بخش 06

What are they?

They were once men.

Great kings of men.

Then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them nine rings of power.

Blinded by their greed, they took them without question.

One by one, falling into darkness.

Now they are slaves to his will.

They are the Nazgûl.

Ring wraiths.

Neither living nor dead.

At all times they feel the presence of the ring drawn to the power of the One.

They will never stop hunting you.

Where are you taking us?

Into the wild.

How can we know this Strider is a friend of Gandalf?

I think a servant of the enemy would look fairer and feel fouler.

He’s foul enough.

We have no choice but to trust him.

But where is he leading us?

To Rivendell, Master Gamgee.

To the house of Elrond.

Did you hear that? Rivendell.

We’re going to see the elves.

Gentlemen, we do not stop till nightfall.

What about breakfast?

You’ve already had it.

We’ve had one, yes.

What about second breakfast?

Don’t think he knows about second breakfast, Pip.

What about elevenses?

Luncheon?

Afternoon tea?

Dinner?

Supper?

He knows about them, doesn’t he?

I wouldn’t count on it.

Pippin!

What do they eat when they can’t get Hobbit?

Tinúviel elvanui (Tinúviel the elvenfair)

Elleth alfirin ethelhael (Immortal maiden elvenwise)

O hon ring finnil fuinui (About him cast her nightdark hair)

A renc gelebrin thiliol (And arms like silver glimmering)

Who is she?

This woman you sing of.

‘Tis the lady of Luthien.

The elfmaiden who gave her love to Beren, a mortal.

What happened to her?

.She died.

Get some sleep, Frodo.

The power of Isengard is at your command Sauron, Lord of the Earth.

Build me an army worthy of Mordor.

What orders from Mordor, my lord?

What does the Eye command?

We have work to do.

The trees are strong, my lord.

Their roots go deep.

Rip them all down.

This was the great watchtower of Amon Sûl.

We shall rest here tonight.

These are for you.

Keep them close.

I’m going to have a look around.

Stay here.

My tomato’s burst.

Could I have some bacon?

Want a tomato, Sam?

What are you doing?!

Tomatoes, sausages, nice crispy bacon.

We saved some for you, Mr. Frodo.

Put it out, you fools!

Put it out!

That’s nice!

Ash on my tomatoes!

Go!

Back, you devils!

Frodo!

Oh, Sam.

Strider!

Help him, Strider.

He’s been stabbed by a Morgul blade.

This is beyond my skill to heal.

He needs elvish medicine.

Hurry!

We’re six days from Rivendell!

He’ll never make it!

Hold on, Frodo.

Gandalf!