User:Amroth/Screenplays/Peter Jackson's The Fellowship of the Ring/The Council of Elrond
INT. COUNCIL CHAMBER, RIVENDELL -- DAY
Elrond addresses the council...
Strangers from distant lands ... friends
of old. You have been summoned here to
answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-earth
stands upon the brink of destruction.
None can escape it. You will unite...or
you will fall. Each race is bound to this
fate...this one doom...
Frodo sits amongst a council of free-peoples of Middle earth,
Elrond stands before them, addressing Gandalf, Strider,
Legolas, and 20 other elves, Dwarves, and men.
Bring forth the ring, Frodo.
Frodo steps forward and moves towards a stone Plinth. He
places the ring on the plinth and returns to his seat.
So it is true!
Sauron's Ring! The ring of power!
The doom of man!
It is a gift...a gift to the foes of
Mordor! Why not use this Ring? Long has
my father, the Steward of Gondor, held
the forces of Mordor at bay...by the
blood of our people are your lands kept
safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the
enemy...let us use it against him!
You cannot wield it. None of us can.
The one ring answers to Sauron alone...it
has no other master. Boromir turns and
looks at Strider, coolly.
And what would a ranger know of this
Strider says nothing and Boromir turns away dismissively.
This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn,
son of Arathorn. You owe him your
Frodo looks at Strider questioningly...Boromir turns sharply.
Aragorn? This is Isildur's heir?
And heir to the throne of Gondor.
(Elvish: with subtitles)
Havo dad, Legolas...Sit down, Legolas..
Gondor needs no king.
Aragorn is right...we cannot use it.
You have only one choice..the ring must
The HUM OF THE RING seems to grow louder in Frodo's ears.
Gimli suddenly stands, excited.
Then...what are we waiting for?
Gimli suddenly rushes forward! He swings his axe down on the
ring. The axe shatters with a deafening crack! Gimli falls
backwards, staring in disbelief at the ring...unharmed! Frodo
winces as an angry image of the fiery eye hits him! He slumps
in this chair, clutching his forehead. Gandalf looks at him
The ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son
of Gloin, by any craft that we
here possess. The ring was made in the
fires of Mount Doom...only there can it
be unmade. It must be taken deep into
Mordor, and cast back into the fiery
chasm from whence it came. One of you
must do this.
Stunned silence...the council sits with downcast eyes, as if
a great dread has descended on them. Boromir addresses the
council in a quiet voice
One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its
black gates are guarded by more than just
Orcs. There is evil there that does not
sleep and the Great Eye is ever watchful.
It is a barren wasteland, riddled with
fire and ash and dust...the very air you
breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with
ten thousand men could you do this. It
Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has
said? The ring must be destroyed.
And I suppose you think you're the one to
And if we fail, what then? What happens
when Sauron takes back what is his?
Gimli leaps to his feet!
I will be dead before I see the Ring in
the hands of an Elf! A STORM OF ARGUMENT
erupts around the room. CLOSE ON:
FRODO...sound disappears as he watches in
motion...the angry faces, the shaking fists, the accusatory
fingers, his eyes move across to the ring...the hum grows
louder in his head.
Never trust an Elf!
CLOSE ON: THE RING fills the screen...streams of blood flow
across the surface... flames flicker within the Gold Band.
Do you not understand? While we bicker
among ourselves, Sauron's power grows!
No one will escape it. You will all be
destroyed, your homes burnt and your
families put to the sword!
CLOSE ON: FRODO...breathing rapidly, Caught in the grip of
his hideous vision. With a huge effort or will, Frodo tears
his gaze upon the ring. Frodo suddenly stands...he speaks in
a strong, clear voice.
I will take it...I will take it...I will
take the Ring to Mordor.
Sudden silence...Frodo looks around the room at the astounded
Though...I do not know the way. Gandalf
rises to his feet.
I will help you bear this burden, Frodo
Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear.
If, by my life or death, I can protect
you, I will.
(kneels before Frodo)
...you have my sword. Aragorn steps
forward...followed by Legolas and Gimli.
And you have my bow.
And my axe.
Boromir looks at them all then walks towards Frodo.
You carry the fate of us all, little one.
Boromir looks towards Elrond and Gandalf.
If this is indeed the will of the
Council, then Gondor will see it done.
Frodo stares in wonder as the Greatest Fighters in all Middle
earth stand at his side.
A Sudden Noise...Sam pops up from behind a Bush!
Mr. Frodo's not gong anywhere without me.
No, Indeed...it is hardly possible to
separate you...even when he is summoned
to a secret council and you are not.
Merry and Pippin jump up from behind another bush!
Oi! We're coming too! You'll have to
send us home tied up in a sack to stop
Anyway...you need people of intelligence
on this sort of
Well, that rules you out, Pip.
ELROND SURVEYS THE GROUP
Nine companions ... so be it.
You shall be the "Fellowship of the ring"
Great. Where are we going?