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

GIMLI:

Stay close, young hobbits..they say a Sorceress lives in these woods. An elf- witch of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell... Frodo hesitates...a STRANGE VOICE whispers in his head... GALADRIEL (V.O.) Frodo...

GIMLI:

And are never seen again!

GALADRIEL (V.O.) ...your coming to us is as the footsteps of doom. You bring great evil here, Ringbearer.

SAM:

Mr. Frodo?

GIMLI:

Well, here's one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox!

(CONTINUED) 99.

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The FELLOWSHIP are suddenly surrounded by ARMED ELVES.

Deadly arrows aimed at their heads. HALDIR, the Elvish captain steps forward... he looks at Gimli with disdain.

HALDIR:

The dwarf breathes so loud we could have shot him in the dark.

(Elvish:

with subtitles) Haldir of Lorien, we come here for your help. We need your protection.

GIMLI:

Aragorn! These woods are perilous. We should go back.

HALDIR:

You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. You cannot go back.

Haldir's eyes lock onto Frodo.

HALDIR (CONT'D) Come, she is waiting.

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EXT. LOTHLORIEN HILLTOP -- DAY Haldir leads the Fellowship onto a Hill Top. They look with wonderment at the vista spread before them.

Several miles towards the South, a Large Hill rises out of the woods. Upon the hill rise many mighty Mallorn Trees, taller than any others...Nestled high in the crown of the mallorns is a Beautiful City. It Gleams in the low rays of the late afternoon sun..green, gold, and silver. To the east of Caras Galadhon, the Woods of Lorien run down the pale gleam of Anduin, the great river. Beyond the River, the land appears flat and empty, formless and vague, until far away, it rises again like a dark and dreary wall. The Sun that lies on Lothlorien has not power to enlighten the shadows that lie beyond.

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INT. CELEBORN'S CHAMBER, CARAS GALADHON -- NIGHT 100.

ANGLE ON:

THE FELLOWSHIP step onto a wide fleet filled with a soft light. The walls are green and silver, the roof gold and in its midst is the trunk of the might Mallorn tree, now tapering toward its crown. Celeborn steps forward to greet the guests. His hair is long and silver, his face grave and beautiful, with no sign of age upon it. Next to him stands Galadriel, the Lady of the Elves. She has hair of deep gold and timeless, unsurpassed beauty. Celeborn looks hard at Aragorn...

CELEBORN:

Eight there are, yet nine there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him.

Frodo looks at Galadriel, standing silently beside Celeborn.

GALADRIEL (V.O.) (softly aloud) ...he has fallen into shadow. Galadriel looks to Aragorn.

GALADRIEL (CONT'D) The Quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all...Yet hope remains while the company is true.

Galadriel's eyes settle on Sam.

GALADRIEL (CONT'D) Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Galadriel's eyes turn to Frodo...her voice fades.

GALADRIEL (CONT'D) Tonight you will sleep in peace.