User:Amroth/Screenplays/Peter Jackson's The Fellowship of the Ring/The Mirror or Galadriel
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