User:Amroth/Screenplays/Peter Jackson's The Fellowship of the Ring
- Prologue: One Ring to Rule Them All
- The Shire
- Very Old Friends
- A Long-Expected Party
- Farewell Dear Bilbo
- Keep it Secret, Keep it Safe
- User:Amroth/Screenplays/Peter Jackson's The Fellowship of the Ring/The Account of Isildur
- The Shadow of the Past
- Saruman the White
- A Short Cut to Mushrooms
- Bucklebury Ferrty
- At the Sign of the Prancing Pony
- The Nazgûl
- The Spoiling of Isengard
- A Knife in the Dark
- The Caverns of Isengard
- Flight to the Ford
- Many Meetings
- The Fate of the Ring
- The Sword That was Broken
- The Evenstar
- The Council of the Elrond
- Bilbo's Gifts
- The Ring Goes South
- The Pass of Caradhras
- A Journey in the Dark
- Balin's Tomb
- The Bridge of Khazad-dûm
- Caras Galadhon
- The Mirror of Galadriel
- The Fighting Uruk-hai
- Farewell to Lórien
- The Great River
- Parth Galen
- The Breaking of the Fellowship
- The Departure of Boromir
- "The Road Goes Ever On..."
INT. FRODO'S BEDROOM, RIVERDELL---DAWN
Close on: An old sword sliding out of a shabby leather
Scabbard...its polished, well tendered Blade glitters cold
My old sword "Sting"...here, 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.
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.
Oh! My old Ring... Frodo frowns as Bilbo
moves toward him.
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.
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.
EXT. RIVENDELL VALLEY -- MORNING
The Fellowship climb the long steep path out of the cloven
vale of Rivendell.
EXT. ROUGH COUNTRY, SOUTH OF RIVENDELL -- DAY
The fellowship trekking through a land of Deep Valleys and
turbulent waters...the misty mountains rise sharply to their
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.
EXT. EREGION HILLS--DAWN
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?
Nothing...it'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
there is...as 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
Gandalf looks at Aragorn, turns to the others...gesturing
towards a high mountain pass.
We must take the pass of Caradhras!
EXT. SNOWY MOUNTAINSIDE -- DAY
The Fellowship clamber through Rock and Snow. CLOSE ON: Frodo
slips on some shale...as 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
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.
EXT. ISENGARD -- DAY
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, Gandalf...you 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?
EXT. PASS OF CARADHRAS -- DAY
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.
THUNDER RUMBLES...ROCK and Shale fall from above.
He's trying to bring down the mountain.
Gandalf! We must turn back!
GANDALF RAISES HIS STAFF...HE CHANTS INTO THE WIND.
Losto Caradhras, sedho, hodo, nuitho I
ruith. Sleep Caradhras, be still, lie
still, hold your wrath.
EXT. ISENGARD -- DAY
CAMERA SWEEPS PAST SARUMAN...he stands on the summit of
Orthanc, Chanting. CLOUDS ARE FLOWING FROM ALL DIRECTIONS...
converging on the distant mountains in a stormy Malestrom.
EXT. PASS OF CARADHRAS -- DAY
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
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
Frodo meets Gandalf's eye.
We will go through the mines. Gandalf
So be it.
EXT. MORIA GATE -- NIGHT
The Fellowship are walking along the far shore of dark
lake...directly below great looming cliffs.
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.
Itidin...it 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.
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...
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
Mines are no place for a Pony, even one
so brave as 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
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...
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....
INT. MORIA GATE -- NIGHT
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 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 mine...it's a tomb!
Oh...no...no..no... ! 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.
EXT. MORIA GATE -- NIGHT
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
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.
INT. MORIA GATE -- NIGHT
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
INT. NEW CHAMBER, MORIA -- NIGHT
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.
INT. MORIA CEMETERY CAVERN -- NIGHT
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.
INT. MORIA TUNNEL FORK -- NIGHT
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.
CLOSE ON: FRODO
He turns at the sound of a faint noise down the tunnel behind
Are we lost?
No. I don't think we are. Shhhh,
Frodo's POV: a sudden glimpse of a creature darting in the
darkness. Frodo is nervous...he approaches Gandalf.
There's something down there.
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.
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.
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.
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,
Ah! That it's that way! Gandalf points
at the right hand tunnel...the Fellowship
scramble to their feet.
No, but the air doesn't smell so foul
down there. If in doubt, Meriadoc,
always follow your nose!
INT. DWAROWDELF CHAMBER, MORIA -- DAY
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...
INT. BALIN'S TOMB, MORIA -- DAY
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...
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
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
INT. MORIA CAVERNS -- DAY
Gandalf turns angrily on Pippin.
Fool of a Took! Throw yourself in next
time and rid us of your stupidity!
ANGLE ON: PIPPIN, CHASTENED.
They fall silent. A low rolling boom rises from the depths
below...growing louder...BOOM...BOOM...as 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...
Frodo looks down. A cold blue glow is emanating from Sting's
Scabbard! Frodo draws the Sword...and stares at its glowing
(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
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
I think I'm getting the hang of this.
The Cave Troll lunges forward, thrusting at Frodo's chest
with his spear.
Sam screams as Frodo is lifted off his feet by the spear tip
and slammed against the wall.
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
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,
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM the sound of the drums rings out again!
Gandalf turns to the others.
To the bridge of Khazad-dum!
INT. DWAROWDELF CHAMBER, MORIA -- DAY
Gandalf leads the fellowship into the huge Dwarrowdelf
They hurry towards a distant door...as 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 shakes...an unearthly sound rumbles...
A Balrog..a demon of the ancient world!
This foe is beyond any of you!
INT. STAIRWAY OF KHASAD-DUM, MORIA -- DAY
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
blade...like 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.
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
It swoops down past the Fellowship,
disappearing into a flaming pit!
INT. BRIDGE OF KHAZAD-DUM, MORIA -- DAY
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 rail...at 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:
You cannot pass!
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
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!
You shall not pass!! The Balrog places
one foot onto the bridge. Aragorn and
Boromir race forward, swords drawn.
GANDALF CRIES ALOUD as he summons up his LAST RESERVES OF
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.
EXT. DIMROLL DALE DOOR -- DAY
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.
Boromir glances towards Frodo, then back
at Aragorn. Frodo is walking away, as if
in a daze.
CLOSE ON: FRODO SLOWLY TURNS...a look of numb shock on his
devastated face. The Fellowship marches on.
EXT. DIMRILL DALE HILLSIDE--DUSK
Aragorn scours ahead of the company, as they stumble on in
the fading light...in the distance the shimmer of a large
forest can be seen...Lothlorien!
EXT. EDGE OF LOTHLORIEN--DUSK
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
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...
And are never seen again!
...your coming to us is as the footsteps
of doom. You bring great evil here,
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.
Come, she is waiting.
EXT. LOTHLORIEN HILLTOP -- DAY
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 sun..green, 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
INT. CELEBORN'S CHAMBER, CARAS GALADHON -- NIGHT
ANGLE ON: THE FELLOWSHIP
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.
...he has fallen into shadow. Galadriel
looks to Aragorn.
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.
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.
Tonight you will sleep in peace.
Welcome, Frodo of the Shire... CLOSE ON:
FRODO looks at GALADRIEL. SUDDEN INSERT:
GALADRIEL as she is on the other
side... Powerful, divine...no longer of this world..a
Piercing white light surrounds her.
GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
...one who has seen the eye.
EXT. CARAS GALADHON LAWN -- NIGHT
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
is hope left. But I cannot see it...it
is long since we had any hope.
CLOSE ON: BOROMIR looks at ARAGORN in despair.
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
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.
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 open...as if by
instinct. GALADRIEL, her White dress glowing in the
moonlight, glances at him. Frodo follows her...as if drawn by
an invisible force.
EXT. GALADRIELS GLADE, LORTHLORIEN -- NIGHT
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...
CLOSE ON: GANDALF LIFTS HIS HEAD AND LOOKS DIRECTLY AT FRODO!
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
IMAGE: Hobbiton...now 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 down...in
his hand he is clutching the ring. Frodo looks up at
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.
If you ask it of me, I will give you the
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.
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.
I pass the test.
I will diminish and go into the west and
remain Galadriel. Frodo's confidence
I cannot do this alone...
You are the ring-bearer, Frodo...to 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
Even the smallest person can change the
course of the future.
The Ring lies in the palm of Frodo's hand...his fingers close
INT. ORTHANC CHAMBER -- DAY
Naked, Lurtz's eyes follow Saruman, alight with a mean
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?
INT. CAVERNS BELOW ISENGARD -- DAY
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.
One of the Halflings carries something of
great value...bring him to me...alive and
unspoiled...kill the others.
EXT. ISENGARD -- DAY
Lurtz is leading 200 URUK-HAI out of Isengard..they run fast,
their powerful legs carrying them at speed.
EXT. SILVERLODE RIVER BANK--DAWN
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
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.
EXT. RIVER ANDUIN -- DAY
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.
EXT. FOREST -- DAY
The Uruk forces are running through the trees with deadly
EXT. RIVER ANDUIN -- DAY
A flock of birds circle high above, Black against the pale
sky. Aragorn watches them with concern.
EXT. PILLARS OF THE KINGS, RIVER ANDUIN--DAWN
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
Close on: Aragorn...strangely moved by the beauty of the
silent sentinels. He speaks, almost as if to himself.
Long have I desired to look upon the
kings of old...my 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...
EXT. SHORE OF NEN HITHOEL -- DAY
ANGLE ON: THE FELLOWSHIP
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,
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...
A shadow and a threat has been growing in
my mind. Something draws near, I can
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...
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!
EXT. SLOPES OF AMON HEN -- DAY
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!
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.
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
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
Warning? Against what?
Boromir has started forward towards Frodo, he pulls himself
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.
You fool! It is not yours save by
unhappy chance...it 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.
Boromir spins wildly around, yelling into
I see your mind...you will take the ring
to Sauron. You will betray us! You go to
your death and the death of us all.
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.
Frodo! Frodo! What have I done. Please,
EXT. SEEING SEAT -- DAY
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:
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 war...black ships
sailing into the south. All the power of the Dark Lord is in
motion. Frodo moves his gaze towards the east...fire 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!
SUDDENLY! SAURON'S EYE LEAPS TOWARD FRODO LIKE A FINGER OF
(IN BLACK SPEECH)
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...
EXT. SUMMIT OF AMON HEN -- DAY
Frodo lies gasping on the summit of Amon Hen...below the
ancient ruins of the seeing seat.
AT THAT MOMENT: A BLACK BOOT STEPS INTO SHOT!
Frodo looks up as Aragorn towers over him.
It has taken Boromir. ARAGORN moves
Where is the ring?
Frodo backs away from Aragorn...Aragorn is shocked by the
Frodo...I swore to protect you.
Can you protect me from yourself?
Frodo uncurls his fist...in is palm lies the ring! It
glints, gold and beautiful in the afternoon sun...Aragorn's
eyes are drawn to it.
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.
Frodo backs away into the trees...as 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.
EXT. PARTH GALEN HILLSIDE -- DAY
Frodo is darting down the steep hillside as heave feet
thunder down behind him.
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.
Frodo turns to see Merry and Pippin hidden in a hollow, a few
Hide here, quick!
Frodo looks at his friends... slowly shakes his head, a great
sadness in his eyes...
What's he doing?
Merry's eyes meet Frodo's. Understanding.
Pippin stands and makes a move toward Frodo...Merry grabs at
THE ECHO OF BOROMIR'S HORN reaches Aragorn, Legolas, and
Gimli...they are battling their way down the Slopes towards
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...
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
They took the little ones...
Aragorn quickly tries to staunch the flow
of Blood from Boromir's shoulder.
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
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.
I would have followed you, my
brother...my captain, my King. Aragorn
lays Boromir down. He is dead.
Be at peace, son of Gondor. Aragorn bends
and Kisses Boromir's forehead.
Legolas and Gimli appear behind
They will look for his coming from the
white tower...but he will not return.
EXT. SHORE OF NEN HITHOEL -- DAY
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...
Close on: Frodo looks to the far side of the river...the
camera moves in on the ring.
I wish the ring had never come to me..I
wish none of this had happened...
Tears fall down Frodo's face...
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
Sam looks at the water...then at the boat.
SPLASH! FRODO turns to see Sam launching himself into the
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...
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.
"Don't you leave him, Samwise Gamgee."
And I don't mean to...I don't mean to.
Frodo starts to laugh through his tears...the two friends
Come on then..
The two Hobbits row through the water...
EXT. FALLS OF RAUROS AERIAL -- DAY
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 camera...as 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.
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
Aragorn pulls a HUNTING KNIFE out of his pack and straps it
Leave all that can be spared behind...
CLOSE ON: ARAGORN..a steely light in his
We travel light. Let's hunt some Orc.
Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli disappear into the Woods,
following the URUK-HAI trail.
EXT. EMYN MUIL HILLTOP -- DAY
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...
I'm glad you're with me.
WIDE ON: THE TWO HOBBITS SETTING OFF TOWARD MORDOR.