Frodo, come and help an old man. How's your shoulder?

Better than it was.

And the Ring? You feel its power growing don't you? I've felt it too. You must be careful now. Evil will be drawn to you from outside the Fellowship and I fear from within.

Who then do I trust?

You must trust to yourself. Trust your own strength.

What do you mean ?

There are many powers in this world for good or for evil. Some are greater than I am and against some I have not yet been tested

Ah! The walls of Moria!

Dwarf doors are invisible when closed.

Yes Gimli! Their own masters cannot find them, if their secrets are forgotten!

Why doesn't that surprise me!

Ach!

Ah... now let me see.... Ithildin. It mirrors only starlight ... and moonlight.

It reads "The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria, Speak Friend and Enter"

What do you suppose that means?

Oh it's quite simple. If you are a friend, you speak the password and the doors will open. Annon Edhellen, edro hi ammen! (Gate of the Elves, open now for me!)

Fennas Nogothrim, lasto beth lammen. (Doorway of the Dwarf-folk, listen to the word of my tongue.)

Nothing's happening.

I once knew every spell in all the tongues of elves, men and orcs.

What're you going to do then?

Knock your head against these doors Peregrin Took! And if that does not shatter them and I'm allowed a little peace from foolish questions I will try to find the opening words.

Ando Eldarinwa…a lasta quettanya, Fenda Casarinwa… (Gate of Elves…listen to my word, Threshold of Dwarves…)

The Mines are no place for a pony even one so brave as Bill.

BuBye Bill

Go on, go on. Don't worry Sam. He knows the way home.

Do not disturb the water.

Oh it's useless!

It's a riddle!

Speak friend... and enter. What's the elvish word for friend ?

Mel..lon

Soon Mr Elf, you will enjoy the fabelled hospitality of the dwarves. Roaring fires! Malt Beer! Red Meat off the bone!

This my friend is the home of my cousin Balin and they call it a Mine! A Mine!

This isn't a mine, it's a tomb.

Nooooo! NOOOOOOOOOOoooooooo!

Goblins!

We make for the gap of Rohan. We should never have come here

Now get out of here! Get out!

Frodo! Frodo!

Strider! Get off him!

Aragorn!

Frodo!

Strider!

GANDALF: Into the Mines!

Legolas!

We now have but one choice, we must face the long dark of Moria. Be on your guard, there are older and fouler things than orcs in the deep places of the world. Quietly now, its a four day journey to the other side. Let us hope that our presence may go unnoticed.

The wealth of Moria is not in gold, or jewels, but Mithril.

Bilbo had a shirt of mithril rings that Thorin gave him.

Aww that was a Kingly gift!

Yes. I never told him, but its worth was greater than the value of The Shire!

Pippin!

I've no memory of this place.

Are we lost ?

No.

I think we are.

Ssh! Gandalf's thinking.

Merry!

What!

I'm hungry.

There's something down there.

It's Gollum.

Gollum!

He's been following us for three days

He escaped the dungeons of Barad-Dûr!

Escaped, or was set loose and now the Ring has drawn him here. He won't ever be rid of his need for it. He hates and loves the Ring, as he hates and loves himself. Smeagol's life is a sad story. Yes he was once called, before the Ring found him. Before it drove him mad.

It's a pity Bilbo didn't kill him when he had the chance.

Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo's hand. Many that live deserve death and many that die, deserve life. Can you give it to them Frodo? Do not be too eager to deal out death and judgment. Even the very wise cannot see all ends.

My heart tells me that Gollum has some part to play, yet for good or ill ... before this is over. The pity of Bilbo, may rule the fate of many,

I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.

So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world, Frodo, besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, in which case you also were meant to have it and that is an encouraging thought. Oh! Its that way!

He's remembered!

No, but the air doesnt smell so foul down here. If in doubt, Meriadoc, always follow your nose.

Let me risk a little more light. Behold the great realm and dwarf city of Dwarrowdelf.

There's an eye-opener and no mistake.

Oh!

Gimli!

No, no, no.

Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria. He is dead then. It's as I feared. We must move on, we cannot linger.

They have taken the Bridge and the second hall. We have barred the gates, but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes. Drums. Drums in the deep. We cannot get out. A shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out. They are coming.

Fool of a Took! Throw yourself in next time, and rid us of your stupidity!

Frodo!

Orcs!

Get back! and stay close to Gandalf.

They have a cave troll!

Agh! Let them come There's one dwarf yet in Moria who still draws breath.

Pull!

Think I'm getting the hang of this.

Frodo!

Frodo!

Aragorn! Aragorn!

Frodo!

Frodo! Frodo!

Oh no!

He's alive!

I'm alright. I'm not hurt.

You should be dead. That spear would have skewered a wild boar

I think there's more to this hobbit than meets the eye.