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 'wilith. (I smell it in the air)
Much that once was is lost. For none now live who remember it.
~~~THE LORD OF THE RINGS~~~
Narrator: 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 Ring to rule them all."
One by one, the 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.
<Vast armies of Men, Elves and Orcs assemble on the battlefield.>
Elrond: Tangado haid! Hado i philinn! (Hold [your] positions! Fire the arrows!)
<The Elves raise their bows and releases arrows at the orcs, taking down the first line of orc defense.>
Victory was near. But the power of the Ring could not be undone.
<Sauron strides onto the battlefield. Elrond looks up in trepidation. The Dark Lord, towering over both elves and men, brandishes a mace and shows the Ring of Power glowing on his finger. Sauron wields his mace, hitting a group of warriors and sends them flying across the field. Sauron parries Elendil's blow and flings him against the rock, crushing him to death. Horrified, Isildur runs to his fallen father.>
It was in this moment when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the King, took up his father's sword.
<Isildur grasps the hilt of Narsil but Sauron quickly stomps it down, shattering the blade. With a last desperate attempt, Isildur strikes Sauron's hand with the shards of Narsil, slicing the finger that bears the One Ring. Sauron lets out a cry as the Ring is separated from him. He implodes, sending a shock wave throughout the battlefield, knocking the warring troops off their feet. His armor falls unto the ground, his body vaporized.>
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.
But the hearts of men are easily corrupted. And the Ring of Power has a will of its own.
<Isildur is attacked by orcs and is knocked from his horse. He stands, and pulls the ring from its chain around his neck. He puts the ring on and disappears. He reappears in the water, reaching for the Ring which falls out of reach.>
It betrayed Isildur to his death.
<Three orcs see him and shoot him in the back.>
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.
Gollum: My Precioussssss
Narrator: 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 own, my prrrrreciousssss! Gollum
Narrator: The Ring brought to 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 of 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?
Narrator: A Hobbit: Bilbo Baggins of the Shire.
Bilbo: A ring.
Gollum: (from afar) Losssst! My precious is lost!
Narrator: For the time will soon come when Hobbits will shape the fortunes of all.
Bilbo: Ahem. The 22nd day of September in the year 1400 (by Shire-reckoning) Bag End, Bagshot Row, Hobbiton, Westfarthing, the Shire, Middle-earth. The Third Age of this world.
~~~THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING~~~
Bilbo: (as he writes) There and back again: A Hobbit's Tale by Bilbo Baggins.
Now where to begin? Ah, yes.
Bilbo: (as he writes) Concerning hobbits.
<Scenes of Shire Hobbits.>
Bilbo v.o.: Hobbits have been living and farming in the four Farthings of the Shire for many hundreds of years, quite content to ignore and be ignored by the world of the Big Folk. Middle-earth being, after all, full of strange creatures beyond count, Hobbits must seem of little importance, being neither renowned as great warriors nor counted among the very wise.
<Sound of knocking on the door.>
Bilbo: Frodo! Someone at the door.
<More Shire Hobbits.>
Bilbo v.o.: In fact, it has been remarked by some that Hobbits' only real passion is for food. A rather unfair observation, as we have also developed a keen interest in the brewing of ales and the smoking of pipe-weed. But where our hearts truly lie is in peace and quiet and good, tilled earth. For all hobbits share a love for things that grow. And, yes, no doubt to others, our ways seem quaint. But today of all days, it is brought home to me: It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life.
<Back to Bag End. Sound of a knock at the door.>
Bilbo: Ahww... Frodo, the door!
<Knocking continues.>
Bilbo: Sticklebacks. Where is that boy?
<Frodo reading.>
Bilbo v.o.: Frodo!
<Frodo, reading beneath a tree, hears a male voice singing. He closes his book and stands, listening. He smiles then runs to the road. He finds an old man, wearing a gray cloak and a pointy hat, driving a horse-drawn cart filled with fireworks and such.>
Gandalf (singing): The road goes ever on and on down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the road has gone, and I must follow if I can...
Frodo: You're late!
<Gandalf does not look at the Hobbit at first, then turning slowly, with an emphatic expression on his face that begins to twitch.>
Gandalf: 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: <laughs>Ooh! You didn't think I'd miss your Uncle Bilbo's birthday?
Frodo: What news of the outside world? Tell me everything.
Gandalf: Everything? Far too eager and curious for a hobbit, most unnatural. Well what can I tell you? Life in the wide world goes on much as it has this past age, full of its own comings and goings. Scarcely aware of the existence of hobbits... which I am very thankful.
Hobbit folk: Look it's Gandalf! Its Gandalf!
<Gandalf grins and tips his hat slightly>
Gandalf: Ooh! The long expected party!
Gandalf: So how is the old rascal? I hear it's got to be a party of special magnificence.
Frodo: You know Bilbo, he's got the whole place in an uproar.
Gandalf: Hmm, well now that should please him, hmmm.
Frodo: Half the Shire's been invited. And the rest of them are turning up anyway.
<both laugh>
Bilbo v.o.: And so life in the Shire goes on very much as it has this past Age. Full of its own comings and goings, with change coming slowly. If it comes at all. For things are made to endure in the Shire, passing from one generation to the next. There's always been a Baggins living here under the Hill in Bag End. And there always will be.
Frodo: To tell you the truth, Bilbo's been a a bit odd lately. I mean, more than usual. He's taken to locking himself in his study. He spends hours and hours pouring over old maps when he thinks I'm not looking.
<Bag End.>
Bilbo: (folding map) Now!
<He begins searching his pockets. Grows upset.>
Bilbo: Where's it gone?
<Looks under chair cushion and under the chair. Then in his coat pocket in the hall. Then his backpack. Then, getting more upset, he searches a coat and throws it down. Pats his vest pockets. Sighs, takes ring out of his vest pocket. Holds it clutched in his hand to his mouth... looks relieved.>
<Scene cuts to the Cart.>
Frodo: He's up to something.
Gandalf: What?
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 the peace.
Gandalf: Oh really?
<cart drives past grumpy old hobbit (Mr. Proudfoot) with grim look>
Hobbit children: Gandalf! Gandalf! Fireworks? Gandalf?
<Gandalf pretends to ignore the children>
Hobbit children: <disappointed>Awwww.
<fireworks suddenly go off from the cart><hobbit children cheer><Gandalf laughs><grumpy old hobbit chuckles><grumpy old hobbitwife (Mrs. Proudfoot) comes out and gives a nagging look to grumpy old hobbit><grumpy old hobbit restores grumpy look>
Frodo: Gandalf, I'm glad you're back.
Gandalf: <as Frodo jumps off the cart> So am I, dear boy! So am I.
<Bag End. Gandalf arrives at Bilbo's house. He goes through a gate with a sign on it saying: "No admittance except on party business. He then knocks on the door with his staff>
<knock, knock, knock, knock>
Bilbo: <from within> No thank you! We don't want any more visitors, well-wishers or distant relations!
Gandalf: And what about very old friends?
<Bilbo opens the door>
Bilbo: Gandalf?
Gandalf: Bilbo Baggins!
Bilbo: My dear Gandalf! <gives Gandalf a hug>
Gandalf: Good to see you! One hundred and eleven years old --who would believe it? <looks at Bilbo in astonishment> You haven't aged a day.
<Bilbo and Gandalf laugh>
Bilbo: Come on, come in! Welcome, welcome! <closes door>Oh, here we are. 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?
Gandalf: Just tea, thank you.
<Gandalf backs into the chandelier. He steadies it but then bumps his head onto the beam. He enters Bilbo's study and sees the map of the Lonely Mountain mounted on a frame. He examines it. Meanwhile, 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 cold chicken and pickles... Here's some cheese here- oh no it won't do. Uhhh. We've got raspberry jam, an apple tart... Not much for afters - oh no! We're all right. I've just found some sponge cake. <enters the study> I can make you some eggs if you like-- oh. Gandalf?
Gandalf: Just tea, thank you.
Bilbo: Alright! <with mouthful of cake> You don't mind if I eat, do you?
Gandalf: Oh no, not at all.
<a sudden, incessant knock on the door>
Woman (shouting): Bilbo! Bilbo Baggins!
Bilbo (whispering): I'm not at home!
<pounding at door>
Bilbo: It's the Sackville-Bagginses.
Lobelia: (from outside) I know you're in there!
Bilbo: They're after the house. They've never forgiven me for living this long.
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...little 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!
<evening. Outside, Gandalf and Bilbo are sitting, smoking pipes>
Bilbo: Old Toby. The finest weed in the Southfarthing.
<Bilbo blows a ring of smoke and Gandalf blows a smoke ship that sails through it>
Bilbo: Gandalf, my old friend. This will be a night to remember!
<Bilbo's party. The fireworks are going off and festivities are well underway>
Bilbo (to guest): Hello, hello, Fatty Bolger, lovely to see you! Welcome, welcome!
<Frodo sees his friend Sam sitting alone, looking sidelong at hobbitlass Rosie Cotton dancing>
Frodo: <sits beside him> Go on Sam! Ask Rosie for a dance.
Sam (scowling): I think I'll just have another ale.
Frodo: Oh no you don't. Go on. <pushes Sam to the dance floor and into Rosie's arms. Frodo laughs aloud>
Gandalf: <setting off a firework> Whoa!
<fireworks explode over the party field>
<Bilbo speaks to the hobbit children gathered at his feet>
Bilbo: There I was, at the mercy of three monstrous trolls! And they were all arguing amongst themselves about how they were going to cook us, whether it be turned on a spit or whether they should sit on us one by one and squash us into jelly.
<Cute hobbit child gasps and shakes her head emphatically>
Bilbo: They spent so much time arguing the wither-tos and why-fors, that when the sun's first light cracked over the top of the trees and poof!
<Hobbit Children gasp>
Bilbo: It turned them all to stone!
<Gandalf, laughing, returns from his cart with more fireworks. Merry Brandybuck appears from behind, signaling Pippin Took to get onto Gandalf's cart>
Merry: Quickly!
<butterfly fireworks goes off. Hobbit children laugh and chase the butterflies>
Gandalf: Whoa! Off they go.
Merry: No, no the big one, big one.
<Scene cuts to Bilbo.>
Bilbo: Mrs. Bracegirdle, how nice to see you. Welcome, welcome. Are all these children yours?
Mrs. Bracegirdle: Hmm <she nods proudly>
Bilbo: Good gracious, you have been productive. Ahem!
Lobelia: Bilbo?
Frodo: Bilbo!
<Bilbo's ear wiggles.>
Bilbo: (to Frodo) S-s-s-sackville-Bagginses! Quickly, hide!
<They avoid the S-B's.>
Bilbo: Oh. Thank you, my boy.
<Frodo laughs.>
Bilbo: You're a good lad, Frodo. I'm very selfish, you know. Yes, I am! Very selfish. I don't know why I took you in after your mother and father died, but it wasn't out of charity. I think it was because, of all my numerous relations, you were the one Baggins that showed real spirit.
Frodo: Bilbo, have you been at the Gaffer's home brew?
Bilbo: No. Well, yes, but th-th-th-that's not the point. The point is, Frodo... you'll be all right.
<Merry and Pippin are inside the tent, lighting the Dragon firework.>
Pippin: Done.
Merry: You're supposed to stick it in the ground!
Pippin: It is in the ground.
Merry: Outside!
Pippin: It was your idea!
<the firework goes up, throwing Merry and Pippin onto the ground. The firework bursts into a shape of a dragon and turns towards the merrymakers. The hobbits see this and try to get out of the way>
Hobbit: Look at that!
Frodo: Bilbo? Bilbo, look out for the dragon!
Bilbo: Dragon? Nonsense! There hasn't been a dragon in these parts for a thousand years...
<Frodo pushes Bilbo to the ground. The dragon swoops low over the hobbits' heads, flies off and bursts into a beautiful finale over the lake. Hobbits clap in amusement>
<Merry and Pippin, stand proud with their accomplishment>
Merry: That was good!
Pippin: Let's get another one!
<Gandalf comes up behind them and grabs them each by their ear>
Merry and Pippin: Aah!
Gandalf: Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took. I might have known.
<As Merry and Pippin wash the plates, Hobbits are gathered near the party tree>
Hobbits: Speech, Bilbo! Speech!
Frodo: Speech!
Bilbo: My dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Grubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles, and Proudfoots.
Mr.Proudfoot: Proudfeet! <hobbits laugh. Bilbo waves dismissively>
Bilbo: Today is my 111th birthday!
Hobbits: Happy birthday!
Hobbit: Happy birthday!
Bilbo: Alas, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits. <Hobbits cheer>
Bilbo: I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.<dead silence from the crowd>
Bilbo: I, uh, I h-have things to do. <fidgets with the Ring behind his back.>
Bilbo (whispers to self): I've put this off for far too long.
Bilbo (to crowd): I regret to announce this is the end. I am going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell.
Bilbo (looks at Frodo and whispers): Goodbye. <Puts the Ring on and vanishes>
Hobbits (shocked): Ooh!
<Bilbo, invisible, leaves the party and returns to Bag End.>
Bilbo: Hahahahaha! <flips the ring, catches it and puts it in his pocket>
Gandalf: I suppose you think that was terribly clever.
Bilbo (startled): 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. <Gandalf turns to look>
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! <caresses Ring> It's 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 (grows taller): Bilbo Baggins! Do not take me for some conjurer of cheap tricks. I am not trying to rob you.
Gandalf (back to normal): I'm trying to help you.
<Bilbo strartled and scared, hugs Gandalf>
Gandalf: All your long years we've been friends. Trust me as you once did, hmm? Let it go.
Bilbo: <collects himself> 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.
Bilbo: Oh, yes...
<Bilbo pulls out the Ring from his pocket. He stares at it, then slowly and with great effort turns his hand, allowing it to slip off his palm. It lands on the floor with a heavy thud>
<Bilbo runs out the door, goes a few paces, then stops and lifts his head. He looks relieved>
Bilbo: I've thought of an ending for my book. "And he lived happily ever after...to the end of his days".
Gandalf: And I'm sure you will my dear friend.
Bilbo: Good bye, Gandalf.
Gandalf: Good bye, dear Bilbo.
<Bilbo goes out by the gate, and starts down the road.>
Bilbo (singing): The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began...
Gandalf: Until our next meeting.
<Gandalf re-enters Bag End. He stoops to pick up the ring but stops short when the Eye of Sauron flashes. He rises and proceeds to sit himself by the fireplace>
Voice over of Bilbo: Its mine, my own, my precious!
Gandalf (mumbling): Riddles in the Dark.
<Frodo enters Bag End>
Frodo: Bilbo! Bilbo! <He sees the Ring and stoops to pick it up>
Gandalf (mumbling): My precious.
<Frodo notices Gandalf smoking by the fireplace, approaches him>
Gandalf (mumbling): Precious...
Frodo: He's gone hasn't he? He talked for so long about leaving. I didn't think he'd really do it.
Frodo: Gandalf?
Gandalf: Hmm. Bilbo's Ring. He's gone to stay with the elves. He's left you Bag End...
<Gandalf holds an envelope open, Frodo drops in the Ring, Gandalf seals the envelope and gives it to Frodo.>
Gandalf: ...along with all his possessions. The Ring is yours now. Put it somewhere out of sight.
Frodo: Where are you going?
Gandalf: There are some things that I must see to.
Frodo: What things?
Gandalf: Questions. Questions that need answering!
Frodo: But you've only just arrived! I don't understand.
Gandalf: Neither do I. Keep it secret. Keep it safe.
<Gandalf leaves Bag End.>
<In the dungeons of Barad-Dur, Gollum's voice is heard as he is tortured>
Gollum: Shire!!! Baggins!!!
<Gates of Minas Morgul opens. The Ringwraiths ride out to find the Ring>
<Gandalf rides to Minas Tirith to study its ancient scrolls>
Voice Over of Gandalf: Year 3434 of the Second Age. Here follows the account of Isildur, High King of Gondor and the finding of the Ring of Power. It has come to me, the One Ring. It shall be an heirloom of my kingdom. All that should follow in my bloodline shall be bound to its fate for I will risk no hurt to the Ring. It is precious to me, though I buy it with a great pain. The markings upon the band begin to fade. The writing, which at first was as clear as red flame, has all but disappeared. A secret now that only fire can tell.
<The Shire>
<Hobbit in front of his home, his dog barking incessantly, then backs off, whimpering, as it retreats into the house>
Ringwraith: Shire. Baggins.
Hobbit: Baggins. There are no Baggins 'round here. They're up in Hobbiton, that way. <points>
<Ringwraith gallops off>
<Inside the Green Dragon, hobbits are singing. Merry and Pippin are standing on a table. Frodo is dancing around the table with three mugs>
Merry, Pippin, and everyone:
Hey Ho to the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe
Rain may fall and wind may blow
But there still be many miles to go
Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain
And the stream that falls from hill to plain
Better than rain or rippling brook
Pippin: (solo) Is a mug of beer inside this Took!
<Hobbits cheer.>
Sandyman: There's been some strange folk crossing the Shire. Dwarves and others of a less than savory nature.
Gaffer: War is brewing. The mountains are fair teeming with goblins.
Ted: Far-off tales and children's stories, that's all that is. You're beginning to sound like that old Bilbo Baggins. Cracked, he was.
Gaffer: Young Mr. Frodo here, he's cracking.
Frodo: (arriving with three mugs) And proud of it! <scoots ale mugs to the Gaffer and Sam> Cheers, Gaffer.
Gaffer: Aye, Cheers.
Ted: Well it's no concern of ours what goes on beyond our borders. Keep your nose out of trouble, and no trouble will come to you.
<Outside the Dragon>
Rosie: Good night lads.
Sam: Good night.
Ted: Good night, sweet maiden of the golden ale!
Sam: (muttering) Mind who you're sweet-talking.
Frodo: Don't worry, Sam. Rosie knows an idiot when she sees one.
Sam: (worried) Does she?
Frodo: Good night, Sam.
Sam: Good night, Mister Frodo.
<Frodo opens the door and notices that the house seems to have been broken into>
<Gandalf grabs his shoulder from behind >
Frodo (startled): Huh?!
Gandalf: Is it secret?! Is it safe?!
<Frodo opens a chest, searches through it and finds the envelope>
Frodo: Ah! <hands Gandalf the envelope>
<Gandalf throws the envelope to the fire>
Frodo (alarmed): What are you doing?
<Gandalf gets a pair of tongs and picks up the Ring>
Gandalf: Hold out your hand Frodo, it's quite cool. <drops the Ring on Frodo's hand> What can you see? Can you see anything?
Frodo: Nothing. There's nothing... wait. There are markings. It's some form of elvish. I can't read it.
Gandalf: There are few who can. The language is that of Mordor, which I will not utter here.
Frodo: Mordor?
Gandalf: In the common tongue it says, "One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them. One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them."
Gandalf: This is the One Ring. Forged by the Dark Lord Sauron in the fires of Mount Doom. Taken by Isildur from the hand of Sauron himself.
Frodo: Bilbo found it. In Gollum's cave.
Gandalf: Yes. For sixty years the Ring lay quiet in Bilbo's keeping, prolonging his life, delaying old age. But no longer Frodo. Evil is stirring in Mordor. The Ring has awoken. It's heard its master's call.
Frodo: But he was destroyed. Sauron was destroyed.
Ring (whispers): Isildur...
<alarmed, both Gandalf and Frodo look at the Ring>
Gandalf: No, Frodo. The spirit of Sauron endured. His life force is bound to the Ring and the Ring survived. Sauron has returned. His orcs have multiplied. His fortress of Barad-Dur is rebuilt in the land of Mordor. Sauron needs only this Ring to cover all the lands of a second darkness. He is seeking it. Seeking it, all his thought is bent on it. The Ring yearns above all else to return to the hand of its master. They are one, the Ring and the Dark Lord. Frodo, he must never find it.
Frodo: Alright, we put it away. We keep it hidden. We never speak of it again. No one knows it's here, do they? Do they Gandalf?
Gandalf: There is one other who knew that Bilbo had the Ring. I looked everywhere for the creature Gollum. But the enemy found him first. I don't know how long they tortured him. Amidst the endless screams and inane babble, they discerned two words:
<Scene flashes to Gollum's torture>
Gollum: Shire!!! Baggins!!!
Frodo: Shire. Baggins. But that would lead them here!
<Ringwraiths ride up to a Hobbit along the road>
Hobbit: Who goes there?
<Ringwraith chops off the hobbit's head>
<Back to Bag End>
Frodo: Take it Gandalf! Take it!
Gandalf: No Frodo no.
Frodo: You must take it!
Gandalf: You cannot offer me this Ring!
Frodo: I'm giving it to you!
Gandalf: Don't tempt me Frodo! I dare not take it. Not even to keep it safe. Understand Frodo, I would use this Ring from the desire to do good. But through me, it would wield a power to great and terrible to imagine.
Frodo: But it cannot stay in the Shire!
Gandalf: No! No it can't.
Frodo: <Closes hand on ring> What must I do?
<Frodo rushes about, hastily packing for his journey>
Gandalf: You must leave and leave quickly.
Frodo: Where? Where do I go?
Gandalf: Get out of the Shire. Make for the village Bree.
Frodo: Bree. What about you?
Gandalf: I'll be waiting for you, at the Inn of the Prancing Pony.
Frodo: And the Ring will be safe there?
Gandalf: I don't know Frodo. I don't have any answers. I must see the head of my order. He is both wise and powerful. Trust me Frodo, he'll know what to do. You'll have to leave the name of Baggins behind you, for that name is not safe outside the Shire. Travel only by day. And stay off the road.
Frodo: I can cut across country easily enough.
Gandalf: My dear Frodo. Hobbits really are amazing creatures! You can learn all that there is to know about their ways in a month, and yet after a hundred years, they can still surprise you. <hears rustling in the bushes> Get down!
<Frodo drops to the floor. Gandalf goes to the window, then gives the bushes a whack with his staff>
Sam: Oooff!!
<Gandalf drags Sam up by his hair and drops him onto the table>
Gandalf: Confound it all Samwise Gamgee! Have you been eavesdropping?!
Sam: I have been droppin' no eaves sir, honest. I was just cutting the grass under the window there, if you follow me.
Gandalf: A little late for trimming the verge don't you think?
Sam: I heard raised voices.
Gandalf: What did you hear?! Speak!!!!
Sam: N-n-n-nothing important. That is I heard a good deal about a Ring and a Dark Lord and something about the end of the world but... Please, Mister Gandalf sir, don't hurt me. Don't turn me into anythin'--unnatural.
Gandalf: No, perhaps not. I have thought of a better use for you...
<outside the following morning>
Gandalf: Come along Samwise, keep up! Be careful both of you. The enemy has many spies in his service: birds, beasts. <turns to Frodo> Is it safe? <Frodo pats his vest pocket> Never put it on, for the agents of the Dark Lord will be drawn to its power. Always remember, Frodo, the Ring is trying to get back to its master. It wants to be found.
<Gandalf rides off, leaving Frodo and Sam in the forest>
<Frodo and Sam hike along countryside and streams>
<Frodo walks into the cornfield. Sam following behind, suddenly stops>
Sam: This is it.
Frodo: <turns> This is what?
Sam: I take one more step, it'll be the farthest away from home I've ever been.
Frodo: <reassuringly> Come on Sam. Remember what Bilbo used to say: "It's a dangerous business...
Segue 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.
<Cut to Sam cooking. Frodo is sitting in a tree smoking.>
<Sound of Elves singing.>
Frodo: Sam. Wood elves.
<They run toward the singing, and hide behind a log.>
<The Elves pass through the woods, singing.>
Frodo: they're going to the harbor beyond the white towers. To the Grey Havens.
Sam: They're leaving Middle-earth.
Frodo: Never to return.
Sam: I don't know why. It makes me sad.
<Frodo and Sam lying by the campfire.>
Sam: Everywhere I lie there's a dirty great root sticking into my back.
Frodo: Just shut your eyes, and imagine you're back in your own bed, with a soft mattress and a lovely feather pillow.
Sam: It's not working, Mr. Frodo. I'm never going to be able to sleep out here.
Frodo: (smiling) Me neither, Sam.
<Black Rider moves into the foreground.>
<Gandalf rides swiftly into Isengard. Saruman descends 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: Saruman. <bows>
<Gandalf and Saruman are walking through the Gardens of Isengard>
Saruman: You are sure of this?
Gandalf: Beyond any doubt.
Saruman: The Ring of Power has been found.
Gandalf: All these long years it was in the Shire, under my very nose.
Saruman: Yet you did not have the wit to see it. Your love of the halfling's leaf has clearly slowed your mind.
Gandalf: But we still have time. Time enough to counter Sauron if we act quickly.
Saruman: Time?! What time do you think we have?
<Gandalf and Saruman are conferring in the chambers of Orthanc>
Saruman: Sauron has regained much of his former strength. He cannot yet take physical form, but his spirit has lost none of its potency. Concealed within his fortress, the Lord of Mordor sees all -- his gaze pierces cloud, shadow, earth and flesh. You know of what I speak, Gandalf -- a great Eye... lidless... wreathed in flame.
Gandalf: The Eye of Sauron.
Saruman: He is gathering all evil to him. Very soon he will summon an army great enough to launch an assault upon Middle Earth.
Gandalf: You know this? How?
Saruman: I have seen it.
Gandalf: A Palantir is a dangerous tool, Saruman.
Saruman: Why? Why should we fear to use it?
Gandalf: They are not all accounted for, the lost Seeing Stones. We do not know who else may be watching! <Covering the Palantir, the Eye of Sauron flashes briefly>
Saruman: The hour is later than you think. Sauron's forces are already moving. The Nine have left Minas Morgul.
Gandalf: <alarmed> The Nine!
Saruman: They crossed the River Isen on Midsummer's Eve, disguised as riders in black.
Gandalf: They've reached the Shire?!
Saruman: They will find the Ring... and kill the one who carries it.
Gandalf: Frodo! <Gandalf heads towards the door but Saruman closes it with his mind and the other doors in turn. Trapped, Gandalf looks at Saruman>
Saruman: You did not seriously think that a hobbit could contend with the will of Sauron? There are none who can. Against the power of Mordor there can be no victory. We must join with him, Gandalf. We must join with Sauron. It would be wise, my friend.
Gandalf: Tell me, "friend", when did Saruman the wise abandon reason for madness?!
<Saruman points his staff at Gandalf, throwing him up and pinning him against the far wall, then drops him heavily to the floor. Gandalf counters with his own staff, throwing Saruman onto his back. They battle back and forth. Finally, Saruman uses his power to yank Gandalf's staff from his hands, and he advances on Gandalf with both staffs. Gandalf spins helplessly just above the floor>
Saruman: I gave you the chance of aiding me willingly. But you...have elected...the way of pain! <Saruman sends Gandalf rising to the pinnacle of Orthanc>
<The Shire. Sam emerges from a field of corn, onto a small path. He looks back and forth, not seeing Frodo in either direction>
Sam (starting to panic): Mister Frodo? Frodo! Frodo!
<Frodo emerges from the bend in the path, looking puzzled>
Sam (sighs): I thought I'd lost you.
Frodo: What are you talking about?
Sam: It's just something Gandalf said.
Frodo: What did he say?
Sam: "Don't you lose him Samwise Gamgee!" And I don't mean to.
Frodo (amused): Sam, we're still in the Shire. What could possibly happen?
<Suddenly, Merry bursts from the cornfield and knocks over Sam. Pippin, close behind, barrels out, knocking over Frodo. Both have an armful of vegetables>
Pippin: Frodo? Merry! It's Frodo Baggins.
Merry: Hello Frodo!
Sam: Get off him! <hauls Pippin off Frodo> Frodo? Are you all right?
Pippin: What's the meaning of this?
Merry: Hold this. <hands vegetables to Sam>
Sam: You've been into Farmer Maggot's crop!
<They hear a dog barking.>
Voice of Farmer Maggot: Oy! You get back here! (indecipherable)
<Pippin grabs Frodo and runs, followed by Merry. Sam does a double take on the produce in his hands, drops them and runs after the others>
Farmer Maggot: <brandishing a scythe> Get out of my field. You'll know the devil if I catch up with you!
Merry: 'Dunno why he is so upset. It's only a couple of carrots!
Pippin: And some cabbages. And those few bags of potatoes that we lifted last week and, and the mushrooms the week before!
Merry: Yes Pippin! My point is, he is clearly overreactin'. Run!
<Pippin, Frodo and Merry stop 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!
Merry: Ow! I think I've broken something. <pulls out a broken carrot>
Sam: Trust a Brandybuck and a Took!
Merry: What?! That was just a detour, a shortcut.
Sam: A shortcut to what?
Pippin: Mushrooms!!!
<Sam and Merry rush towards the mushrooms, followed by Pippin. Frodo, standing, looks down the road>
Pippin: That's mine!
Hobbits: Mmm...
Merry: Here is a nice one Sam.
Frodo: I think we should get off the road.
<Sounds of the Nazgul can be heard, coming up the road>
Frodo: Get off the road! Quick!
<Hobbits grab their things and cross the road, hopping over and then crawling beneath a large overhanging tree root. Sound of hoof steps are heard>
Sam (to Merry and Pippin): Shhh! Stop it! Be quiet!
<Merry and Pippin stop. Frodo looks up through a small gap and sees a great black horse, and the Nazgul, clothed and hooded in black. The Nazgul leaps from his horse. He approaches the tree root and rests his armored hand on it, hissing and sniffing>
<Insects and earthworms start coming out of their holes. Frodo is tempted to wear the Ring as his finger strains towards it. Sam sees this and he reaches over and hits Frodo in the arm, startling him out of a trance. Frodo jerks the Ring away from his finger. Merry throws a bag full of mushrooms into the forest to distract the Nazgul, who whirls away and follows the sound. The hobbits make a break for it. They run a short distance and then stop, gasping>
Merry: What was that?
<Frodo stares at the Ring on his palm but says nothing>
<Nightfall. A Nazgul is patrolling the area. The hobbits hide behind the trees>
Pippin: Anything?
Frodo: Nothing.
Pippin: What is going on?
Merry: That Black Rider was looking for something... or someone. Frodo?
Sam: Get down!
<Nazgul feigns leaving the area>
Frodo: I have to leave the Shire. Sam and I must get to Bree.
Merry: Right. Buckleberry Ferry. Follow me.
<Hobbits make their way to Buckleberry ferry.>
Pippin: Run! This way, follow me! Run!
Merry: Get the rope Sam!
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 pouring rain>
Frodo: Come on.
Gatekeeper: What do you want?
Frodo: We're heading for the Prancing Pony.
Gatekeeper: Hobbits! Four hobbits! What business brings you to Bree?
Frodo: We wish to stay at the inn. Our business is our own.
Gatekeeper: Alright young sir, I meant no offence. Tis my job to ask question after nightfall. There's talk of strange folk abroad. Can't be too careful.
<Hobbits come up the cobble stone path.>
PJ the Bree Man: BURP!
Men of Bree: Move! Watch where you're going!
<Hobbits enter the Prancing Pony>
Frodo: Excuse me?
Butterbur: Good evening little masters! If you're looking for accomodation, we got some nice cozy hobbit-sized rooms available. Always proud to cater to the little Folk, Mister...?
Frodo: --Underhill, my name's Underhill.
Butterbur: Underhill. Hmm.
Frodo: We're friends of Gandalf the Grey. Can you tell him we've arrived?
Butterbur: Gandalf? Gandalf? Ohhh yes! I remember, elderly chap, big gray beard, pointy hat. Not seen him for 6 months.
<Worry crosses their faces. They huddle to confer.>
Sam: What do we do now?
<The hobbits are seated at a table in the Prancing Pony. Frodo looks worried about the men watching them, as does Sam.>
Frodo: Sam. He'll be here. He'll come.
Man: <to Merry coming from the bar> Get, get out of my way.
<Merry sits down at the table with a huge stein of beer, which he sets down reverently>
Pippin: What's that?
Merry: This my friend, is a pint.
Pippin: It comes in pints? I'm getting one. <rushes to the bar>
Sam: You had a whole half already! <Sam turns back to his mug. After a moment, he nudges Frodo>
Sam: That fellow's done nothin' but starin' at us since we arrived.
Frodo (to Barliman): Excuse me, that man in the corner, who is he?
Butterbur: He's one of them rangers. Dangerous folk they are-- all wandering the wilds. What his right name is I've never heard but around here, he's known as Strider.
Frodo: Strider...
<Frodo starts to play with the Ring. It starts to whisper, tempting him to use it>
Ring: Baggins. Baggins. Baggins. Baggins! Baggins!...
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 babbling further>
Frodo: Pippin! <grabs him>
Pippin: Steady on!
<Frodo slips on someone's boot and falls back, tossing the Ring into the air. As he reaches for it, the Ring slips onto Frodo's finger. He disappears. Bree folks gasp in surprise. The Nazgul are alerted and makes for Bree. Frodo, now in the Shadow World, looks around mystified. He then sees an immense singular orb, a lidless eye, wreathed in flame. The Eye of Sauron stares down at him>
Voice of Sauron: You cannot hide! I see you! There is no life in the void, only death!
<Frodo backs away, terrified. He gropes for the Ring, unable to tear his gaze from the hideous Eye. Finally he wrenches the Ring off, reappearing with a relieved sigh, 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. Strider flings open the door of his room, tosses Frodo in. Frodo stumbles, falls to his knees, and stands up quickly.>
Frodo: What do you want?
Strider: A little more caution from you. That is no trinket you carry.
Frodo: I carry nothing.
Strider: Indeed. <puts out the candles> I can avoid being seen if I wish. But to disappear entirely, that is a rare gift.
Frodo: Who are you?
Strider: Are you frightened?
Frodo: Yes.
Strider: Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you.
<Door bursts open. Strider draws his sword. Sam, Merry and Pippin rush in>
Sam: Let him go! Or I'll have you Longshanks!
Strider: 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.
<Later that night.>
<Nazgul crash through the gates of Bree. They make for the hobbits' room and start stabbing the beds. They scream. Strider watches from the window in his room. The sleeping hobbits, awakened, sit up against the headboard>
Frodo: What are they?
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.
<The following morning, Strider leads the four hobbits away from Bree>
Frodo: Where are you taking us?
Strider: Into the wild.
Merry (to Frodo): How do we know this Strider is a friend of Gandalf's?
Frodo: I think a servant of the enemy would look fairer and feel fouler.
Merry: He's foul enough.
Frodo: We have no choice but to trust him.
Sam: But where is he leading us?
Strider: To Rivendell Master Gamgee, The House of Elrond.
Sam: Did you hear that? Rivendell! We're going to see the elves!
<The Hobbits stop to pull cookware and food from their packs. Strider looks back at them>
Strider: Gentlemen, we do not stop till nightfall.
Pippin: What about breakfast?
Strider: We've already had it.
Pippin: We've had one yes. What about second breakfast?<Strider walks away>
Merry: Don't think he knows about second breakfast Pip.
Pippin (alarmed): What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them doesn't he?
Merry: I wouldn't count on it. <From over bush, Strider tosses an apple and Merry catches it, hands it to Pippin. Another apple flies through the air, hitting Pippin in the head. He looks up bewildered>
Merry: <impatiently> Pippin!
<Hobbits slog through the marsh.>
Merry: what do they eat when they can't get hobbit?
<Pippin falls in the mud.>
<Evening. Hobbits are around a fire. Strider arrives with a deer over his shoulder.>
<Hobbits are sleeping. Aragorn is on watch.>
Aragorn: (singing)
Tinuviel elvanui (Tinuviel the elven-fair)
Elleth alfirin ethelhael (Immortal maiden elven-wise)
O hon ring finnil fuinui (About him cast her night-dark hair)
A rene... (Like...)
Frodo: Who is she? This woman you sing of.
Aragorn: 'Tis the Lay of of Leithian, the Elf-maiden who gave her love to Beren, a mortal.
Frodo: What happened to her?
Aragorn: She died. Get some sleep Frodo.
<Isengard. Saruman is in the Chamber of the Palantir.>
Saruman: <telepathically> The power of Isengard is at your command, Sauron, Lord of the Earth.
Voice of Sauron: Build me an army worthy of Mordor!
Pink Eye (an orc): What orders from Mordor my Lord? What does the Eye command?
Saruman: We have work to do!
<The pinnacle of Orthanc. Gandalf wakes, slowly pushes himself up and moves to the edge to peer down at the activity>
Pink Eye: The trees are strong, my Lord. Their roots go deep.
Saruman: Rip them all down.
<Strider and the Hobbits. Strider stops and looks at the ruins atop a tall hill>
Strider: This was the great watchtower of Amon Sul. We shall rest here tonight.
<Hobbits, weary, fling off their packs and settle down. Strider opens a bundle, revealing 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>
Pippin: Can I have some meat?
Merry: Ok. Want some tomatoes Sam?
Merry: Great tomatoes
Frodo: What are you doing?!
Merry: Tomatoes, sausages, nice crispy bacon.
Sam: We saved some for you Mr. Frodo.
Frodo: Put it out you fools! Put it out!
Pippin: Oh that's nice! Ash on my tomatoes!
<Nazguls cry pierces the darkness.>
All: Uh?!
<Frodo motions the others to run up the steps, towards the ruins>
Frodo: Go!
<Nazgul surround them, pulling out their long swords. Sam, Merry and Pippin prepare to defend of Frodo>
Sam: <brandishing his sword> Back you devils!
<Sam clashes swords with the Nazgul, and thrown aside. Merry & Pippin too are cast aside. Frodo drops his sword, stumbles, falls, and crawls until he is backed against a fallen column. He brings out the Ring. The Witch King feels its presence and approaches Frodo. Desperately, he slips on the Ring>
<The Nazguls' true forms are revealed to him, shining like ghostly kings. The Witch King reaches out for the Ring. but looks suprised when Frodo takes it away, he stabs Frodo pinning him to the ground, then reaches again for the Ring. Frodo cries out in pain>
<Strider leaps over Frodo and attacks the Nazgul with both sword and flaming brand. The Witch King withdraws his dagger and drops it. Frodo summons the strength to pull the Ring from his finger. He reappears in the middle of an anguished scream>
Frodo: Aaaahhhh!
Sam: Frodo!
Frodo: Oh Sam!
<Strider continues to fight the Nazgul, and finally drives them away>
Sam: Strider! Help him Strider.
Strider: He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade. This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs elvish medicine.
<Strider carries Frodo over his shoulder>
Strider: Hurry!
Sam: We are six days from Rivendell. He'll never make it!
Frodo: <whispering> Gandalf...
Strider: Hold on Frodo.
Frodo: <cries out> ...Gandalf!!!!
<A moth flutters into view and is caught by Gandalf, who whispers to it>
Gandalf: Gwaihir. Go, Gwaihir. <Gandalf sends it away.>
<Caverns of Isengard>
<Back to Strider and the Hobbits at the Trollshaws.>
Sam: Look Frodo, Mr. Bilbo's trolls! 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. Nazgul's scream in distance.>
Merry: They're close.
Strider: Sam, do you know Athelas plant?
Sam: Athelas?
Strider: Kingsfoil.
Sam: Kingsfoil- aye, that's a weed.
Strider: It may help to slow the poison. Hurry!
<They search for the plant. Strider finds some and collects it. Suddenly a sword is at his throat>
Arwen: What's this? A ranger caught off his guard?
<Frodo, senses a white light nearing him. He turns towards it, and like a vision, sees Arwen approaching>
Arwen: Frodo.... Im Arwen. Telin le thaed (Frodo, I am Arwen. I come to help you.)
Arwen: Lasto beth nīn. Tolo dan na ngalad (Listen to my word. Come back to the light)
Merry: <in awe> Who is she?
Arwen: <kneels> Frodo!
Sam: She's an elf.
Arwen: He's fading!
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