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

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GANDALF (CONT'D) It reads, "The door of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter."

MERRY:

What do you suppose that means?

GANDALF:

(confident) It's quite simple. If you are a friend, speak the password and the doors will open.

Gandalf raises his arms... GANDALF (CONT'D) (incanting) Annon edhellen, edro hi ammen!

The cliff towers into the night, the wind blows cold, Frodo shivers... and the door stands fast!

LATER:

GANDALF CONTINUES... Mumbling spells in his efforts to open the door. Sam packs pots and pans at his feet...watching sadly as Aragorn un- saddles Bill the pony. CLOSE ON: ARAGORN whispering to Bill the Pony.

ARAGORN:

(whispering) Mines are no place for a Pony, even one so brave as Bill.

SAM:

Bye, Bill.

ARAGORN:

Go on, Bill, go on..don't worry, Sam...he knows his way home. Aragorn slaps Bill on the rump...Bill goes trotting off. CLOSE

ON:

Sam watching Bill disappear into the darkness.

SAM:

Goodbye, Bill.

SPLASH! Merry and Pippin are tossing stones into the lake.

Black Rippling rings slowly fan out. Pippin is about to throw another stone, but Aragorn grabs his arm.

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ARAGORN:

(ominous) Do not disturb the water.

Aragorn watches anxiously as the Ripples appear to grow....he exchanges a look with Boromir.

Aragorn's hand creeps towards his sword. Gandalf gives up in despair...he sits down beside Frodo. Close on: Frodo peers at the Elvish inscription...his face breaks into a smile of comprehension.

FRODO:

(quietly) It's a riddle... Gandalf raises his eyebrows... FRODO (CONT'D) (explaining) Speak, friend, and enter. What's the Elvish for friend?

GANDALF:

Oh...mellon.

With that, the rock face silently divides in the middle and two great Doors swing outwards... revealing a blackness deeper than the night. As the Fellowship enter the Blackness, something in the water stirs.... INT. MORIA GATE -- NIGHT The Fellowship step warily into the darkness of Moria...a Dank cavern, with winding steps leading deeper into the mountain.

GIMLI:

So, master elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the dwarves; roaring fires, malt beer, red meat off the bone.

This, my friend, is the home of my cousin, Balin...and they call this a Mine... (snorting) A mine!

A Glow from Gandalf's Staff suddenly lights the chamber... The Fellowship recoil in Horror! Many dwarf Skeletons are strewn about, clearly the dead of some old battle...the rusting armor and shields are peppered with arrows and axes.

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BOROMIR:

(grimly) This is no mine...it's a tomb!