legolas and Gimli run forward from behind the Seat. Legolas shoots three Uruk-hais with quick bow-work; Gimli lands an ax-blow> Legolas: Aragorn! Go! Merry: Frodo! <Frodo sees them and shakes his head> <Merry and Pippin are out in the open. Several Uruk-Hais were coming down the hill, towards their area>
<Merry calls out to the Uruk-Hais> Merry: <cups his hands> Hey! Hey you! Over here! Pippin: Hey! Merry: Over here! Pippin: <waving his arms> This way! <Both hobbits run away from Frodo. The Uruk-Hai troop follows them. Frodo makes a break for it, running in the opposite direction> <Merry and Pippin run across an old stone bridge. At its far end, they stop and see Uruk-hai running towards them. The Uruks are closing in, both in front and behind. An Uruk runs up to them, raising his battleaxe. But Boromir comes charging in, knocks the Uruk back, and kills him with his own axe. He throws a knife at another. More close in> <Back at the Seat of Seeing, Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli continue to fight the Uruk-Hai. In one smooth move, Legolas stabs one Uruk with an arrow then shoots it at another. Gimli wields his axe. Aragorn stabs one behind his back. Legolas shoots an Uruk who has closed in on Aragorn> <Three loud ox-horn blasts are heard> Legolas: The Horn of Gondor! Aragorn: Boromir! <They run down Amon Hen towards the sound, but Uruks are between them and Boromir. A visual sweep shows some running towards Boromir, down the stone steps; the others attack Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli as they struggle to follow>
<The Uruks attack Boromir. He kills two more. Lurtz walks into view, lifts his bow, aims a big black arrow, and shoots it into Boromir’s left shoulder. The hobbits look at him in shock. Boromir drops to his knees, begins to breathe hard, and looks at the hobbits. Uruks come closer, but he gives a battle cry, rises, and swings his sword at one, who falls. Lurtz growls, lifts his bow, and shoots again. A black arrow flies into Boromir’s stomach. He drops to his knees and starts to gasp. But he swings his sword at another Uruk and gets up. Lurtz shoots him one more time, in the chest. Boromir falls on his knees and stays there, swaying a little and blinking> Merry and Pippin: Shire!!!!! <They never had a chance to use them. The Uruk-hai lifted them up and carried them off. Merry and Pippin wave their arms frantically. The Uruk-hai troop walks away from Boromir. Boromir looks on in sorrow> <Aragorn pauses a moment, panting. He then races to Boromir. Boromir, pale and bloodied, is now lying on his back, his head close to a tree> Boromir: They took the little ones. Aragorn: Be still.
<He reaches for his sword. Aragorn gives it to him. Boromir clasps its hilt to his chest> Boromir: I would have followed you my brother, my captain, my king! <Boromir passes away> <Legolas and Gimli arrive at the scene. Legolas looks closely at Aragorn and Boromir. Gimli bows his head and turns away> <Scene shows Sam running through the woods> Sam: Frodo! <Frodo stands upon Parth Galen, staring into the distance, with the ring on his palm. Weeping silently, he recalls his conversation with Gandalf> <flashback> Frodo: I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened. <Sam emerges from the woods> Sam: Frodo no! Frodo! Mr. Frodo! <Sam runs into the river after Frodo> Frodo: <looks back> Go back Sam! I’m going to Mordor alone. <Sam struggles to swim then sinks into the water> Frodo: Sam!!! <Sam sinks deeper and deeper. He sees the sun shimmering up on the surface. His arm floats limply as he descends into the water. Suddenly Frodo’s hand reaches down and grabs Sam’s wrist. Frodo pulls him out of the water and up into the boat> Sam: <dripping wet> 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. <Frodo and Sam paddle towards the eastern shore>
<Boromir is laid to rest in one of the boats. He has his sword with him, his shield is above his head, and his horn at his side. The boat slips over the falls of Rauros and then drops into the mists below. Gimli watches the boat disappear. Aragorn wears Boromir’s vambraces in his honor. Legolas shoves the third boat into the water> Legolas: Hurry! Frodo and Sam have reached the eastern shore. <Aragorn continues to stand> Legolas: You mean not to follow them? <Legolas and Gimli look at each other> Gimli: Yes!!! Haha! <Aragorn runs into the woods, followed by Gimli and Legolas> <Frodo and Sam stand upon Emyn Muil, seeing the Dead Marshes and Mordor in the distance ahead> Sam: Strider will look after them. <<CREDITS>> Songs: Enya's "May It Be" May it be an evening star Shines down upon you
A Lament for Gandalf A Olorin i yaresse (Olorin, who once was...)
Transcribed from "The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring". Screenplay by Peter Jackson, Fran Walsh and Phillipa Boyens. Based on "The Lord of The Rings" trilogy by J.R.R Tolkien. Transcript Credits: Accela, Amarea, Angleet, Bebbie, Beren Erchamion, Boromir's Chick, Catz, Chrysalia, Collierette, Elven_chica, Finafyr, ForceFive, HobbitLass, Kalyx, LadyEowynKenobi, Lochrann, LoneWolf5050, Lorienelf, Loving Legolas, Maatkare, Mdjasrie, Merp, Radwind, Sun-kissed, Telchar, Teldor, The Red Avenger, Theodwyn, Zeke.
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