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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.