Hobitit (1993) s01e05 Episode Script

1 Part V Strider Jounin Ensio & Spiny Norman Strider! Look! Take cover! We'll camp here.
Shouldn't we be moving on, mr.
Strider? It's late and this place darkens one's mind.
This doesn't please me, either.
But I don't know any other place that we could reach before dark.
At least, we're out of sight.
I wonder if the Riders actually see In Bree, I felt that they were rather sniffing They don't sense the world of light in the same way as we do.
But our character throws a shadow into their consciousness which only the midday sunlight may fade.
But in the dark they can sense many signs and shapes that are hidden for us.
That's when they are to be feared the most.
There are other senses than smell and eyesight.
Besides, the Ring draws them to it.
So if I move I'll be seen.
But if I stay still I draw them to myself.
You're not alone, Frodo.
I wonder if these might be of any help.
This darkness is so heavy Way to go, mr.
Gamgee.
Might as well shout "welcome"! No, Sam is right.
The Riders detest fire, and are afraid of those who know how to use it.
Remember: Fire is our friend in the wilderness.
I sit beside the fire and think Of all that I have seen Of meadow-flowers and butterflies In summers that have been Of yellow leaves and gossamer In autumns that there were With morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair I sit beside the fire and think Of how the world will be When winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see Go back to the land of Mordor! You won't have the Ring! The Ring The Ring The Ring The Ring The RingThe Ring Frodooo! Where am I? In Rivendell, the house of Elrond.
Gandalf? Yes.
I am here.
And you're lucky to be here too considering all the idiocies you have done since you left the Shire.
Where are the others? Safe and sound, all of them.
What in the world happened Everything seems a little dark Exactly.
You started to grow dark.
Dear Hobbit, you've got guts! I had no idea what to do when you weren't there.
I was held prisoner.
It was nearly fatal for all of us.
You? Yes, me, Gandalf the Grey.
I'd still be there if a miracle in the form of the eagle Gwaihir hadn't rescued me, and brought me on the wind here, to Rivendell.
My time will come too Sauron and his nine Black Riders have begun to move.
They tried to take the Ring back and pierce your heart.
But Aragorn and the others saved you.
He drove the Riders into the river, and they were buried in the waves.
Was that the end of them? No.
Without their horses they are crippled, but the Riders themselves are not so easily defeated.
They'll be back.
What did they try to do to me? They tried to pierce your heart with a Morgul knife, the blade of which stays in the wound.
If they had succeeded, you would have become a shadow, working for Sauron.
Thank heavens I didn't understand the severity of the situation.
So Strider saved me? Yes.
There aren't many people like Aragorn in Middle-Earth anymore.
The royal family is vanishing You'll hear everything in due time.
There's much to hear, and to decide today.
Here, friends, is the hobbit.
Frodo, son of Drogo.
Hardly anyone has ever come here through as many dangers, or on as important quest.
You did well coming here.
Behold: Isildur's bane, the Ring.
What shall we do with it? That's a decision that we must make.
Honourable Elrond, let me first tell you about Gondor, because indeed from Gondor I have come.
It would be well for all to know that it's merely our courage which keeps the Eastern tribes and the forces of Mordor at bay.
But smoke is rising again from Mount Doom.
We're having hard times and the power of the Dark Lord is growing.
The enemy has a power unlike anything we've seen before.
It could be seen in the form of a Black Rider, a black shadow under the moon, where it came as fury took over our enemies, but even the bravest of us fled in terror.
In this dark hour I've come to Elrond, but not to seek allies for war since they say the power of Elrond doesn't lie in weapons, but in wisdom.
I've come seeking council about confusing words.
On the eve of Mordor's attack my brother saw a dream.
Later he repeatedly saw the same dream, and once I saw it myself.
In that dream I thought the Eastern sky grew dark and there was a growing thunder, but in the West a pale light lingered, and out of it I heard a voice, remote but clear, crying: Seek for the Sword that was broken In Imladris it dwells There shall be counsels taken Stronger than Morgul-spells There shall be shown a token That Doom is near at hand For Isildur's Bane shall waken And the Halfling forth shall stand.
We couldn't make much of these words, only this: Imladris is a name of a Northern valley, given by the elves and Elrond Halfelven, the greatest loremaster, lives there.
And here, in the house of honourable Elrond, you shall learn more.
This is the Sword that was Broken.
And who are you? What do you have to do with Gondor? He's Aragorn, son of Arathorn, who descends from Isildur, son of Elendil.
But then the Ring belongs to you and not to me at all A halfling.
Is Gondor's doom at hand, then? Boromir, this is the Sword that was Broken.
The same sword that snapped under Elendil during his fight with Sauron.
Formerly we believed that it will be reforged, when the Ring, Isildur's Bane, was found.
Here are we all.
And here is the Ring.
What shall we do with it? I think we have only two options.
Either to send it across the ocean, or to destroy it.
But it cannot be destroyed by any power that we here possess.
And those who live behind the ocean won't accept it.
No, the Ring belongs to Middle-Earth, in good or evil.
It's our duty to take care of it.
Then let us throw it into the sea! It's safe there.
Not forever.
Many creatures lurk in deep waters And seas and soils may change Returning to the sea would be dangerous.
My heart says that Sauron assumes us to go West when he hears about the Riders.
These Nine have been ripped off their horses, but it won't be long until they have new, faster ones.
So we're back at destroying the Ring! I don't understand this.
Why do you speak of hiding and destroying? Why should we not think that the Great Ring has come into our hands to serve us in the very hour of need? Wielding it the Free Lords of the Free may surely defeat the enemy.
Let the Ring be your weapon! Take it and go forth to victory! No.
Unfortunately we cannot use the Ring of Power.
It belongs to Sauron.
He forged it and it's utterly evil.
If one of the wise defeated the Dark Lord with his own weapon, he would place himself on Sauron's throne, and so there would be a new Dark Lord.
I'm afraid to take the Ring to hide it.
But I refuse to take it to use it.
As do I.
As do I.
As do I.
I think it's clear now, what path we should take.
The Western path looks like the easiest one.
That's why we must avoid it.
For the last time, we must choose the difficult path.
The unpredictable path.
That's our hope, if there is any.
Towards Mordor and destruction.
We must send the Ring to the fires of Mount Doom.
Good, good.
Honourable Elrond don't say anything, I understand.
Bilbo, that stupid Hobbit, has started this thing and Bilbo will also end it.
When shall I leave? Dear Bilbo, if you had actually started this thing, we could assume you to bring it to an end.
You can't have the Ring back, it's already been put forward and your part is now totally OVER! Except for writing it down.
Finish your book.
But leave the ending open.
I will take the Ring.
This is the hour of the Shire folk, when they arise from their quiet life, to shake the towers of the great.
But such often are the deeds, which turn the wheels of the world.
Small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.
Frodo, if you cannot find the way, no-one will.
Mister, you're not going to send him out there all alone, are you? Surely not.
You at least may go with him.
It's hardly possible to separate you from him, even when he has been summoned to a secret council, and you have not! A nice pickle we've landed ourselves in The time has come for the Ring to set out.
I cannot help you very much.
Not even with advice.
But I'll choose companions to walk alongside of you.
The number has to be small since our hopes are based on speed and hiding.
The Fellowship of the Ring shall consist of nine members.
And the Nine Travellers will be sent against the evil Nine Riders.
With you and your loyal servant shall go Gandalf.
Also Legolas for the elves, and Gimli, son of Gloin, for the dwarves.
From the men you shall have Aragorn, son of Arathorn, because the Ring concerns him deeply.
Strider? - That's right, Frodo.
And the Sword that was Broken shall be reforged before I go.
Boromir will also come, because he's a brave man.
Still two members short.
I'll send some from my own house.
But then we can't fit in! We don't want to be left behind! We want to go with Frodo! You don't have a clue of what is to come.
Neither does Frodo.
None of us really knows for sure.
I feel, honourable Elrond, that in this case, it's better to trust more in their friendship, rather than in their great wisdom.
Very well, then.
You may go.
Now we have all nine.
The Ringbearer shall proceed to carry out the quest for Mount Doom.
He mustn't throw the Ring away, or let anyone tamper with it, except for a member of the Fellowship, and even then only in the severest emergency.
The others will travel alongside him to help him in his journey.
Elendil! Go now, with courageous hearts! May the stars shine upon you.
Frodo This is Sting.
You may have it if you want.
I hardly need it anymore.
And then there's this dwarven armour.
It's made of mithril.
It's light as a feather You may keep it under your clothes.
I'd feel somewhat better, if I knew that you wore it.
Bilbo, I don't know how I could possibly thank you enough Don't you thank me! We hobbits must stick together.
Especially Bagginses.
Mister Go already! They're waiting for you! I sit beside the fire and think Of all that I have seen Of meadow-flowers and butterflies In summers that have been Of yellow leaves and gossamer In autumns that there were With morning must and silver sun and wind upon my hair # I sit beside the fire and think