指环王1：护戒使者 The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring Movie Script

Frodo stands silent for a moment..the murmur of the Wind in the trees and the distant roar of the falls of Rauros can be heard BOROMIR (CONT'D) Let me help you. There are other ways, Frodo..other paths that we might take.

FRODO:

I know what you would say, and it would seem like wisdom but for the warning of my heart.

BOROMIR:

Warning? Against what?

Boromir has started forward towards Frodo, he pulls himself up.

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BOROMIR (CONT'D) We are all afraid, Frodo. But to let that fear drive us to destroy what hope we have...don't you see that is madness?

FRODO:

There is no other way.

BOROMIR:

I ask only for the strength to defend my people.

(angrily drops the wood he has collected) If you would but lend me the ring...

FRODO:

No. . .

Frodo steps hurriedly away from Boromir.

BOROMIR:

Why do you recoil? I am no thief.

FRODO:

(wary) You are not yourself.

BOROMIR:

What chance do you think you have? They will find you, they will take the ring and you will beg for death before the end.

Frodo turns to leave.

BOROMIR (CONT'D) You fool! It is not yours save by unhappy chance...it might have been mine.

It should be mine. Give it to me! Give me the ring.

Boromir leaps on top of Frodo, grasping for the ring! Frodo has only moments to act. Frodo rips the ring from around his neck..and rams it on his finger.

FRODO DISAPPEARS Boromir spins wildly around, yelling into thin air!

BOROMIR:

I see your mind...you will take the ring to Sauron. You will betray us! You go to your death and the death of us all.

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(2) BOROMIR (CONT'D) Curse you! Curse you and your Halflings!

Boromir stumbles and falls. His body shakes as if in the Throes of a fit...slowly he comes to.

BOROMIR (CONT'D) (Disoriented) Frodo! Frodo! What have I done. Please, Frodo... EXT. SEEING SEAT -- DAY IN THE TWILIGHT WORLD: FRODO races through the misty twilight world, past the foggy shapes of twisted trees. Somewhere behind him, Boromir's distraught voice carries from another dimension: BOROMIR (O.S.) I'm sorry, Frodo...Frodo... Frodo suddenly finds himself on the stone steps...he clambers up the stairs, onto a high seat, perched on four stone pillars. Frodo cowers on the seat, like a lost child upon the throne of mountain kings. The world of mist swirls around him. Frodo peers out from the seat...the world seems to shrink. In all directions, Views of far off lands telescope towards him through the mist. IMAGES: ORCS spilling out of holes in the misty mountains... flames rising from Mirkwood...grim faced easterlings march to war...black ships sailing into the south. All the power of the Dark Lord is in motion. Frodo moves his gaze towards the east...fire explodes against the smoke, as a huge mass of black battlements fills Frodo's vision. A mountain of iron, immeasurably strong,

tower of adamant:

Barad-dur, FORTRESS OF SAURON!