Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor.

Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the Ring, Frodo.

So it's true.

In a dream I saw the Eastern sky grow dark. In the West a pale light lingered, a voice was crying, your doom is near at hand. Isildur's bane is found. Isildur's Bane.

Boromir!

Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.

(One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the Darkness bind them)

Never before has anyone uttered words of that tongue here in Imladris.

I do not ask your pardon Master Elrond for the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the West. The Ring is altogether evil.

Aye it is a gift! A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor kept the forces of Mordor at bey. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy, let us use it against him.

You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master.

And what would a ranger know of this matter?

This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.

Aragorn! This ... is Isildur's heir?

And heir to the throne of Gondor.

Havo dad, Legolas (Sit down, Legolas.)

Gondor has no King. Gondor needs no King.

Aragorn is right. We cannot use it.

You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed.

Then what are we waiting for?

The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the firey chasm from whence it came. One of you ... must do this.

One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep and the great eye is ever watchful. Tis a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly

Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed.

And I suppose you think you're the one to do it.

And if we fail what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?

I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an elf.

Never trust an elf!

Do you not understand that while we bicker amongst ourselves, Sauron's power grows?! None can escape it! You'll all be destroyed.

Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,

ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul

I will take it. I will take it! I will take the Ring to Mordor. Tho, I do not know the way.

I will help you bear this burden Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear.

If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword.

And you have my bow.

And my axe.

You carry the fate of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done.

Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me!

No indeed it is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not!

Wait! we're coming too!

You'd have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us.

Anyway you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission ... quest ... thing.

Well that rules you out Pip.

Nine companions... So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!

Great! Where are we going?

Onen i-Estel Edain, ú-chebin estel anim. ( I gave Hope to the Dúnedain, I have kept no hope for myself)

Anirne hene beriad i chên în. Ned Imladris nauthant e le beriathar aen. (She wanted to protect her child. She thought that in Rivendell you would be safe.)

In her heart your mother knew you'd be hunted all your life but you'd never escape your fate. The skill of the elves can reforge the sword of Kings, but only you have the power to wield it.

I do not want that power, I have never wanted it.

You are the last of that blood line, there is no other.

My old sword, Sting. Here, take it, take it.

Its so light!

Yes Yes. Made by the elves you know. The blade glows blue when orcs are close and its times like that my lad, when you have to be extra careful. Here's a pretty thing.

Mithril! As light as a feather and as hard as dragon scales. Let me see you put it on, go on.

My my old ring. Well I should... very much like to hold it again, one last time.

I'm sorry I brought this upon you my boy. I'm sorry that you must carry this burden. I'm sorry for everything.