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  1. Prologue: One Ring to Rule Them All
  2. The Shire
  3. Very Old Friends
  4. A Long-Expected Party
  5. Farewell Dear Bilbo
  6. Keep it Secret, Keep it Safe
  7. User:Amroth/Screenplays/Peter Jackson's The Fellowship of the Ring/The Account of Isildur
  8. The Shadow of the Past
  9. Saruman the White
  10. A Short Cut to Mushrooms
  11. Bucklebury Ferrty
  12. At the Sign of the Prancing Pony
  13. The Nazgûl
  14. The Spoiling of Isengard
  15. A Knife in the Dark
  16. The Caverns of Isengard
  17. Flight to the Ford
  18. Rivendell
  19. Many Meetings
  20. The Fate of the Ring
  21. The Sword That was Broken
  22. The Evenstar
  23. The Council of the Elrond
  24. Bilbo's Gifts
  25. The Ring Goes South
  26. The Pass of Caradhras
  27. Moria
  28. A Journey in the Dark
  29. Balin's Tomb
  30. The Bridge of Khazad-dûm
  31. Lothlórien
  32. Caras Galadhon
  33. The Mirror of Galadriel
  34. The Fighting Uruk-hai
  35. Farewell to Lórien
  36. The Great River
  37. Parth Galen
  38. The Breaking of the Fellowship
  39. The Departure of Boromir
  40. "The Road Goes Ever On..."

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Close on: An old sword sliding out of a shabby leather
Scabbard...its polished, well tendered Blade glitters cold
and bright.

          My old sword "Sting", take it!

Bilbo offers Sting to Frodo.

          It's so light!

          Yes, yes, made by the Elves, you know.
          The blade glows blue when Orcs are
          close...and it's times like that, my lad,
          when you have to be extra careful.

Bilbo unwraps a small shirt of close woven Mail.

                    BILBO (CONT'D)
          Here's a pretty thing. Mithril, as light
          as a feather, and as hard as dragon
          scales. Let me see you put it on. Come

CLOSE ON: Frodo peels off his shirt... revealing The Ring on
the Chain around his neck.

                    BILBO (CONT'D)
          Oh! My old Ring... Frodo frowns as Bilbo
          moves toward him.

                    BILBO (CONT'D)
          I should very much like to hold it again,
          one last time. Bilbo reaches forward,
          eyes locked on the ring.



Suddenly! A shadow passes across Bilbo...for a split second
he becomes a wrinkled creature with a hungry face and Bony,
groping hands. Frodo pulls away, shocked...the shadow passes.
Bilbo slumps into a chair, his head in his hands. Bilbo
falters...his eyes filling with tears.

                    BILBO (CONT'D)

                    BILBO (CONT'D)
          I'm sorry, that I brought this upon you,
          my boy...I'm sorry that you must carry
          this burden. I'm sorry for everything.

Bilbo sobs and Frodo moves to comfort him.

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                                                      ANGLE ON:

The Fellowship climb the long steep path out of the cloven
vale of Rivendell.

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The fellowship trekking through a land of Deep Valleys and
turbulent waters...the misty mountains rise sharply to their

                    GANDALF (V.O.)
          We must hold to his course west of the
          misty Mountains for forty days. If our
          luck holds, the Gap of Rohan will still
          be open to us. From there, our road
          turns east, to Mordor.

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CLOSE ON: Sam at the campfire. The sound of clashing swords!
Wider: Aragorn and Boromir are giving Pippin Sword tuition...



          Get away from the blade, Pippin...on your
          toes...good, very good...I want you to
          react, not think.

          Should not be too hard...

          Move your feet.

          Quite good, Pippin.


CLOSE ON: GIMLI has managed to corner Gandalf....

          If anyone were to ask for my opinion,
          which I note they have not, I would say
          we are taking the long way round.
          Gandalf, we can pass through the Mines of
          Moria. My cousin, Balin, would give us a
          royal welcome. Gandalf clearly thinks
          that is a bad idea.

          No, Gimli. I would not take the road
          through Moria unless I had no other

Boromir thrusts, catching Pippin on the hand. Pippin throws
down his sword, kicks and lunges at Boromir, tackling him to
the ground. Much laughter. Legolas' eyes are fixed on a
distant Dark Patch which darts about the sky, like flying
smoke in the wind.

          What is that?

's just a wisp of a cloud.

          It's moving fast...against the wind.

          Crebain from Dunland!




          Merry..Pippin...Sam...take cover! WIDE
          ON: THE FELLOWSHIP scramble under what
          little cover

there a regiment of Large crows fly low overhead at
Great speed, wheeling and circling above. As their dark
shadow passes over the fellowship, a single harsh croak is
heard...and the crows suddenly wheel away, back towards the
south. Gandalf staggers to his feet.

          Spies of Saruman. The passage South is
          being watched.

Gandalf looks at Aragorn, turns to the others...gesturing
towards a high mountain pass.

                    GANDALF (CONT'D)
          We must take the pass of Caradhras!

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The Fellowship clamber through Rock and Snow. CLOSE ON: Frodo
slips on some he scrambles to his feet, the Ring
falls on the ground... CLOSE ON: the ring gleaming in the
snow! Boromir's Hand picks it up by the chain...he stands,
the ring dangling before his eyes. He seems to grow in
stature, as if absorbing its power. Aragorn warily approaches
Boromir...Boromir is motionless...he stares at the ring, as
if transfixed.


          It is a strange fate that we should
          suffer so much fear and doubt over so
          small a thing...such a little thing.

          Boromir...give the ring to Frodo.
          ARAGORN'S HAND moves to his sword hilt.



Ring's POV...looking up at Boromir's face. The strange hum
vibrates on the soundtrack. CLOSE ON: a Weird beatific smile
lights up Boromir's face...The HUM grows to a Deafening roar!
Boromir suddenly snaps out of his trance and hands the ring
back to Frodo.

          As you wish. I care not.

Boromir smiles at Frodo, ruffling his hair. CLOSE ON: ARAGON
unhands his sword.

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Following the crows as they race deeper and deeper, passing a
vista of Industry, Hundreds of Orcs and writhing
Birthsacks...flying past Saruman, who stands upon a wooden
Gantry. CLOSE ON: Saruman, listening to the Cries of the

          So, try to lead them over
          Caradhras. And if that fails...where
          then will you go? THE FELLOWSHIP
          struggles through the snow.

                    SARUMAN (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          If the mountain defeats you, will you
          risk a more dangerous road?

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THE FELLOWSHIP are struggling through a blinding blizzard, up
towards the PASS OF CARADHRAS. Legolas the Elf moves lightly
across the top of the snow...he suddenly pauses. Saruman's
voice sweeps by in the wind.

          There is a fell voice in the air.

          It's Saruman.

THUNDER RUMBLES...ROCK and Shale fall from above.



          He's trying to bring down the mountain.
          Gandalf! We must turn back!



          Losto Caradhras, sedho, hodo, nuitho I
          ruith. Sleep Caradhras, be still, lie
          still, hold your wrath.

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CAMERA SWEEPS PAST SARUMAN...he stands on the summit of
converging on the distant mountains in a stormy Malestrom.


Saruman's voice strengthens...rolling past the fellowship
like thunder. A LIGHTNING CRACK explodes on the mountainside
above them. Frodo looks up in horror as a huge snow avalanche
thunders down towards them! The Fellowship throw themselves
against the cliff face as snow crashes onto the narrow ledge.
LEGOLAS pulls Gandalf to safety. Aragorn shields Frodo and
Sam as snow piles around them. Within moments, the pass is
blocked and the fellowship are enveloped in snow. Boromir
and Aragorn frantically dig for the hobbits...who are pulled
out Shivering and Fearful.

          We must get off the mountain! Make for
          the gap of Rohan and take the West road
          to my city.

          The Gap of Rohan takes us too close to

          We cannot pass over the mountain. Let us
          go under it. Let us go through the mines
          of Moria. Gandalf has a concerned look on
          his face.



                    SARUMAN (V.O.)
          Moria. You fear to go into those mines,
          don't you? The dwarves delved too
          greedily and too deep.

                    SARUMAN (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          You know what they awoke in, the darkness
          of Khazad-dum. Shadow and flame.

          Let the ringbearer decide.

CLOSE ON: FRODO, the weight of the decision weighing heavily
upon him. CLOSE ON: MERRY and PIPPIN shivering in Boromir's

                      GANDALF (CONT'D)

Frodo meets Gandalf's eye.

          We will go through the mines. Gandalf
          slowly nods.

          So be it.

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The Fellowship are walking along the far shore of dark
lake...directly below great looming cliffs.

              (in awe)
          The walls of Moria!

Footing is treacherous on the narrow strip of green and
greasy stones. Gandalf touches the smooth rock wall between
the trees... slowly, faint lines appear like slender veins of
luminous silver running through the stone.

 mirrors only starlight and

A large moon rises over the mountains... The lines grow
Broader and Clearer, forming a glowing arch of interlacing
ancient letters and symbols.



                    GANDALF (CONT'D)
          It reads, "The door of Durin, Lord of
          Moria. Speak, friend, and enter."

          What do you suppose that means?

          It's quite simple. If you are a friend,
          speak the password and the doors will

Gandalf raises his arms...

                    GANDALF (CONT'D)
          Annon edhellen, edro hi ammen!

The cliff towers into the night, the wind blows cold, Frodo
shivers... and the door stands fast!



Mumbling spells in his efforts to open the door. Sam packs
pots and pans at his feet...watching sadly as Aragorn un-
saddles Bill the pony. CLOSE ON: ARAGORN whispering to Bill
the Pony.

          Mines are no place for a Pony, even one
          so brave as Bill.

          Bye, Bill.

          Go on, Bill, go on..don't worry, Sam...he
          knows his way home. Aragorn slaps Bill on
          the rump...Bill goes trotting off. CLOSE
          ON: Sam watching Bill disappear into the

          Goodbye, Bill.

SPLASH! Merry and Pippin are tossing stones into the lake.
Black Rippling rings slowly fan out. Pippin is about to
throw another stone, but Aragorn grabs his arm.



          Do not disturb the water.

Aragorn watches anxiously as the Ripples appear to grow....he
exchanges a look with Boromir.

Aragorn's hand creeps towards his sword. Gandalf gives up in
despair...he sits down beside Frodo. Close on: Frodo peers at
the Elvish inscription...his face breaks into a smile of

          It's a riddle...

Gandalf raises his eyebrows...

                    FRODO (CONT'D)
          Speak, friend, and enter. What's the
          Elvish for friend?


With that, the rock face silently divides in the middle and
two great Doors swing outwards... revealing a blackness
deeper than the night. As the Fellowship enter the Blackness,
something in the water stirs....


The Fellowship step warily into the darkness of Moria...a
Dank cavern, with winding steps leading deeper into the

          So, master elf, you will enjoy the fabled
          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 this a
          A mine!

A Glow from Gandalf's Staff suddenly lights the chamber...
The Fellowship recoil in Horror! Many dwarf Skeletons are
strewn about, clearly the dead of some old battle...the
rusting armor and shields are peppered with arrows and axes.



          This is no's a tomb!

              (in horror)
 ! Legolas pulls a
          crude arrow out of a skeleton.


The Fellowship draw swords and back away, towards the

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


Frodo is suddenly PULLED TO THE GROUND. A long sinuous
Tentacle is wrapped around Frodo's ankle and is dragging him
towards the lake. FRODO CRIES OUT as Aragorn and Boromir rush
forward! Aragorn severs the Tentacle holding Frodo, and pulls
him to safety...Boromir hacks at the other Writhing Limbs. 20
more tentacles ripple out of the Lake! The dark water Boils
as the hideous beast lashes out at the FELLOWSHIP! Again the
creature grabs Frodo and pulls him to the lake, Frodo is
flung in the air as the Fellowship battle the creature.
Aragorn hacks at a tentacle...Frodo is released, falling into
Boromir's arms.

          Into the mines!


Legolas shoots an Arrow into the creature's head, gaining a
few vital seconds for Aragorn and Boromir as they race out of
the water with Frodo. The FELLOWSHIP hurriedly back away from
the Creature... retreating into the Moria Chamber as many
Coiling arms seize the large doors.


With a shattering echo, the creature rips the doors away,
creating a rock slide that crashes down the Cliff Face.
Within seconds, tons of rock seal the doorway... throwing the
Fellowship into Pitch Blackness.



A faint light rises from Gandalf's staff, throwing a Creepy
Glow across the old wizards face.

          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 the Orcs in the deep places of the

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WIDE ON: the Fellowship crossing a precarious bridge above
deep mine workings.

          Quietly, now. It's a four day journey to
          the other side. Let us hope that our
          presence will go unnoticed.


They continue up a steep stair, passing through a dwarf
cemetery. The graves are despoiled...dwarf skeletons are
strewn about and Goblin Graffiti is scrawled on monuments in
dried Dwarf blood. The Atmosphere is very sinister.

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The path splits into three passages...each disappearing into
dark tunnels. Gandalf pauses, frowning.

          I have no memory of this place.

LATER... The Fellowship are nervously waiting...while Gandalf
sits, staring intently at the 3 tunnel mouths in front of
him. He appears to be in some kind of trance.


He turns at the sound of a faint noise down the tunnel behind

          Are we lost?



          No. I don't think we are. Shhhh,
          Gandalf's thinking.



          I'm hungry.

Frodo's POV: a sudden glimpse of a creature darting in the
darkness. Frodo is nervous...he approaches Gandalf.

                    FRO DO
          There's something down there.

          It's Gollum.


          He's been following us for three days.

TEASING SHOT: and emaciated, leering creature.

          He escaped the dungeons of Barad- dur?

          Escaped...or was set loose. And now the
          Ring has drawn him here...he will never
          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.
          Gandalf catches Frodo's look of surprise.

                    GANDALF (CONT'D)
          Yes...Smeagol he was once called...Before
          the ring came to him, before it drove him

Gollum's withered fingers are gripping the cave wall...he is
large, Luminous eyes blinking with malice.



         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
         some that die deserve life. Can you give
         it to them, Frodo? Frodo frowns.

                   GANDALF (CONT'D)
         Do not be too eager to deal out death in
         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 is a note
         of finality in Gandalf's voice.

                   GANDALF (CONT'D)
         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,
             (sudden brightness)
         Ah! That it's that way! Gandalf points
         at the right hand tunnel...the Fellowship
         scramble to their feet.

         He's remembered!

         No, but the air doesn't smell so foul
         down there. If in doubt, Meriadoc,
         always follow your nose!
         Ye s...



The Fellowship pass under an arched doorway into a black and
empty space. Gandalf pauses...

          Let me risk a little more light. Gandalf
          taps his staff...for a brief moment a

blazes... like a silent Flash of Lightning. Great shadows
spring up and flee...

          Behold! The great realm and Dwarf city
          of Dwarrowdelf! Frodo gasps at the brief
          sight of a vast roof, far above

their heads, upheld by many mighty pillars hewn of stone.
Before them stretches a huge empty hall, with black walls,
polished and smooth as glass.

          Well, there's an eye opener and no

Ahead of them, a wooden door has been smashed. Black arrows
are embedded in the timbers. Two goblin skeletons lie in the
doorway. Gimli rushes ahead...


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Gimli rushes into another vast empty chamber... lit with a
narrow shaft of sunlight, beaming in from a small hole near
the roof. Dwarf and Goblin skeletons are piled high. In the
far corner sits a stone walled Well. A shaft of light falls
directly onto a stone table in the middle of the room: a
single oblong block, about 4 feet high, topped with a great
slab of white stone. Gimli falls to his knees...

, no!

Gimli sobs.

Gandalf quietly reads an inscription of runes, carved onto
the white stone slab.



            "Here lies Balin, son of Fudin, Lord of
            Moria." He is dead, then. It's as I had

Gandalf carefully lifts the rotting remains of a book from
the white stone slab. It has been slashed and stabbed...and
appears to be covered in Dried Blood. The pages crack and
break as he opens it...

                (urgent whisper to Argorn)
            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 in the
            deep...we cannot get out. A shadow moves
            in the dark. Will no- one save us? They
            are coming."

Unnerved, Pippin backs away nervously...He stumbles against
the well, sending a precariously balanced Armored skeleton
tumbling in! Merry reaches out, Grabbing hold of Pippin
before he falls. The Fellowship freeze in stunned silence as
the armored skeleton clatters down the deep well...echoing


Gandalf turns angrily on Pippin.

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


They fall silent. A low rolling boom rises from the depths
below...growing if the caverns of
Moria were turned into a vast drum. A great horn blasts
nearby...Answering horns ... running feet...harsh cries...
Sam's eyes glance at Frodo's belt...

            Mr. Frodo!



Frodo looks down. A cold blue glow is emanating from Sting's
Scabbard! Frodo draws the Sword...and stares at its glowing

          Orcs !

              (to the hobbits)
          Get back! Stay close to Gandalf.

Aragorn and Boromir slam and wedge the doors. Boromir
catches sight of something; he turns to Aragorn with shock in
his eyes.

          They have a cave troll!

Gimli snatches up two rusty dwarf axes and leaps onto the

          Let them come! There is one Dwarf yet in
          Moria who still draws breath!

BOOM! The Door bursts open in a shower of wood fragments,
and 20 Goblins charge into the tomb, followed by a huge cave
troll! Gimli ducks a blow and immediately buries his Axes in
2 Goblin helmets. Aragorn and Boromir wade into the mass of
Goblins with their swords. Legolas fires deadly arrows into
Goblin throats, desperately trying to Shield the Hobbits!
Gandalf is clutching his sword and joins in the battle! The
cave troll is sweeping his club at Aragorn...who stumbles
backwards...the huge club descends for the killing
blow...suddenly, in a flash of steel, Boromir's long sword
slices into the Scaly arm of the troll; it rears back,
spewing green blood! Sam is backing up against a wall...a
sword in one hand, a saucepan in the other. In desperation
he swings wildly at a Goblin with a saucepan! It keels
over...Sam looks surprised. He wallops another Goblin and it
too, drops.

          I think I'm getting the hang of this.

The Cave Troll lunges forward, thrusting at Frodo's chest
with his spear.

          Aragorn! Aragorn!



Sam screams as Frodo is lifted off his feet by the spear tip
and slammed against the wall.

              (shocked yell)

The hobbits go crazy. Sam slashes at the cave troll's knee,
bringing him down...Merry and Pippin jump on him...Legolas
fires an arrow...and the cave troll topples, dead. Aragorn
rushes to Frodo's side as he slumps to the floor...Frodo
appears to be dead. Close on: Gandalf, Aragorn, Hobbits
looking horrified... Suddenly Frodo coughs...takes a huge

          He's alive!

          I'm alright. I'm not hurt.

          You should be dead. That spear would've
          skewered a wild boar!

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

Frodo open his shirt to reveal the Mithril Vest. The Troll
Spear did not pierce the mithril."

          Mithril! You are full of surprises,
          Master Baggins.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM the sound of the drums rings out again!
Gandalf turns to the others.

          To the bridge of Khazad-dum!

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Gandalf leads the fellowship into the huge Dwarrowdelf

          This way!



They hurry towards a distant Goblins start
scuttling down the Pillars behind them, like cockroaches!
Frodo looks with horror at the overwhelming Goblin army
that's rushing toward them! SUDDENLY! A deafening roar fills
the air! A fiery light dances down the hallway... the
pillars casting eerie shadows. The Goblins freeze. They back
Fearfully away from the approaching beast...melting into the

          What is this new devilry?

A HUGE SHADOW, surrounded by flame, falls across the
hall..the ground unearthly sound rumbles...

          A Balrog..a demon of the ancient world!
          This foe is beyond any of you!
              (urgent yell)
          Run! Quickly!

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The BALROG, a massive creature rises from a chasm, a great
40 foot man-beast, with a mane of flames! In one hand is a a stabbing tongue of fire; in the other, a WHIP
of many thongs. Aragorn leads the fellowship to the top of a
dizzying stairway...Gandalf follows, leaning heavily on his
staff. Close on: Aragorn looks at Gandalf, concerned.

          Lead them on, Aragorn. The bridge is

Aragorn hesitates...Gandalf looks at him.

                    GANDALF (CONT'D)
          Do as I say; swords are no more use here.

THE FELLOWSHIP race down the stairway, Aragorn picks up
Frodo..leaping across a gaping chasm. A NARROW BRIDGE,
spanning a bottomless pit...Gandalf yells to the others:
Aragorn makes to throw Gimli across the Chasm.

          Nobody tosses a dwarf! The BALROG smashes
          through the wall and spreads its vast


                    GIMLI (CONT'D)
          It swoops down past the Fellowship,
          disappearing into a flaming pit!

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The Fellowship run into a hall...the floor is split with
fissures that spit flame.

          Over the bridge! Fly!

They race towards the slender bridge of stone...without kerb
or the far end of the hall. The Fellowship
recklessly hurry over the dizzying bridge..but Gandalf... the
last..pauses in the middle of the span...he faces the
Balrog...staff in one hand...Sword in the other! Frodo looks
back in horror:

                    GANDALF (CONT'D)
          You cannot pass!

              (alarmed yell)

          I am a servant of the Secret Fire,
          wielder of the flame of Anor. The dark
          fire will not avail you, flame of Udun.

Frodo watches as the Balrog puts one foot on the bridge and
draws up to Full Height, wings spreading from wall-to-wall.
Gandalf is a tiny figure, balanced precariously on the narrow

                    GANDALF (CONT'D)
          Go back to the shadow! The BALROG slashes
          at Gandalf with its Sword of

flame...Gandalf blocks with his sword...a ringing clash and
the Balrog's sword shatters into molten fragments!

                    GANDALF (CONT'D)
          You shall not pass!! The Balrog places
          one foot onto the bridge. Aragorn and
          Boromir race forward, swords drawn.




He thumps the bridge with his staff...a blinding sheet of
white flame springs up... the staff shatters...the bridge
breaks... right at Balrog's feet. The stone bridge drops away
into the gulf...from under the Balrog. For a moment, the
great Beast remains poised in the air...then it plunges down:
in slow motion Relief floods Frodo's face..Gandalf remains
trembling on the lip of the broken bridge. Slow motion: As
the Balrog falls, he lashes out with his whip of fire... Slow
motion: The thongs of the whip lash and curl around Gandalf's
knees, dragging him over the brink! Gandalf just manages to
hand on by his fingertips


          Fly, you fools!

CLOSE ON: Gandalf lets go his grip and falls away...
following the Balrog into the bottomless Abyss! Frodo cries
out! Boromir scoops him up and carries him away.



They rush towards an archway.

                                                      CUT TO:


The Fellowship tumble out of the Great Eastern Gate on to a
grassy sunlit hillside. Sam, Merry, and Pippin fall slowly to
the ground, Sobbing...Aragorn turns to Legolas and Gimli.

          Legolas, get them up!

          Give them a moment...for pity's sake!

          By nightfall these hills will be swarming
          with Orcs! We must reach the woods of
          Lothlorien. Come, Boromir, Legolas,
          Gimli, get them up. On your feet, Sam.


                     ARAGORN (CONT'D)
          Boromir glances towards Frodo, then back
          at Aragorn. Frodo is walking away, as if
          in a daze.

                     ARAGORN (CONT'D)
          Frodo? Frodo!

CLOSE ON: FRODO SLOWLY TURNS...a look of numb shock on his
devastated face. The Fellowship marches on.

                                                        CUT TO:


Aragorn scours ahead of the company, as they stumble on in
the fading the distance the shimmer of a large
forest can be seen...Lothlorien!


WIDE ON: The fellowship run across a forest floor strewn with
yellow flowers..above is a roof of golden leaves, held up by
silver pillars...the trunks of huge, grey trees. Gimli looks
nervously around...

          Stay close, young hobbits..they say a
          Sorceress lives in these woods. An elf-
          witch of terrible power. All who look
          upon her fall under her spell...

Frodo hesitates...a STRANGE VOICE whispers in his head...

                       GALADRIEL (V.O.)

          And are never seen again!

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.)
          ...your coming to us is as the footsteps
          of doom. You bring great evil here,

          Mr. Frodo?

          Well, here's one dwarf she won't ensnare
          so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and
          the ears of a fox!



The FELLOWSHIP are suddenly surrounded by ARMED ELVES.
Deadly arrows aimed at their heads. HALDIR, the Elvish
captain steps forward... he looks at Gimli with disdain.

          The dwarf breathes so loud we could have
          shot him in the dark.

              (Elvish: with subtitles)
          Haldir of Lorien, we come here for your
          help. We need your protection.

          Aragorn! These woods are perilous. We
          should go back.

          You have entered the realm of the Lady of
          the Wood. You cannot go back.

Haldir's eyes lock onto Frodo.

                    HALDIR (CONT'D)
          Come, she is waiting.

                                                       CUT TO:


Haldir leads the Fellowship onto a Hill Top. They look with
wonderment at the vista spread before them.

Several miles towards the South, a Large Hill rises out of
the woods. Upon the hill rise many mighty Mallorn Trees,
taller than any others...Nestled high in the crown of the
mallorns is a Beautiful City. It Gleams in the low rays of
the late afternoon, gold, and silver. To the east
of Caras Galadhon, the Woods of Lorien run down the pale
gleam of Anduin, the great river. Beyond the River, the land
appears flat and empty, formless and vague, until far away,
it rises again like a dark and dreary wall. The Sun that lies
on Lothlorien has not power to enlighten the shadows that lie

                                                       CUT TO:




step onto a wide fleet filled with a soft light. The walls
are green and silver, the roof gold and in its midst is the
trunk of the might Mallorn tree, now tapering toward its
crown. Celeborn steps forward to greet the guests. His hair
is long and silver, his face grave and beautiful, with no
sign of age upon it. Next to him stands Galadriel, the Lady
of the Elves. She has hair of deep gold and timeless,
unsurpassed beauty. Celeborn looks hard at Aragorn...

          Eight there are, yet nine there were set
          out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is
          Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with

Frodo looks at Galadriel, standing silently beside Celeborn.

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.)
              (softly aloud)
          ...he has fallen into shadow. Galadriel
          looks to Aragorn.

                    GALADRIEL (CONT'D)
          The Quest stands 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.

Galadriel's eyes settle on Sam.

                    GALADRIEL (CONT'D)
          Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go
          now and rest for you are weary with
          sorrow and much toil. Galadriel's eyes
          turn to Frodo...her voice fades.

                    GALADRIEL (CONT'D)
          Tonight you will sleep in peace.
              (whispered v/o)
          Welcome, Frodo of the Shire... CLOSE ON:
          GALADRIEL as she is on the other

side... Powerful, longer of this world..a
Piercing white light surrounds her.

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
 who has seen the eye.

                                                        CUT TO:



Gimli, Legolas, Merry, Pippin, Frodo and Sam are in a
pavilion set among the trees near the fountain. They lie on
soft couches as Elves leave food and wine for them. MOURNFUL
SINGING drifts down from the trees above.

          A lament for Gandalf...

          What do they say about him?

          I have not the heart to tell you. For me,
          the grief is still too near. Boromir is
          sitting alone...Aragorn approaches him.

          Take some rest..these borders are well

Moonlight catches the trace of tears on Boromir's face.
Aragorn kneels down beside him.

          I will find no rest here. I heard her
          voice inside my head...she spoke of my
          father and the fall of Gondor, and she
          said to me: "Even now, there

                    BOROMIR (CONT'D)
          is hope left. But I cannot see
          is long since we had any hope.

CLOSE ON: BOROMIR looks at ARAGORN in despair.

                    BOROMIR (CONT'D)
          My father is a noble man, but his rule is
          failing and our..our people lose faith.
          He looks to me to make things right...and
          I would do it, I would see the glory of
          Gondor restored. Have you ever seen it,
          Aragorn? The White Tower of Ecthelion,
          glimmering like a spike of pearl and
          silver, its banners caught high in the
          morning breeze...have you ever been
          called home by the clear ringing of
          silver trumpets?

          I have seen the white city..long ago.



Boromir feels Aragorn's love for Minas Tirith and takes

            One day our paths will lead us there, and
            the tower guards shall take up the call
             "the Lords of Gondor have returned."

Aragorn returns Boromir's smile...betraying his disquiet
sadness only when Boromir looks away.

                                                          CUT TO:


The Fellowship are asleep on their beds. Gimli is snoring
loudly. CLOSE ON: BARE FEET tread soundlessly across the
lawn. CLOSE ON: Frodo's eyes flicker if by
instinct. GALADRIEL, her White dress glowing in the
moonlight, glances at him. Frodo follows if drawn by
an invisible force.

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Upon a low stone pedestal, carved like a branching tree, sits
a shallow Silver Basin. Galadriel leads Frodo into the small

            Will you look into the mirror? Frodo
            looks with apprehension at the silver

            What will I see?

Galadriel pours water into the basin from a silver jug...a
glow rises from the water.

            Even the wisest cannot tell for the
            mirror shows many things...things that
            were ..things that are...and some things
            that have not yet come to pass.

Frodo slowly steps up to the pedestal...he peers into the
glossy surface. The night sky is reflected into the water...
suddenly a figure takes form...the bowed figure of an old
man, clad in white robes. He walks down a long road. Frodo
leans closer to the mirror's surface...



FRODO gasps, his face lighting up with hope.


Gandalf looks at Frodo with a fierce intensity. Frodo
reaches out his hand toward the surface of the mirror.
Suddenly the image flares, burning out to white. The vision
shifts...Frodo gasps in horror! The Shire is in ruins! The
image suddenly widens to fill the screen...buildings
burning...bodies strewn about...Dark Shapes of ORCS looting
and destroying...Bag End, billowing in flames! The Party
tree is hacked down. Frodo reels back as the mirror seems to
grow...the nightmarish image sweeps past his head, engulfing
him entirely.

IMAGE: an Industrial wasteland! The fields
and trees destroyed...replaced with Brick factories belching
smoke! IMAGE: ORCS brutally herd manacled Hobbits into the
Factories! We see Sam...Merry... and Rosie Cotton. Soot-
stained and sobbing, they disappear into the factory hell-
hole! Suddenly, the mirror goes dark...and out of the black
abyss a single eye grows. CLOSE ON: FRODO IS FROZEN. Unable
to move or cry out. The ring dangles from his neck, inches
above the water...not shimmering with curls of steam. Fire
erupts around the eye... With a Yell, Frodo pushes himself
away from the pedestal and collapses on the ground. Light
instantly fades from the mirror. Frodo comes to his
senses...he is shocked. Galadriel stands still as a statue,
unmoved, untouched by the horror.

          I know what it is you saw...for it is
          also in my mind. It is the future,
          Frodo. It is what will come to pass if
          you should fail.

Galadriel looks at Frodo intensely...Frodo looks
his hand he is clutching the ring. Frodo looks up at

                    GALADRIEL (CONT'D)
          The fellowship is breaking. It has
          already begun. He will try to take the
          ring. You know of whom I speak. One by
          one, it will destroy them all.

                    FRODO (V.O.)
          If you ask it of me, I will give you the
          One Ring.



          You offer it to me freely...I do not deny
          that my heart has greatly desired this.

Galadriel suddenly seems to rise in stature before Frodo's
eyes. Frodo is suddenly afraid of her.

                    GALADRIEL (CONT'D)
          In place of the Dark Lord, you would have
          a Queen, not dark, but beautiful and
          terrible as the Dawn. Treacherous as the
          Sea! Stronger than the foundations of
          the earth...all shall love me and
          despair! Frodo takes a step away from

Galadriel suddenly laughs...a slender Elf-woman once more,
clad in simple white, her voice soft and sad.

                    GALADRIEL (CONT'D)
          I pass the test.
          I will diminish and go into the west and
          remain Galadriel. Frodo's confidence
          drains away.

          I cannot do this alone...

          You are the ring-bearer, bear
          a ring of power is to be alone. This task
          was appointed to you, and if you do not
          find a way, no one will.

Frodo realizes what her message is.

          Then I know what I must do. It's
          just...I'm afraid to do it. Galadriel
          kneels down to Frodo's height, staring at
          him intently.

          Even the smallest person can change the
          course of the future.

The Ring lies in the palm of Frodo's hand...his fingers close
over it.

                                                      CUT TO:



Naked, Lurtz's eyes follow Saruman, alight with a mean

                    SARUMAN (V.O.)
          They were Elves once. Taken by the Dark
          Powers ... tortured and mutilated...a
          ruined and terrible form of life. And
          now...perfected. My fighting Uruk-Hai.
          Whom do you serve?

              (gutteral rasp)


QUICK CUTS: LURTZ is quickly armored...Breastplate...Leg
guards, Helmet...a sword is thrust in Lurtz's hand. The URUK-
HAI are smearing themselves in white paint...a creepy
ritualistic ceremony...the white hand of Isengard is smeared
on bodies, faces, and armor. SARUMAN address a crowd of 200
fully armed URUK-HAI.

          Hunt them down. Do not stop until they
          are found. You do not know pain. You do
          not know fear. You will taste man-flesh.
          Saruman turns to Lurtz.

                    SARUMAN (CONT'D)
          One of the Halflings carries something of
          great value...bring him to me...alive and
          unspoiled...kill the others.


Lurtz is leading 200 URUK-HAI out of Isengard..they run fast,
their powerful legs carrying them at speed.


The Fellowship are in small elven boats. They row away from
the Lothlorien Shore into the Silverlode river. Elves
quietly watch them depart. Galadriel gives Frodo a small
Crystal Phial.

          Farewell, Frodo Baggins. I give you the
          light of Earendil, our most beloved star.



As the Fellowship's boats drift past, Galadriel stands alone,
watching from the banks of the river. In his head, Frodo
still hears her voice...

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          May it be a light for you in dark places,
          when all other lights go out.


The boats pass into the great river Anduin. The Three Elven
boats carry the Fellowship steadily southward. Green trees
slowly give way to a brown and withered land.


The Uruk forces are running through the trees with deadly


A flock of birds circle high above, Black against the pale
sky. Aragorn watches them with concern.


The Three Elven boats drift slowly through the steep rocky
gorge in the Pre-dawn light. CLOSE ON: ARAGORN, slowly
paddling in the stern.


Frodo slowly looks up, his eyes widening with amazement. Wide
on: Two enormous rock statues, towering like 300 foot
pinnacles on either side of the river...carved images of
Gondorian kings of old. They loom over the boats with power
and majesty.

                    ARAGORN (CONT'D)
          The Argonath...

Close on: Aragorn...strangely moved by the beauty of the
silent sentinels. He speaks, almost as if to himself.

                    ARAGORN (CONT'D)
              (deeply moved)
          Long have I desired to look upon the
          kings of kin.

The fellowship stare in stunned silence as the current takes
them through the narrow gap between the Statues' feet.



Wide on: Craning up past the statues vast crumbling heads, to
reveal a large lake only a mile down river...



As they leap out of the boats and clamber onto the wooded

          We cross the lake at nightfall, hide the
          boats and continue on foot..we approach
          Mordor from the North.

          Oh, yes, just a simple matter of finding
          our way through Emyn Muil, an impassable
          labyrinth of razor sharp rocks. And
          after that gets even better...a
          festering, stinking marshland, far as the
          eye can see.

          That is our Road...I suggest you take
          some rest and recover your strength,
          Master Dwarf.

          Recover my...

Legolas turns to Aragorn with urgency.

          We should leave now.

          No. Orcs patrol the Eastern shore. We
          must wait for cover of darkness.

          It is not the Eastern shore that worries

Legolas casts a glance around into the Parth Galen forest...

                    LEGOLAS (CONT'D)
          A shadow and a threat has been growing in
          my mind. Something draws near, I can
          feel it.



Aragorn looks at Legolas, knowing full well what he means.
Sam has slumped asleep...Merry dumps a small pile of kindling
at Gimli's feet...

          Where's Frodo?

Sam sits up with a start...Aragorn's head snaps round..his
eyes fly to Boromir's shield which lies abandoned by his camp
bed. CLOSE ON: ARAGORN.... as he realizes Boromir has gone!


Frodo is walking beneath the trees...lost in thought. His
feet hit the rough edge of an ancient stone slab...his eyes
follow an overgrown path towards stone stairs leading to the
summit of Amon Hen...the seeing seat. A CRACKLING SOUND!
Frodo freezes....

          None of us should wander alone; you least
          of all. So much depends on you...Frodo?

Frodo turns slowly...he stares at Boromir, tense, cautious.

                    BOROMIR (CONT'D)
          I know why you seek solitude. You
          suffer, I see it day by day. Are you
          sure you do not suffer needlessly?

Frodo stands silent for a moment..the murmur of the Wind in
the trees and the distant roar of the falls of Rauros can be

                    BOROMIR (CONT'D)
          Let me help you. There are other ways,
          Frodo..other paths that we might take.

          I know what you would say, and it would
          seem like wisdom but for the warning of
          my heart.

          Warning? Against what?

Boromir has started forward towards Frodo, he pulls himself



                    BOROMIR (CONT'D)
          We are all afraid, Frodo. But to let that
          fear drive us to destroy what hope we
          have...don't you see that is madness?

          There is no other way.

          I ask only for the strength to defend my
              (angrily drops the wood he has
          If you would but lend me the ring...

          No. . .

Frodo steps hurriedly away from Boromir.

          Why do you recoil? I am no thief.

          You are not yourself.

          What chance do you think you have? They
          will find you, they will take the ring
          and you will beg for death before the

Frodo turns to leave.

                    BOROMIR (CONT'D)
          You fool! It is not yours save by
          unhappy might have been mine.
          It should be mine. Give it to me! Give
          me the ring.

Boromir leaps on top of Frodo, grasping for the ring! Frodo
has only moments to act. Frodo rips the ring from around his
neck..and rams it on his finger.

                    FRODO DISAPPEARS
          Boromir spins wildly around, yelling into
          thin air!

          I see your will take the ring
          to Sauron. You will betray us! You go to
          your death and the death of us all.

                      BOROMIR (CONT'D)
            Curse you! Curse you and your Halflings!
            Boromir stumbles and falls. His body
            shakes as if in the Throes of a
            fit...slowly he comes to.

                      BOROMIR (CONT'D)
            Frodo! Frodo! What have I done. Please,


                                          IN THE TWILIGHT WORLD:

FRODO races through the misty twilight world, past the foggy
shapes of twisted trees. Somewhere behind him, Boromir's
distraught voice carries from another dimension:

                      BOROMIR (O.S.)
            I'm sorry, Frodo...Frodo...

Frodo suddenly finds himself on the stone steps...he clambers
up the stairs, onto a high seat, perched on four stone
pillars. Frodo cowers on the seat, like a lost child upon the
throne of mountain kings. The world of mist swirls around
him. Frodo peers out from the seat...the world seems to
shrink. In all directions, Views of far off lands telescope
towards him through the mist. IMAGES: ORCS spilling out of
holes in the misty mountains... flames rising from
Mirkwood...grim faced easterlings march to ships
sailing into the south. All the power of the Dark Lord is in
motion. Frodo moves his gaze towards the explodes
against the smoke, as a huge mass of black battlements fills
Frodo's vision. A mountain of iron, immeasurably strong,
tower of adamant: Barad-dur, FORTRESS OF SAURON!





They will fall! Frodo leaps off the seat, and tumbles down
the stairs! The eye sweeps Amon Hen like a searchlight,
seeking its ring! With a huge effort, Frodo wrenches the ring
off his finger...


Frodo lies gasping on the summit of Amon Hen...below the
ancient ruins of the seeing seat.



Frodo looks up as Aragorn towers over him.


          It has taken Boromir. ARAGORN moves
          towards Frodo...

          Where is the ring?

Frodo backs away from Aragorn...Aragorn is shocked by the

          Stay away!

          Frodo...I swore to protect you.

          Can you protect me from yourself?

Frodo uncurls his is palm lies the ring! It
glints, gold and beautiful in the afternoon sun...Aragorn's
eyes are drawn to it.

                    FRODO (CONT'D)
          Would you destroy it?

              (kneeling to Frodo)
          I would have gone with you to the end...
          into the very fires of Mordor.

          I know...Look after the others,
          especially Sam...he will not understand.

Aragorn freezes! He draws his sword.

          Go, Frodo!

Frodo hesitates.



                    ARAGORN (CONT'D)
          Run! Run!!

Frodo backs away into the 200 URUK-HAI SWARM onto
Amon Hen behind Aragorn!

Aragorn attacks the leading URUK-HAI like a madman... he
brings two down with his sword...leaping into the ruins as
others close in on him. Frodo scrambles down the hillside,
away from the fight. Aragorn battles the URUK-HAI, amongst
the pillars and blocks of Amon Hen. Despite his bravery, he
is quickly surrounded... SUDDENLY: ELVEN ARROWS smash into
the URUK-HAI. Legolas races out of the woods, firing his bow.
Gimli leaps into the battle, wielding his might axe.


Frodo is darting down the steep hillside as heave feet
thunder down behind him.

          Mr. Frodo!

Sam looks around for Frodo. CLOSE ON: LURTZ ordering his

          Find the Halflings ... find the

Frodo stumbles and falls...quickly he crawls behind a
tree...above him the sound of Uruk-Hai crashing through the
forest rings out.

                    MERRY (O.S.)
              (urgent whisper)

Frodo turns to see Merry and Pippin hidden in a hollow, a few
feet away.

                    MERRY (CONT'D)
          Hide here, quick!

          Come on...

Frodo looks at his friends... slowly shakes his head, a great
sadness in his eyes...

                    PIPPIN (CONT'D)
          What's he doing?



Merry's eyes meet Frodo's. Understanding.

          He's leaving.


Pippin stands and makes a move toward Frodo...Merry grabs at
his arm.


THE ECHO OF BOROMIR'S HORN reaches Aragorn, Legolas, and
Gimli...they are battling their way down the Slopes towards
the lake.

          The horn of Gondor!


Aragorn desperately slashes his way towards Boromir, felling
URUK-HAI in his path...while Legolas and Gimli fight a rear
guard action. MANY URUK-HAI fall to Boromir's sword as he
tries to protect Merry and Pippin...

          Run! Run!

Lurtz takes aim. A black arrow suddenly thuds into Boromir's
chest. Amazingly, Boromir continues fighting, but another
arrow...and another, brings him to his knees. Merry and
Pippin are scooped off their feet by URUK-HAI.

                        MERRY & PIPPIN
          Aaaaagh! Boromir! Boromir!

Lurtz aims his bow at Boromir's heart... suddenly Aragorn
charges at him, smashing the Bow with his sword. They lock
into a deadly battle. Aragorn cuts Lurtz down and races
towards Boromir, who lies slumped against a tree...URUK-HAI
arrows sticking out of his chest. At least 20 dead URUK-HAI
lie heaped around Boromir. His horn lies at his feet...Cloven
in two.

              (painful gasp)
          They took the little ones...


                    BOROMIR (CONT'D)
          Aragorn quickly tries to staunch the flow
          of Blood from Boromir's shoulder.

                    BOROMIR (CONT'D)
          Frodo...where is Frodo?

          I let Frodo go.

Boromir holds Aragorn's gaze.

          Then you did what I could not. I tried
          to take the ring from him.

          The ring is beyond our reach now.

          Forgive me, I did not see..I have failed
          you all.

          No, Boromir. You fought bravely. You
          have kept your honor. Aragorn tries to
          bind Boromir's wound.

          Leave it! It is over...the world of Men
          will fall and all will come to darkness
          and my city to ruin..Aragorn..

          I do not know what strength is in my
          blood, but I swear to you... I will not
          let the White City fall, nor your people

          Our people...our people...

Aragorn places Boromir's sword in his hand. Boromir's
fingers tighten around the hilt.

                    BOROMIR (CONT'D)
          I would have followed you, my
 captain, my King. Aragorn
          lays Boromir down. He is dead.

          Be at peace, son of Gondor. Aragorn bends
          and Kisses Boromir's forehead.


                     ARAGORN (CONT'D)
           Legolas and Gimli appear behind
           him...Aragorn stands.

                     ARAGORN (CONT'D)
           They will look for his coming from the
           white tower...but he will not return.


On the lakeshore Frodo stands in front of one of the Elvish
Boats, the ring in his palm. A distraught Sam...running as
hard as he can through the forest...

           Mr. Frodo!

Close on: Frodo looks to the far side of the river...the
camera moves in on the ring.

                     FRODO (V.O.)
           I wish the ring had never come to me..I
           wish none of this had happened...

Tears fall down Frodo's face...

                     GANDALF (V.O.)
           So do all who lie 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 us.

With renewed determination, Frodo tucks the ring inside his
vest pocket. The small figure of Frodo pushing the Elvish
boat into the water... Sam bursts through the trees and runs
toward the lake...Frodo is already paddling away.

           Not alone, Frodo. Mr. Frodo! Frodo, in
           the boat, paddling steadfastly away from

shore..tears in his eyes..the voice of Sam carried on the
wind. Frodo whispers to himself

           No, Sam.

Sam looks at the water...then at the boat.

SPLASH! FRODO turns to see Sam launching himself into the



                    FRODO (CONT'D)
          Go back,Sam. I'm going to Mordor alone.

Sam splashes hopelessly toward the boat.

          Of course you are...and I'm coming with

          You can't swim.

Sam starts to go under, spluttering and coughing...Frodo
drops his paddle and scrambles backwards in the boat...

                       FRODO (CONT'D)

Sam is underwater...hands flailing helplessly as he sinks.
Close on: Frodo's hand grasping Sam's... Frodo pulls a
bedraggled and half drowned Sam into the boat. Frodo and Sam
look at each other, out of breath, tears and water streaming
down both their faces.

          I made a promise, Mr. Frodo...a promise.
              (fierce passion)
          "Don't you leave him, Samwise Gamgee."
          And I don't mean to...I don't mean to.

          Oh, Sam!

Frodo starts to laugh through his tears...the two friends

                    FRODO (CONT'D)
          Come on then..

The two Hobbits row through the water...


Slow motion: Looking down on swiftly flowing
water...Boromir's body slides under camera.

He is lying in one of the boats, his arms across his
chest..his broken horn at his side. Suddenly... the boat
drops away from it plunges over the massive falls
of Rauros, disappearing into the vapor below.



          If we are quick, we will catch Frodo and
          Sam before nightfall.

Aragorn looks towards the far shore; Frodo and Sam's small
Boat can be seen lying on the distant Riverbank as Frodo and
Sam make off into the forest beyond. He doesn't react.
Legolas turns and looks at Aragorn.

                    LEGOLAS (CONT'D)
          You mean not to follow them...

          Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands.

          Then it has all been in vain...the
          fellowship has failed.

          Not if we hold true to each other. We
          will not abandon Merry and Pippin to
          torment and death, not while we have
          strength left.

Aragorn pulls a HUNTING KNIFE out of his pack and straps it

                    ARAGORN (CONT'D)
          Leave all that can be spared behind...
          CLOSE ON: ARAGORN..a steely light in his

                    ARAGORN (CONT'D)
          We travel light. Let's hunt some Orc.

          Yes! Ha!

Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli disappear into the Woods,
following the URUK-HAI trail.


Frodo and Sam scramble onto a high ridge.

A distant line of Saw toothed mountains below a dark,
oppressive sky. Black volcanic smoke rises behind the



          Mordor! I hope the others find a safer

          Strider'll look after them.

          I don't suppose we'll ever see them

          We may yet, Mr. Frodo. We may.


Frodo looks at Sam with great affection..despite the grim
outlook, Sam is undeterred...

                    FRODO (CONT'D)
          I'm glad you're with me.