All language subtitles for The.Rings.of.Power.S02E01

My brother
gave his life hunting Sauron.

His task is now mine.

This mark's very existence
proves Sauron escaped.

The question now is, where?

The evil is gone.

Then why is it not gone
from in here?

These heroes shall be
granted a passage across the sea

to the Undying Lands of Valinor.

You're a deserter, aren't you?

Duty demanded
I return to Middle-earth.

Was that the mark of your people's king?

My people have no king.

You are more than you claim.

Your people have no king, for you are him.

Come with me to Middle-earth.

And together we will redeem
both our bloodlines.

Be careful.
I am not the hero you seek.

You remember me?

No.

After Morgoth's defeat, I killed Sauron.

I do not believe you.

I feel like he's my responsibility.

- You feel like everyone is.
- No.

He could've landed anywhere,
and he landed here.

This stranger isn't a Man, or an Elf...

He's something else.

Á kuita!

Get back!

This is how we help him.

He wants us to help him find those stars.

- Where are you goin'?
- To help my friend.

You're my best friend
in this whole wide, wild world.

Do you remember
anything more yet?

More has come. But to discover the rest,
I know I must go to Rhûn.

Sounds a bit like an adventure.

The light
of the Eldar is fading.

Despite our every effort,
our decline has only quickened.

If the Elves abandon Middle-earth,
it will be the end,

not just of our people, but all peoples.

We are on the cusp
of crafting a new kind of power.

Not of the flesh, but over flesh.

All of a sudden,
the two of you seem quite familiar.

I'm just offering
whatever humble aid I can.

There is no King
of the Southlands.

The line was broken.

Tell me your name.

I have had many names.

Sauron lives because of you!

Galadriel, where is Halbrand?

He is gone. And I doubt he will return.

And should he ever,
none of us are to treat with him again.

What happened by that stream?

Always, after a defeat...

the shadow takes another shape
and grows again.

Morgoth is gone.

Leaving us alone and disgraced.

But today, a new age begins.

Under me.

Your new master.

Sauron.

And with a new age, I bring a new vision.

A path to unconditional conquest.

For I seek a new kind of power.

Not of the flesh, but over flesh.

A power of the unseen world.

One we shall use to enslave the peoples
of Middle-earth to our very will.

Many Orcs will die.

But out of the chaos,
we will forge a new and perfect order.

No longer will we be hunted
as the demons who broke Middle-earth,

but rather worshipped
as the saviors who finally healed it.

By bringing its peoples together,
to rule them all as one!

Sauron lies!

Doubt me at your peril.

You have nowhere else to turn.
The Valar will never forgive you.

Elves will never accept you.

Men...

Men will never look upon you
with anything but horror and disgust.

A corrupted and ignoble race,

worthy only to be hunted and slaughtered.

I am your only future,
and my path your only path!

Who among you dare say otherwise?

All Hail, Lord Sauron!

The New Dark Lord.

All hail!

Hail Adar!

Hail Adar!

My children... you are free.

Hail Adar! Hail Adar!

Hail Adar! Hail Adar! Hail Adar!

Hail Adar! Hail Adar! Hail Adar!

Hail Adar! Hail Adar! Hail Adar!

That way lies death, friend.

Then that is my path.

An army of Orcs moves against Men.

We were the fortunate ones.

Perhaps the fortunate ones
were the first to die.

I know you've suffered.

I can see it in your eyes.

There's another life waiting for you.

You just have to turn toward it.

That heraldry.

What is it?

A symbol of kings, long-dead.

- Your family?
- No.

My family served them.

Then why wear it?

As a reminder that our fates
are never certain,

that fortunes can turn,
for even the most powerful.

A grim reminder.

Or a hopeful one.

A sure path may crumble,

but there's always another.

Often, it can lead us someplace better.

Someplace good.

They say there's places across the sea,
a man can escape himself.

Find another path.

Perhaps another life.

Come with us, if you like.

Or, walk on.

And keep chasing death.

Choice is yours, friend.

- Are you all right?
- No.

Nightmares again?

What haunts you so?

I've done evil.

All of us have done things
that we care not to admit.

Not like I have.

Find forgiveness.

You are alive
because you have chosen good.

But what of tomorrow?

You have to choose it again.

And the next day. And the next.

Until it becomes a part of your nature.

- Grab hold of something.
- Ah!

Help! Help me!

Help me!

Over here!

The tides of fate are flowing.

Yours may be heading in, or out.

Elrond, stop, give them to me!

We intend no insult,
Commander Galadriel,

but by order of Herald Elrond,
you are to come with us.

Is it true?

High King.

Herald Elrond carries three Rings.

A means of halting the fading
and saving our people.

We will discuss the Rings
once you have answered the question.

Elrond just informed me your companion,
this Halbrand,

was not who he claimed.

Yet you chose to withhold this
from him and Celebrimbor.

Is it true?

Yes.

Who is he?

He is not what I thought.

Which is the reason I did what I did.

Why do you dance so
to avoid revealing the truth?

High King

You must believe I would never
knowingly endanger our kind.

I will believe you

when I no longer see the lie
behind your eyes.

Now, who is this Man?

He is no Man.

He has been... masquerading as one.

Appearing in fair form,
to hide his true self.

He is Sauron.

How could you?

Of all our kind.

He deceived me. I was deceived!

No, Galadriel, you were blind.
Blinded by your own pride.

And what frailty blinded you, Elrond?

Silence!

What other path did your failure

in Khazad-dûm leave us with?

You were my friend.

Silence!

The Rings. Show them to me.

Dare not, High King.
He's no doubt corrupted...

He never touched them, High King.

He worked with Celebrimbor for weeks.
We know not the depth of his influence.

Soon, the last Gold-leaf will fall,

and it will be my task to inform
all Lindon our time here is ended,

and the Elves
must abandon these shores forever.

Now, you inform me
our most cunning enemy is rising again.

If we leave now,
the peoples of Middle-earth

will be left to suffer
under the tyranny of a new Dark Lord.

Those Rings are more than our last hope,

they may be the last hope
for all Middle-earth.

It is a risk we must chance to take.

Give them to me.

High King...

Sauron has not yet amassed
that degree of power.

These Rings may be how he attains it.

They must be destroyed.

That decision is far above your privilege,

one you endanger
with each moment you refuse to obey.

The Rings, Elrond.

It is a command from your King.

I will not utter it again.

Obey him.

You would say that to me?

It is the only way. Obey him!

I cannot.

You know I cannot.

Seize him!

Elrond, no!

Find him. Find the rings.

Go!

Keep up! Move!

Move those legs, king.

Well, take that.

Welcome to Mordor.

Work its land well,
and you'll be fed well.

Work it badly, and you'll feed the soil.

You, lad, do you swear allegiance to Adar,
Lord-father of the Uruks?

It is the Southlands no more!

In Mordor, ya bow or ya bleed.

Right, you there.
Do you swear allegiance to Adar?

I'll take this one!

The King of the Southlands
turned himself in, Lord-father.

Says he wants to negotiate.

Let my people go.

Or yours will die.

My people defeated the Men of these lands.

We defeated the Elves
who came to their aid.

We even defeated their allies,
the Men from beyond the sea.

There is no one left for us to fear.

There is one.

Since Galadriel's defeat,
she sought out a new ally.

An ancient sorcerer, to instruct the Elves
in forging a new weapon.

One you first told her about.

A power over flesh.

Do you remember those words?

A power that will allow him
to use your children

as slaves in his army once more.

Set my people free, and I will tell you
where he can be found.

So you can destroy him,
and rid us both of his evil.

No, Your Majesty.

You will tell me everything
you think you know of this sorcerer now.

Or I will spill the words
from your throat.

If I die, all that I know dies with me.

You can't kill me.

In time, you will beg me to.

Ah!

Your Majesty.

Ha!

What he said, Lord-father...

Sauron... could never return, could he?

No.

Sauron is dead.

On your knees, you maggots!

You got that look in your eye.

You had that dream again last night,
didn't you?

If you tell me what it is you keep seein',
maybe I could...

help you puzzle it out.

Maybe it's a clue
to what we're going to find...

when we reach those stars.

It's the heat. That's all.

No. It can't be.

Stone trees.

We're goin' in circles.

There must be some evil upon this land,
confusing our path.

Just admit it. We're lost.

Panic is the fool's meal, Nori.

We would be wiser to sup on patience.

We haven't supped on anything
since we ran out of snails.

There's nothin' to eat out here.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Oh, come on.

It might bear some fruit.
Least you could do is try.

Have you forgotten what happened
when last I tried such a thing?

Further.

Further, Nori.

All right?

Ah!

You did it. We'll eat for days.

Don't be so glum.

I asked you to conjure us up some food,
and you did.

Nobody got hurt.

I lost control.

So you need to learn
how not to lose control.

In the dream, there's a kind of... branch.

Under the stars.

When I reach out to grasp it...

What is it? What happens next?

Some things are best not shared aloud.

Except, well, you did sort of
share it aloud.

So it's not rightly fair
to be all cryptic about it now, is it?

But perhaps, wizards are not always fair.

Hmm.

Mmm.

- I can feel the legs in the throat.
- That's the best part.

They're dancin'.

Poppy and I,
we used sing little buggy songs

so they'd have music
to dance to when they...

Well.

It is quite all right
for a Harfoot to miss home.

I knew it'd be hard. It's just, um...

Well.

This hard's different.

Strange how that which is left behind
can be the heaviest burden to carry.

I miss my home, as well.

You don't even remember yours.

No.

Sometimes,
I perceive a glimmer of it nonetheless.

A longing for a feeling
I can't remember or even name.

But I know it's real.

Just beyond the sunset.

It appears we're being followed.

Come on, Your Majesty.

Not even kings can go without food.

Why don't you open up?

You tell old Waldreg
everything you know about Sauron.

Pain must be something you enjoy.

After Lord-father releases me,
I'm going to kill you.

Adar doesn't even remember you're here.

Perfection.

Perfection exists only in Valinor.

Thank you, Master Círdan.

You needn't hide any longer.

Master Círdan.

Please forgive the unexpected nature
of my visit,

but I have nowhere else to turn.

You are the oldest and wisest of our kind.

And the Elves are facing
our greatest test in an age.

I perceive you carry something
in your charge.

Something louder than the sea.

What have you brought here?

It is to be given directly
to Lord Celebrimbor.

He must be informed

that Halbrand is Sauron.

Move with haste,

and trust no stranger upon your path.

Yes, my lord.

I have yet to thank you.
For trusting me, regarding the Rings.

Trusting you?

Let us be clear, Commander.

You and I are momentarily aligned
for one reason,

because your actions
have left us no alternative.

Because of you, our enemy lives.

Because of you, we've no choice
but to test the virtue of the Rings.

I should have you thrown in fetters

and cast to the Ettenmoors
for what you've done.

Then why have you not?

I am considering it.

I swear to you, High King,

I will not stop until he is destroyed
and I have put this right.

You would not be here now
if I thought otherwise.

High King,
we have not found the Rings.

We've scoured everywhere water meets rock,
and yet,

there's no trace of him.

- Perhaps the fall...
- No.

Elrond lives.

Expand the search.

Set a watch at every crossing.
He must not escape.

Escape is not his plan.

Meaning?

He spoke of destroying the Rings.

Elrond would seek out
someone he can trust.

Someone older, wiser...

Whose voice would command respect.

Even from you.

Someone who could turn the tides his way.

You may examine them.

I've seen Celebrimbor's work before.

- He's remarkable.
- He is.

I remember, he used to speak of, one day,
crafting objects of such power,

they could change the heart
of any who beheld them.

If, as you say,

these Rings have so quickly
turned Elf against Elf...

it would appear he has succeeded.

Perhaps it was not Celebrimbor's hand
that produced that effect.

If what you've told me is true,

these three Rings were made
without Sauron's touch.

The Enemy is cunning.

The Rings may well be a ploy on his part.

A device in some larger plan,
the end of which we cannot yet see.

What would you ask of me?

The Rings must be destroyed.

Do so, and the Age of the Elves will end.

We would be abandoning
all Middle-earth to its fate.

Could you accept that?

If to do otherwise means falling prey
to the designs of the Enemy...

Yes.

You do your father proud.

Long ago, there was a battle.

One whose weapons
were the very bones of the continents.

Still now, at the spot
where our bay meets the sea,

there remains on the seabed
a scar so deep,

its end none but Manwë himself knows.

If one were to cast these Rings
into its depths, they...

Let me speak with him first.

Please, High King.

Give me one last chance
to reason with my friend?

Reason quickly.

Elrond?

I have come to coax you willingly.

If I fail, the High King
will see you removed by force.

I have failed enough of late, old friend.

Help me succeed this time?

I should have trusted you,
as I asked you to trust me.

But unless we both trust in the Rings now,
all will be lost.

With three, there is balance.

Don't you remember?

We chose this path together.

- No, you chose it for me.
- Elrond...

What so frightens you, you cannot consider

the possibility of their corruption?

Because in my heart,

I know The Three Rings
are free of his influence.

But are you?

The light of Valinor shone
upon your very face, Galadriel,

and you turned your back on it.

Was it truly to fight the darkness
or was the darkness calling to you?

Can you not see?
All this may be by his design.

I did what I felt was right.

And time alone will reveal
whether that was folly or wisdom.

What time do you think you have?

Where is Círdan?

You did what you must, Galadriel.

So have I.

Elrond.

Where are the Rings?

Huh?

Poppy!

Mmm, honey biscuits.

Never been happier in my life
than right now.

How's everyone at home?

About the same.

Your ma took to giving me your chores,

but your da said I didn't have to do 'em.

You came after us.

Wasn't so hard.
You haven't exactly gotten very far.

Yes, well, we appear to be lost.

So now you admit it.

Well, you won't be for long. Look.

I was sifting through Sadoc's old book.

Harfoots must've journeyed this way
a long time ago.

See, there's a warnin',

"Not to forget the words to the song,
or you'll just go round in circles."

Song? What song?

Give you one guess.

Sing to me, sing to me, land far away

- The walkin' song?
- I think it's some kinda directions.

Our folk have been wanderin' for years.

Guess this path
must have been important to them.

I say, we climb.

"Trees of stone... Light in the tower,
no longer my home."

There.

"Past eyes of pale fire."

"Black sand for my bed."

"I trade all I've known
for the unknown ahead."

Welcome to the lands of Rhûn.

Come on. What are you waitin' for?

This is only the beginnin'.

Why you looking at it like that?

Like what?

Like you've been here before.

Only in dreams.

I was in your place once.

In the eldest of the Elder Days.

Thirteen of us were chosen
to be blessed of Morgoth's hand,

with the promise of power.

A new birth.

I was led up to a dark and nameless peak.

Chained and left.

And after what seemed
endless thirst and hunger...

I saw it.

His servant's face.

Sauron's face.

And it was beautiful.

He offered me wine, red as a blood moon.

He offered me wine,
and on that dark and nameless peak,

I drank it.

I drank it all.

Your people have been set free.

Now, tell me what you know of Sauron.

Sauron has returned in a new form.

I am not yet certain
what shape he has taken.

Then of what use are you to me?

I have something you don't.

The trust of the Elves.

Release me,

and I'll go to them and seek him out,

so you can marshal your legions
to destroy him.

Do you vow allegiance to Adar,

Lord-father of the Uruks?

Yes.

Then kneel.

Now, swear it.

- I vow...
- With your head at my feet.

I vow to serve the Lord of Mordor.

To the end of my days...

and his.

What're you doing? Keep away.

See that he's followed. Every step.

"I'm going to kill you."

Is that right, Your Majesty?

All hail the king.

Oh!

O Elven-kind!

Too long have we dwelt
Upon this Hither Shore

And now, a fading crown...

Must trade, to sail to Valinor

O Elven-kind!

O Elven-kind!

The Winter comes

The bare and leafless day...

O Elven-kind!

O Elven-kind!

The leaves are falling in the stream

The river flows away

The light of the Eldar has faded.

As coals too long removed from the hearth,

we must return to our home
or diminish forever into endless night.

And so it is come to pass,

our days in Middle-earth... are ended.

Perfection does not exist
only in Valinor, High King.

It is here.

Celebrimbor has brought it
to Middle-earth.

No!

Galadriel.

No.

The new forge
is remarkable, my lord.

It is, indeed.

Let us pray the Rings worked,
so we have a chance to use it.

Forgive me, my lord,
but a messenger has just arrived.

Word from Lindon?

To the contrary, my lord.
This messenger is from the Southlands.

He says he wants to negotiate.

Well, my lord? Do we grant him entry?

I have seen
mountains crumbling.

Waters running dry.

And clouds. Black.
Gathering over white towers.

A storm is coming.

Prepare yourselves.

I am waiting for you.

Something has awoken them.

No. Someone.

It is said he has taken
a new form to deceive his enemies.

- Who are you?
- Annatar.

Lord of Gifts.

Sauron is alone, without army or ally.

He needs not armies... but Rings.

Seven Rings. Seven Dwarves.
And bound within each, power.

You saved the Elves.
Make Rings for Men.

We cannot give Rings to Men.

The risk of corruption
is simply too great.

True creation
requires sacrifice.

In choosing to wear those Rings,

you have all chosen
to become his collaborators.

Take off the Ring.

I will defeat him. At any cost.

No! This is what Sauron wants!

I've felt bound.
To try and do something special.

You must remain calm at the storm's eye.

This magic. Can you teach it to me?

If you prove yourself
worthy of it.

Sauron rises in the west.
A Dark Wizard in the east.

Every soul in Middle-earth is in peril.

Will you abandon them to their doom?

Together we can put this right.

- Nobody goes off-trail.
- Nobody walks alone.

I need your axe, old friend.
I need it now.

Celebrimbor,
you and I have work to do.