[Horn blowing in distance]
Legolas: The Horn of Gondor.
Aragorn: Boromir!
[the Fellowship exits Rivendell, with Frodo in front]
Frodo: Mordor, Gandalf, is it left or right?
Gandalf: Left.
Saruman: The hour is later than you think. Sauron's forces are already moving. The Nine have left Minas Morgul.
Gandalf: The Nine?
Saruman: They crossed the River Isen on Midsummer's Eve, disguised as riders in black.
Gandalf: They've reached the Shire?
Saruman: They will find the Ring,
and kill the one who carries it.
[Frodo awakens to hear Aragorn singing in the dark]
Frodo: Who is she? This woman you sing of?
Aragorn: 'Tis the Lay of Lúthien. The Elf-maiden who gave her love to Beren, a mortal.
Frodo: What happened to her?
Aragorn: She died.
[He sighs, turns back to Frodo]
Aragorn:
Get some sleep, Frodo.
Bilbo: [enigmatically] You're a good lad, Frodo. I'm very selfish, you know. Yes, I am. Very selfish. I don't know why I took you in after your mother and father died but it wasn't out of charity. I think it was because... of all my numerous relations, you were the one Baggins that showed real spirit.
Frodo: Bilbo, have you been at the Gaffer's home brew?
Bilbo: No.
[pause]
Bilbo: Well, yes, but that's not the point...
[the Hobbits mourn the loss of Gandalf]
Aragorn: Legolas, get them up!
Boromir: Give them a moment for pity's sake!
Aragorn: By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs!... We must reach the woods of Lothlórien.
Frodo: We must leave the Shire. Sam and I must get to Bree.
Merry: Right... Buckleberry Ferry! Follow me!
Gandalf: [speaking the words engraved on the Ring] Ash Nazg Durbatuluk, Ash Nazg Gimbatul, Ash Nazg Thrakatuluk, Agh Burzum-ishi Krimpatul.
[the light darkens and the air rumbles]
Elrond: Never before has any one dared utter the words of that tongue here in Imladris.
Gandalf: I do not ask for pardon, Master Elrond, for the
Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the West.
Frodo: I miss the Shire. I spent all my life pretending I was off somewhere else. Off with you, on one of your adventures. But my own adventure turned out to be quite different. I'm not like you, Bilbo.
Bilbo: My dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Grubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles and Proudfoots!
Everard Proudfoot: Proudfeet!
Gandalf: They are one; the ring and the Dark Lord. Frodo, he must never find it.
Frodo: [gets up to hide the ring] All right. We'll put it away. We'll keep it hidden, we'll never speak of it again. No one knows it's here, do they?
[Gandalf doesn't answer]
Frodo: Do they, Gandalf?