(announcing) You shall be the "Fellowship of the ring"
PIPPIN:
Great. Where are we going?
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INT. FRODO'S BEDROOM, RIVERDELL---DAWN
Close on:
An old sword sliding out of a shabby leather Scabbard...its polished, well tendered Blade glitters cold and bright.
BILBO:
My old sword "Sting"...here, take it!
Bilbo offers Sting to Frodo.
FRODO:
It's so light!
BILBO:
Yes, yes, made by the Elves, you know.
The blade glows blue when Orcs are close...and it's times like that, my lad, when you have to be extra careful.
Bilbo unwraps a small shirt of close woven Mail.
BILBO (CONT'D) Here's a pretty thing. Mithril, as light as a feather, and as hard as dragon scales. Let me see you put it on. Come on.
CLOSE ON:
Frodo peels off his shirt... revealing The Ring on the Chain around his neck.
BILBO (CONT'D) (entranced) Oh! My old Ring... Frodo frowns as Bilbo moves toward him.
BILBO (CONT'D) I should very much like to hold it again, one last time. Bilbo reaches forward, eyes locked on the ring.
(CONTINUED) 79.
CONTINUED:
Suddenly! A shadow passes across Bilbo...for a split second he becomes a wrinkled creature with a hungry face and Bony, groping hands. Frodo pulls away, shocked...the shadow passes.
Bilbo slumps into a chair, his head in his hands. Bilbo falters...his eyes filling with tears.
BILBO (CONT'D) Oh!
BILBO (CONT'D) (sad) I'm sorry, that I brought this upon you, my boy...I'm sorry that you must carry this burden. I'm sorry for everything.