All language subtitles for Hobitit - 6 - Lorien

Part VI
Lorien

It was already winter,
when we set out,

...to fulfill the quest
Elrond had given us.

For weeks we travelled through Hollin,

...and escaped into
the Mines of Moria...

...where we were ambushed by orcs.

Frodo...!

Frodo!

Don't worry, I'm alright.

We thought that you were dead.

Not yet.

Mithril-shirt!

Bless you, Bilbo.

It warms my heart to see
you have such an armour.

Don't take it of,
even when you sleep.

There's no time to wonder.
Away with you!

Wait for me down below.

If I don't show up, keep going.

We cannot leave you alone!
- Do as I say!

Swords are of no use here.

Forward!

Flee!

When Aragorn finally
led us out of Moria...

...and we stood under a clear sky,

...feeling a chilly
wind on our faces...

...grief overtook us.

No...

We cannot linger here.

Goodbye, Gandalf!

Didn't I say that if you go through
the gates of Moria, beware?

To think my words were so true...

What hope do we
have without you?

Stop weeping!

Prepare yourselves.

To Lorien!

Hopefully the power of the elves will
protect us from the enemies behind.

What?!

Are we headed for Lorien?

Is there no other way?

And what would be that better
way you long for so much?

A clear path. Even if it took me
through a fence made of swords.

In Gondor we have heard
of this dangerous forest.

They say few dare enter it, and
even fewer get out unharmed.

Don't say "unharmed".

But if you say "unchanged",
you may speak the truth.

Lead us, then.
But peril lies here.

Stop!
- Stop...

Welcome Aragorn,
son of Arathorn.

Lady Galadriel...

Many years have passed,
since you walked this land.

Those years lie heavily upon you.

But tell me where is Gandalf the Grey?

For I much desire to speak with him.

O grief!

Gandalf the Grey fell into shadow.

He remained in Moria, and...

...could not escape.

This is bad news.

The worst to be heared
here in many long years.

Years full of sad deeds.

I was the one who first
called up the White Council.

And if my plans hadn't failed,

...Gandalf the Grey would've led it.

And then perhaps everything
would've gone differently.

But even now, there's hope left.

This...
...is the Mirror of Galadriel.

I've asked you here so
you may look into it...

...if you want to.

What shall we look for,
and what shall we see?

It shows things that are past...

...that may yet come to pass...

But even the wisest
cannot always tell...

...which it is, that he saw.

Would you like to have a look?

What about you?

Didn't you say you wanted
to see elven magic?

Y-yeah, maybe I
should take a look...

...I mean, if it's okay
with you, lady.

Rose?

Rose!

Don't be afraid!

Something bad is
happening in the Shire.

I can't stay here!

If what I saw was true,
someone's gonna pay.

I have to go home now.

You cannot go home alone.

Would you like to
look now, Frodo?

Do you advise me to do so?

I'm not an advisor.

But I feel that you have
enough wisdom and courage.

Don't be afraid.

I know what you saw.

But don't think that the land of
Lorien is protected and sustained...

...merely by singing.

You are wise...

...and fearless...

...and beautiful, lady Galadriel.

I'll give the Ring to you.

It's too big for me.

Your eyes grow sharp, Frodo.

I don't deny that my heart has
greatly desired to ask you,

...what you are now
offering to me.

For many long years,
I've thought what I'd do,

...if the One Ring
came into my reach.

And here you are.

You're offering it to me,
from your own free will.

In the place of a Dark Lord
you set a Dark Queen.

And I won't be dark,

...but beautiful and terrible,

...as the dawn and the night.

Beautiful as the sea and
snow of the mountains.

All shall love me and despair.

I passed the test.

I'll diminish and go to the West.

Now you must go.

I think he's right.

You should take the Ring.
You would put things in order.

I surely would.
But it wouldn't end there.

No. We'll speak of this no more.

This is the last thing I'll say:

Your quest rests upon
the edge of a knife.

Stray but a little, and it
will fail, to the ruin of all.

Yet hope remains,
while the company is true.

Why did I come on this quest?

Little did I know where
the chief peril lay!

Torment in the dark was the danger
I feared, and it did not hold me back.

But I would not have come had I
known the danger of light and joy.

Now I have taken my worst
wound in this parting...

...even if I were to go this
night straight to the Dark Lord.

Alas for Gimli, son of Gloin!

# O Lorien! The Winter comes

# The bare and leafless day

# The leaves are falling in the stream

# The river flows away

# O Lorien! Too long I have dwelt

# Upon this hither shore

# And in a fading crown have twined

# The golden elanor

# But if of ships I now should sing

# What ship would come for me

# What ship would bear me ever back

# Across so wide a sea?

Well then...

...the day has come.

The day of decision.

What will become of the Fellowship?

Shall we go West with Boromir
to fight for Gondor?

Or proceed East, to Mordor?

To shadow and fear...

Whatever we do, we must do it soon,

...because this place
is swarming with orcs.

Frodo...

...the decision lies
in your hands.

You're the Ringbearer
named by the council.

You must choose your path on your own.
I cannot help you there. It is your...

...destiny.

I know we're in a hurry.

But still I can't decide...

Please give me one more hour.

Very well.
Frodo, son of Drogo,

...you shall have one hour.

Are you sure you do
not suffer needlessly?

I want to help you.
Wouldn't you take my advice?

I think I already know what piece
of advice you're going to give.

And it would seem like wisdom,
but for the warning in my heart.

Warning against what?

To not to trust too much on
the power and sincerety of men.

And still that power has long
protected you in your little world,

...even though you
didn't know about it.

But there is no hope...as long...

...as the Ring exists.

That's what you keep saying.

Gandalf, Elrond, and everyone else
have taught you to think like that.

As for themselves, they may be right.

The wizards, elves,
and halfelves may fall,

...true-harted Men,
they will not be corrupted.

We do not desire the
power of wizard-lords,

...only the strength to defend
ourselves, strength in a just cause.

And behold! In our need chance
brings to light the Ring of Power.

It's mad not to use it, to use the
power of the enemy against him.

What could not a
warrior do in this hour?

How I would drive the hosts of Mordor,
and all men would flock to my banner!

And they tell you to throw it away!
I won't say "to waste"...

...because it might be true if there
would be any hope of its success,

...but there simply isn't.

The only plan we are offered,

...is that a Halfling walks
blindly into Mordor,

...and gives the enemy a perfect
opportunity to take the Ring back.

It is madness.

Wouldn't you at least
let me try my plan?

Lend me the Ring.

No.

The council appointed
me to carry it.

Fool.

Selfish fool.

If any mortals have the right to carry
the Ring, it is the Men of Gondor,

...not Halflings.

It's only yours due
to a hapless chance.

It could've been mine,
and it SHOULD be mine.

You can put the blame on me.

You can say I took it by force.

That I was too strong for you.

Because I am too strong for you.

Wretched phoney!

Just wait, until I get
my hands on you...

Now I see.

You will bring the Ring to
Sauron, and betray us all.

To death and darkness I curse
you and all the Halflings.

I'll do what I must.

I will go alone.

Where are you going, master?

To Mordor, Sam.

To Mordor.

Can I come with you?

Of all the confounded nuisances...

...you are the worst, Sam!

Thank you, master.

And so we set off together,

...to carry out the last
phase of the quest.

We took all the burdens
on our shoulders...

...and began searching for a path...

...that would take us across
the grey cliffs of Emyn Muil,

...down to the land of shadow.

Meanwhile, Boromir had returned,

...to tell the others of
Frodo's disappearance.

What have I said?

What have I done?

Madness took me,
but now it's gone.

Frodo, come back.

In the chaos that followed,

...Merry and Pippin were
taken hostage by the orcs.

And when Boromir ran to help them,

...he got in the middle
of a hail of arrows,

...and died horribly.

So goes Boromir,
heir of Denethor.

# O Boromir!

Go in peace.
(# The Tower of Guard)

(# Shall ever Northward gaze)

This is a miserable end...

The Fellowship is broken...
(# To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls)

I have failed.
(# Until the end of days)

Gandalf trusted me
all for nothing...

(# From the Gate of Kings)

Where do I go now?
(# The North Wind rides)

Where is the Ring and its bearer?
(# And past the roaring falls)

# And clear and cold
about the tower

# Its loud horn calls

# What news from the North,
o mighty wind,

# Do you bring to me today?

# What news of Boromir the Bold?

# For he is long away.