بخش 10

Frodo!

Boromir.

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.

As you wish.

I care not.

So, Gandalf, you try to lead them over Caradhras.

And if that fails, where then will you go?

If the mountain defeats you will you risk a more dangerous road?

There is a fell voice on the air.

It’s Saruman!

He’s trying to bring down the mountain!

Gandalf, we must turn back!

No!

Cuiva nwalca Carnirasse (Wake up cruel Redhorn)

Nai yarvaxea rasselya(May your bloodstained horn)

taltuva nottocarinnar(fall upon enemy heads!)

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 Isengard!

We cannot pass over a mountain.

Let us go under it.

Let us go through the mines of Moria.

Moria.

You fear to go into those mines.

The dwarves delved too greedily and too deep.

You know what they awoke in the darkness of Khazaddûm?

Shadow and flame.

Let the ringbearer decide.

We cannot stay here!

This will be the death of the hobbits.

Frodo?

We will go through the mines.

So be it.

Frodo, come and help an old man.

How is your shoulder?

Better than it was.

And the ring?

You feel its power growing, don’t you?

I’ve felt it too.

You must be careful now.

Evil will be drawn to you from outside the fellowship.

And, I fear, from within.

Who then do I trust?

You must trust yourself.

Trust your own strengths.

What do you mean?

There are many powers in this world for good or for evil.

Some are greater than I am.

And against some I have not yet been tested.

The walls of Moria.

Dwarf doors are invisible when closed.

Yes, Gimli, their own masters cannot find them if their secrets are forgotten.

Why doesn’t that surprise me?

Well, let’s see.

Ithildin.

It mirrors only starlight and moonlight.

It reads; The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria.

Speak, friend, and enter.

What do you suppose that means?

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

Annon Edhellen, edro hi ammen (Gate of the elves, open now for me)

lasto beth lammen(listen to the word of my tongue)

Nothing’s happening.

I once knew every spell in all the tongues of elves men and orcs.

What are you going to do, then?

Knock your head against these doors, Peregrin Took!

And if that does not shatter them and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions I will try to find the opening words.

Ando Eldarinwa(Gate of elves)

a lasta quettanya(listen to my word)

Fenda Casarinwa(threshold of dwarves)

Mines are no place for a pony.

Even one so brave as Bill.

Byebye, Bill.

Fennas Nogothrim(Doorway of the dwarffolk)

Go on, Bill.

Go on.

Don’t worry, Sam, he knows the way home.

Do not disturb the water.

Oh, it’s useless.

It’s a riddle.

Speak ‘friend’ and enter.

What’s the elvish word for friend?

Mellon.

Soon, master elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the dwarves.

Roaring fires, malt beer, ripe meat off the bone!

This, my friend, is the home of my cousin Balin.

And they call it a mine.

A mine!

This is no mine. It’s a tomb.

No..

No!

Goblins.

We make for the Gap of Rohan.

We should never have come here.

Now, get out of here.

Get out!

Frodo!

Help!

Strider!

Help!

Get off him!

Aragorn!

Frodo!

Into the mines!

Legolas!

Into the cave!

Run!

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 orcs in the deep places of the world.

Quietly now.

It’s a fourday journey to the other side.

Let us hope that our presence may go unnoticed.