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

FRODO:

(fevered calling) Gandalf...Gandalf?

EXT. ISENGARD -- NIGHT Low angle...looking up at ORTHANC...the tower of Isengard, gleaming in the moonlight. The camera rises to reveal the once beautiful gardens are not a pitted wasteland...with smoke and fire billowing out of numerous tunnels and vent holes that litter the forecourt of ORTHANC. Strange guttural chants echo up from deep underground. The camera is rising...a small moth flutters into shot...and leads the camera towards the summit or Orthanc. Gandalf lies slumped against the wall at the very top of Orthanc, surrounded by a sheer 500 foot drop. He looks Weak and Frail...and is seemingly asleep. The MOTH flutters close to Gandalf. His hand suddenly moves at lighting speed and SNATCHES THE MOTH. Gandalf brings his hand close to his face and opens it. The moth sits on the palm of his hand as Gandalf mutter strange words in a foreign tongue.

Close on:

THE MOTH'S face... seemingly listening.

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It suddenly flutters away. CAMERA FOLLOWS the moth off the Orthanc summit, but drops past the moth...falling down, down, towards the pitted wasteland, straight into a fiery red tunnel!

INT. CAVERNS BELOW ISENGARD -- NIGHT The dead trees of Isengard are fed into roaring furnaces...molten metal pours into casts...red hot metal, beaten my sweating orc blacksmiths...armor and weapons are forged from the great furnaces. Saruman strides among the ORCS and stands looking on a new born uruk-hai as it escapes its birthing membrane...this is LURTZ, who rises up to stand before his master.

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EXT. TROLLSHAW FOREST CLEARING -- NIGHT

Close on:

Frodo...his eyes flicker open...clouded, red- rimmed...his brow, beaded with sweat.

PIPPIN:

Is he going to die? Frodo's breathing is getting shallow. Strider looks out into the darkness.

STRIDER:

No. He is passing into the shadow world, he will soon become a wraith like them.

A DISTANT CRY of a RINGWRAITH carries through the air.

MERRY:

(nervous) They're close.

Frodo gasps in sudden pain.

STRIDER:

(thinking hard) Sam, do you know the Athelas plant? Sam looks blank.

SAM:

Athelas?

STRIDER:

Kingsfoil.

SAM:

Kingsfoil. Aye. It's a weed.

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STRIDER:

It may help to slow the poison. Hurry!

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EXT. TROLLSHAW FOREST -- NIGHT Sam and Strider desperately search the dark forest floor for the Athelas plant. Close on: A small, white flowered plant!

Strider drops to one knee, carefully pulling it from the ground.

SUDDENLY! STRIDER FREEZES AS A SWORD BLADE TOUCHES HIS NECK.

ARWEN (O.S.) What is this? A Ranger caught off his guard?

Strider slowly looks up.

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EXT. TROLLSHAW FOREST CLEARING -- NIGHT Frodo is breathing hard, desperately ill. Frodo's half-