CD No. 4 Episode IV: The Ring Goes South



t h e r i n g g o e s s o u t h

Frodo: I, Frodo, son of Drogo will take the Ring, though I do not know the
way.

Elrond: If I understand aright all that I have heard, I think that the task
is appointed for you, Frodo; and that if you do not find a way, no one
will. This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet
fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. But it is a heavy
burden. So heavy that none could lay it on another. I do not lay it on you.
But if you take it freely, I will say that your choice is right.

[A chair is pushed aside and members of the Counsil mutter in surprise]

Sam: But you won't send him off alone surely, Master Elrond?

Elrond: No indeed, Sam Gamgee! You at least shall go with him. It is hardly
possible to seperate you from him, even when he is summoned to a secret
council and you are not.

Sam: It's a nice pickle we've landed ourselves in, Mr. Frodo!

- - - - -

Narrator: The hobbits were nearly two months in the House of Elrond. Health
and hope grew strong in them, and they were content with each new day as it
came. Autumn waned. A wind began to blow chill from the Misty Mountains to
the east. The Hunter's Moon waxed round in the sky, and put to flight all
the lesser stars. But low in the South one star shone red. Every night, it
shone brighter and brighter. Frodo could see it from his window, deep in
the heavens burning like a watchful eye. December was passing, when Elrond
summoned the hobbits to him.

Elrond: The time has come. Our scouts have returned. It would seem that the
Ringwraithes are scattered, and have gone empty and shapeless back to the
Dark Lord. Who knows how long it will be before they find new steeds? If
the Ring is to set out, it must go soon. But those who go with it must not
count on their errand being aided by war or force. They must pass into the
domain of the Enemy far from aid. Do you still hold to your word, Frodo,
that you will be the Ring-bearer?

Frodo: I do. And Sam Gamgee will go with me.

Elrond: I can not help you much, not even with counsel. I can foresee very
little of your road; and how the task is to be achieved I do not know. But
I will choose your companions to go with you, as far as they will or
fortune allows. The number must be few, since your hope is in speed and
secrecy. The Company of the Ring shall be Nine; and the Nine Walkers shall
be set against the Nine Riders that are evil. With you and your faithful
servant, Gandalf will go; for this shall be his great task, and maybe the
end of his labours. For the rest, they shall represent the other Free
Peoples of the World: Elves, Dwarves, and Men. Legolas shall be for the
Elves; and Gimli son of Gloin for the Dwarves. They are willing to go at
least to the passes of the Mountains, and perhaps beyond. For Men you shall
have Aragorn son of Arathorn, for the Ring of Isildur concerns him closely.

Frodo: Strider!

Aragorn: Yes, I ask leave once again to be your companion, Frodo.

Frodo: I would have begged you to come, only I thought you were going to
Minas Tirith with Boromir.

Aragorn: I am. But your road and our road lie together for many hundreds of
miles. Therefore Boromir will also bo one of the Company. He is a valiant
man.

Elrond: There remain two more to be found. These I will consider. Of my
household I may find some that it seems good to me to send.

Pippin: But - but that will leave no place for Merry and me! We don't want
to be left behind. We want to go with Frodo.

Elrond: That is because you do not understand and cannot imagine what lies
ahead.

Gandalf: Neither does Frodo. Nor does any one of us see clearly. I think,
Elrond, that in this matter it would be well to trust rather to their
friendship than to great wisdom. Even if you chose for us an elf-lord, such
as Glorfindel, he could not storm the Dark Tower, nor open the road to the
Fire by the power that is in him.

Elrond: You speak gravely, but I am in doubt. The Shire is not now free
from peril; I had thought to send these two back to warn the people of
their danger. In any case, I judge that the younger of these two, Peregrin
Took, should remain. My heart is against his going.

Pippin: Then you will have to lock me in prison, or send me home tied in a
sack. For otherwise I will follow the Company.

[Frodo laughs quietly and Elrond sighs]

Elrond: Let it be so then. You shall go. Now the tale of Nine is filled. In
seven days the Company must depart.

- - - - -

Narrator: The Sword of Elendil was forged anew by Elvish smiths, and on its
blade was traced a device of seven stars set between the crescent Moon and
the rayed Sun, and about them was written many runes. And Aragorn gave it a
a new name and called it Andúril, Flame of the West.

Bilbo: Frodo...

Frodo: Yes?

Bilbo: ...your sword was broken at the Ford of Bruinen. I took it to keep
it safe but I forgot to ask if the smiths could mend it. There's no time
now. So, I thought perhaps you would care to have this.

[A sword is drawn]

Bilbo: Now, this is Sting. I got it from the trolls on the way to Smaug's
Mountain. Take it, if you like. I don't suppose I shall want it again.

Frodo: Thank you. I will guard it well.

Bilbo: Also, there's this!

[Bilbo unwraps the shirt of mail]

Bilbo: It is a pretty thing, isn't it? And useful. It's my dwarf-mail that
Thorin gave me. I brought all the mementoes of my Journey away with me. But
I - I don't need it now, except to look at sometimes. You hardly feel any
weight when you put it on.

Frodo: Well I, but... but I should loo... well, I - I don't think I should
look right in it.

Bilbo: That's just what I said myself. But never mind about looks. You can
wear it under your outer clothes. But don't tell anybody else! I should
feel happier if I knew you were wearing it. I have a fancy it would turn
even the knives of the Black Riders.

Frodo: Very well, I will take it.

[Frodo takes the mail shirt]

Frodo: Bilbo?

Bilbo: Hm?

Frodo: I - I cannot thank you as I should, for this, and all your past
kindnesses.

Bilbo: Oh, don't try, don't try! I'd hoped you might be able to help me
with my book. Have you thought of an ending, yet?

[Frodo laughs]

Frodo: Yes, several, and they're all dark and unpleasant.

Bilbo: Oh, now that won't at all! Books ought to have good endings. Now how
would this do: and they all settled down and lived together happily ever
after?

[They both laugh]

Frodo: It will do very well, if it ever comes to that.

- - - - -

[Wind is blowing. A horn cries out]

Elrond: Slow should you be to wind that horn again, Boromir, until you
stand once more on the borders of your land, and dire need is on you.

Boromir: Maybe. But always have I let my horn cry at setting forth as a
sign to the foes of Gondor, and though thereafter we may walk in shadows, I
will not go forth as a thief in the night.

Elrond: Be that as it may, you should all of you fear the many eyes of the
servants of Sauron.

Gandalf: Well-counseled, Master Elrond. We will be vigilant.

Elrond: And have you all you need for your long journey: food, clothes, and
blankets?

Gimli: More than enough, for dwarves make light of burdens. Shirt of steel
and a strong axe are all I need.

Pippin: And how are we to carry it all?

Sam: Never you mind that! You didn't think Bill would desert us?

[Bill neighs]

Sam: This animal can nearly talk, and would talk, if he stayed here much
longer. He gave me a look as plain as you could speak it yourself, Mr.
Pippin: if you don't let me go with you, Sam, I'll follow on my own.

[Pippin and Sam laugh]

Sam: Well, you oughtn’t to have took up with us, Bill, my lad. You could
have stayed here, et the best hay till the new grass groes. Right, now
then. Have I forgotten anything?

[He rummages through his bag]

Sam: There's cooking gear, salt, pipe-weed, flint, tinder, ro - rope! No
rope! And only last night you said to yourself: "Sam, what about a bit of
rope? You'll want it, if you haven't got it." Well, I'll want it. I can't
get it now.

Aragorn: Come! It is time to set forth.

Elrond: Farewell, and may the blessing of Elves and Men and all Free Folk
go with you. May the stars shine upon your faces!

- - - - -

Narrator: They crossed the bridge and wound slowly up the steep paths that
led out of the cloven vale of Rivendell; and they came at length to the
high moor where the wind hissed through the heather. Then with one glance
at the Last Homely House twinkling below them they strode away far into the
night. At first, it seemed to the hobbits that although they walked and
stumbled until they were weary, they were creeping forward like snails,
getting nowhere. Yet steadily the mountains were drawing nearer. They had
been a fortnight on the way when just as the sun was rising, they reached a
low ridge crowned with ancient holly-trees.

[A cold wind blows]

Pippin: There are mountains ahead of us. How shall we cross them?

Gimli: There is the land where the Dwarves worked of old. The places there
stand tall in our dreams, but I know them, and their names. For under them
lies Khazad-dûm, the Dwarrowdelf, that is now called the Black Pit, Moria
in the elvish tongue. Yonder stands the Redhorn, cruel Caradhras.

Gandalf: Cruel or not, we must climb to the Redhorn Gate, under the far
side of Caradhras. We shall come then down by the Dimrill Stair into the
deep vale of the Dwarves.

Gimli: My heart trembles at the thought that I may see it.

Gandalf: May you have joy at the site, Gimli. but we at least cannot stay
in that valley. We must go down the Silverlode into the secret woods, and
so to the Great River, and then -

Frodo: And then...

Gandalf: To the end of the journey - in the end. We cannot look too far
ahead. Let us be glad that the first stage is safely over. I think we will
rest here, now that the day is breaking. Sleep.

- - - - -

Narrator: At dusk, the Company set out, and turning now half-east, they
steered their course towards Caradhras, which glowed faintly red in the
last light of the vanished sun. By the third morning, they had reached the
foot of the Mountain, and the weary Company lay down to sleep. But Frodo
was uneasy and wakeful. And so it was, he overheard Gandalf and Aragorn.

[Wind blows and a fire crackles softly]

Gandalf: Winter deepens behind us. The heights away north are whiter than
they were. Tonight we shall be on our way high up towards the Redhorn Gate.
We may well be seen by watchers on that narrow path; but the - the weather
may prove a more deadly enemy than any. What do you think?

Aragorn: We must go on. It is no good delaying the passage of the
mountains. Further south there are no passes, until one comes to the Gap of
Rohan. I do not trust that way since your news of Saruman's desire for the
Ring. Who knows now which side which side Théoden and the marshals of the
Horse-lords serve?

Gandalf: Who knows indeed! But there is another way, and not by the pass of
Caradhras: the dark and secret way we have spoken of.

Aragorn: But let us not speak of it again! Not yet. Say nothing to the
others I beg, until it is plain there is no other way.

- - - - -

Narrator: But to Frodo's relief, when evening came, Gandalf chose the way
over the pass. The narrow path wound under a sheer wall of cliffs to the
left, above which the grim flanks of Caradhras towered up, invisible in the
gloom. On the right was a gulf of darkness, where the land fell suddenly
into a deep ravine. Snow began to fall, filling all the air and swirling
into their eyes.

[A wind blows strongly and heavy snow falls]

Sam: Hoo! I don't like this at all. Snow's all right on a fine morning, but
I like to be in bed while it's falling. I wish this lot would go off to
Hobbiton! Folk might welcome it there.

Gandalf: This is what I feared. What do you say now, Aragorn?

Aragorn: That I feared it too, but less than other things. I knew the risk
of snow, though it seldom falls heavily so far south, save high up in the
mountains. But we are not high yet; we are still far down, where the paths
are usually open all the winter.

Boromir: I wonder if this a contrivance of the Enemy. They say in my land
that he can govern the storms in the Mountains of Shadow that stand upon
the borders of Mordor. He has strange powers and many allies.

Gimli: His arm has grown long indeed, if he can draw snow down from the
North to trouble us here three hundred leagues away.

Gandalf: His arm has grown long.

- - - - -

Narrator: They tramped on again. But they had not gone more than a furlong
when the storm returned with fresh fury. The wind whistled and the snow
became a blinding blizzard.

[The storm rages loudly]

Boromir: Do you hear the voices? They're mocking us.

Aragorn: It is but the wind.

Boromir: There are fell voices on the air.

[Boulders crash in the distance]

Boromir: And those stones are aimed at us. It is the Enemy!

Gimli: It is the Mountain itself. Caradhras was called the Cruel, and had
an ill name, long years ago, when the name of Sauron had not been heard of.

Merry: It doesn't matter who it is. It's attacking us!

Pippin: What can we do?

Gandalf: Either stop where we are, or go back. It's no good going on. We
should have no shelter up there from snow, stones - or anything else.

Aragorn: It is no good going back while the storm holds. We passed no place
on the way up that offered more shelter than this cliff-wall we are under
now.

Sam: Shelter! If this is shelter, then one wall and no roof make a house.

- - - - -

Narrator: The Company gathered together as close to the cliff as they
could. All night long, eddying blasts swirled round them from every side,
and the snow flowed down in ever denser clouds. Towards dawn, the wind
began to fall, and the snow stopped. As the light grew stronger it showed a
silent shrouded world. Below their refuge were white humps and domes and
shapeless deeps beneath which the path that they had trodden was altogether
lost; but the heights above were hidden in great clouds still heavy with
the threat of snow.

Gimli: Caradhras has not forgiven us. He has more snow yet to fling at us,
if we go on. The sooner we go back and down the better.

Merry: But that is easier said than done. I see no way. How can we go back?

Legolas: If Gandalf would go before with a bright flame, he might melt a
path for you.

Gandalf: If Elves could fly over mountains, they might fetch the sun to
save us. But I must have something to work on. I cannot burn snow.

Boromir: Well, when heads are at a loss bodies must serve. The strongest of
us must seek a way. Though all is deep in snow, our path, as we came up,
turned about that shoulder of rock down there. If we can reach that point,
it would prove easier beyond.

Aragorn: Come, then. Let us force a path thither, you and I!

Narrator: Slowly they moved off, and were soon toiling heavily. In places
the snow was breast-high, and often Boromir seemed to be swimming or
burrowing with his great arms rather than walking. At length, they drove a
passage through the great drifts, and with the hobbits clinging to their
backs, they reached the foot of the Mountain.

- - - - -

Gimli: Enough, enough Caradhras! We are departing as quickly as we may. The
Mountain has defeated us.

Gandalf: We cannot go on tonight. Our attempt on the Redhorn Gate has tired
us out. We must rest, for a while.

Frodo: And then where are we to go?

Gandalf: We still have our journey and our errand before us. We have no
choice but to go on, or to return to Rivendell.

Frodo: Then we must go on - if there is a way.

Gandalf: There is a way we may attempt. But it is not a pleasant way.

Merry: If it is a worse road than the Redhorn Gate, then it must be evil
indeed. But you had better tell us about it, and let us know the worse at
once.

Gandalf: The road I speak of leads to the Mines of Moria.

Gimli: Moria!

Legolas: The road may lead to Moria, but how can we hope that it will lead
through Moria?

Boromir: It's a name of ill omen. Nor do I see the need to go there. To
enter Moria would be to walk into a trap, hardly better than knocking at
the gates of the Dark Tower itself.

Gandalf: I would not lead you into Moria if there were no hope of coming
out again. If there are orcs there, it may prove worse for us, it is true.
But there is even a chance that Dwarves are there.

Gimli: It is long now since Balin son of Fundin ventured into the deep hall
of his fathers, and we have heard nothing. But I will tread the path with
you! I will go and look on the halls of Durin, whatever may wait there - if
you can find the doors that are shut.

Gandalf: Good, Gimli! You encourage me. In the ruins of the Dwarves, a
dwarf's head will be less easy to bewilder than Elves or Men's or Hobbits.
Yet it will not be the first time that I have been to Moria. I passed
through, and I came out alive!

Aragorn: I too once passed through the Dimrill Gate, but though I also came
out again, the memory is very evil. I do not wish to enter Moria a second
time.

Pippin: And I don't want to enter it even once.

Sam: Nor me.

Gandalf: Of course not! Who would? But the question is: who will follow me,
if I lead you there?

Aragorn: I will, if this last warning does not move you. It is not of the
Ring, nor of us others that I am thinking now, but of you, Gandalf. And I
say to you: if you pass the doors of Moria, beware!

Boromir: I will not go, unless the vote of the whole Company is against me.
What do Legolas and the Halflings say? The Ring-bearer's voice surely
should be heard?

Legolas: I do not wish to go to Moria.

Sam: Master Frodo?

Frodo: I do not wish to go, but neither do I wish to refuse the advice of
Gandalf. I beg that there should be no vote, until after we have slept.
Gandalf would get votes easier than in this cold gloom. Oh! How the wind
howls!

[Wolves begin to cry]

Aragorn: How the wind howls! It is howling with wolf-voices. The Wargs have
come west of the Mountains!

Gandalf: Need we wait till morning then? The hunt is up! Even if we live to
see the dawn, who now will wish to journey south by night with wild wolves
on his trail?

Boromir: How far is Moria?

Gandalf: There was a door south-west of Caradhras, some fifteen miles as
the crow files, and maybe twenty as the wolf runs.

Boromir: Then let us start as soon as it is light, if we can.

Pippin: I wish I had taken Elrond's advice, Sam. I really am no good at
all. These howls freeze my blood. I don't ever remember feeling so
wretched.

Sam: My heart's right down in my toes, Mr. Pippin. But we aren't etten yet,
and there are some stout folk here with us. Whatever may be in store for
old Gandalf, I'll wager it isn't a warg's belly.

Boromir: Come on! Let us move up to that ring of stone and light a fire
there. Darkness and silence will be no protection against hunting packs.

- - - - -

[A fire crackles. Wargs growl]

Frodo: Do you see, Sam? They have come! Shining eyes in the dark,
everywhere!

Sam: I don't like the way that great brute over there is looking at us. He
must be their leader.

Aragorn: Put an arrow to your bow, Legolas.

Gandalf: Listen, Hound of Sauron! Gandalf is here. Fly, if you value your
foul skin! I will shrivel you from tail to snout, if you come within this
ring.

[The wargs' howling intensifies]

Aragorn: Now, Legolas!

[Legolas fires an arrow]

Pippin: Well done, Legolas!

Merry: Right through his throat!

Pippin: They're running away.

Boromir: No hope of that. They're massing for an attack!

Gandalf: Fling fuel on the fire!

[Legolas fires arrows into the approaching pack of wargs]

Gandalf: Draw your swords!

[Swords are drawn from their scabbards]

Gandalf: Swords and arrows will not prevail long. There are too many. Give
me that branch out of the fire.

Naur an edraith ammen! Naur dan i ngaurhoth!

[Flames roar through the air]

Merry: The tree's on fire! All the trees are on fire. The whole hill's
ablaze!

Pippin: They're running away.

Frodo: Yes!

Sam: What did I tell you, Mr. Pippin? Wolf won't get old Gandalf. That was
an eye-opener, and no mistake! Nearly singed the hair on my head!

- - - - -

Narrator: When the full light of the morning came no signs of the wolves
were to be found, and they looked in vain for the bodies of the dead.

Gandalf: It is as I feared. These were no ordinary wolves hunting for food
in the wilderness.

Legolas: My arrows look as if they'd never been used, and yet I killed four
wargs.

Aragorn: We have not seen the last of them, I fear.

Gandalf: We must reach the doors of Moria before sunset, or I fear we shall
not reach them at all. Let us go.

Boromir: I don't know which to hope, that Gandalf will find what he seeks,
or that when we come to the cliff we shall find the gates lost for ever.
All choices seem ill, and to be caught between wolves and the wall the
likeliest chance. Lead on!

- - - - -

Narrator: The day was drawing to its end, and cold stars were glinting in
the sky, high above the sunset when the Company reached the place they
sought. Vast cliffs reared their stern faces in the fading light, and
stretching almost to the foot of the cliffs, a gloomy lake, green and
stagnant.

Gandalf: Well, here we are, at last. While I'm searching for the doors,
will you make ready to enter the mines? And strap all you need on your
backs. For here, I fear, we must say farewell to our good beast of burden.

Sam: You - you can't leave poor old Bill behind in this forsaken place! I
won't have it. That's flat. After he's come so far and all!

Gandalf: I am sorry, Sam. But when the Door opens I do not think you will
be able to drag your Bill inside, into the long dark of Moria.

Sam: He'd follow me into a dragon's den, if I led him. It'd be nothing
short of murder to turn him loose with all these wolves about.

Gandalf: It will be short of murder, I hope.

Go with words of guard and guiding on you. Make your ways to places where
you can find grass, and so come in time to Elrond's house.

Merry: Well, here we are and all ready. But where are the Doors? I can't
see any sign of them.

Gandalf: Dwarf-doors are not made to be seen when shut. They are invisible,
and their own masters cannot find or open them, if their secret is
forgotten. Look! Can you see anything now?

Frodo: Yes, there are faint lines upon the face of the rock, look! Uh, an
anvil and a hammer, and above them a crown, a - and seven stars, and two
trees, each bearing crescent moons.

Gimli: The emblems of Durin!

Legolas: The Tree of the High Elves!

Gandalf: And in the center, the Star of Fëanor.

Frodo: What does the writing say?

Gandalf: The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter.

Merry: What does it mean, speak, friend, and enter?

Gimli: That's plain enough. If you are a friend, speak the password, and
the doors will open.

Boromir: And what is the password?

Gandalf: I do not know.

Boromir: Then what was the use of bringing us to this accursed spot?

Gandalf: I do not know the word - yet.

Pippin: What are you going to do, then?

Gandalf: Knock on the doors with your head, Peregrin Took. I will seek for
the opening words.

Boromir: You'd best speak swiftly. Those are the voices of wolves!

Gandalf: Be patient.

Annon edhellen, edro hi ammen!
Fennas nogothrim, lasto beth lammen!

Boromir: Nothing.

Pippin: What are we going to do?

Gandalf: Be patient, I said!

Edro, edro! Open, open!

Pippin: The Doors won't move.

[Bill neighs]

Boromir: Don't let the pony run away! We shall need him still, if the
wolves don't find us. Why did you bring us here, Gandalf...

Gandalf: Huh?

Boromir: ...to be trapped between cliffs and this foul lake?

[Boromir throws a stone into the lake]

Boromir: Boromir, why did you do that? I - I hate this place, too, but I am
afraid of the pool.

Merry: Oh, how I wish we could get away!

Pippin: Why doesn't Gandalf do something quick?

Gandalf: I have it! Of course, of course! Absurdly simple, like most
riddles when you see the answer. Mellon!

[The heavy doors slowly open]

Merry: How did you do that?

Gandalf: You gave me the clue yourself. I was wrong.

Merry: What did I say?

Gandalf: You asked the meaning of the words speak, friend, and enter. The
translation should have been: Say "friend" and enter. I had only to speak
the Elvish for friend and the doors opened. Quite simple. Too simple for a
learned lore-master like me. Let us waste no more time! We must enter.

Frodo: That pool... it's as if it were alive.

[Tentacles rise loudly out of the water. Frodo screams and Bill neighs]

Frodo: Something's got me by the foot!

Sam: Bill... come back here!

Frodo: Help me! Help me! Sam, it's dragging me into the pool!

Sam: Bill! Bill! Oh! Hang-it-all! Hold on, Mr. Frodo - I'll cut at it with
my knife. There's more tentacles coming out of the water!

Frodo: Quickly - quickly, Sam!

[He cries out]

Sam: Ah! What a foul smell! There now, Mr. Frodo. Run! Run, Mr. Frodo! Run!

Gandalf: Into the gateway! Up the stairs! Quick!

Pippin: It's coming after us! Like a host of snakes! What shall we do?

Gandalf: Get you inside, Peregrin Took!

[A loud crashing sound is heard]

Aragorn: The vile thing has closed the doors on us.

[Members of the Fellowship breathe heavily. Sam begins to cry]

Sam: Poor old Bill! Wolves and snakes! But the snakey things were too much
for him. I had to choose, Mr. Frodo. I had to come with you.

Frodo: Sam, what was the - the thing, or... or were there many of them?

Gandalf: I do not know, but the arms were all guided by one purpose.
Something has crept, or has been driven out of dark waters under the
mountain. There are older, fouler things than Orcs in the deep places of
the world.

Boromir: In the deep places of the world! And thither are we going against
my wish.

Gandalf: Oh...

Boromir: Who will lead us now in this deadly dark?

Gandalf: I will.

Gimli: And I will walk by your side.

Frodo: How long is it going to take?

Gandalf: I cannot say. It depends on many chances. But going straight,
without mishap or losing our way, we shall take three or four marches, I
expect. It cannot be less than forty miles from West-door to East-gate in a
direct line, and the road may wind much. Come. Follow my staff!

Narrator: Gandalf held his staff aloft, and from its tip there came a faint
radiance which just showed the ground before his feet. They started on
their way. By the pale light, they caught glimpses of stairs and arches and
of passages and tunnels, sloping up, or running steeply down, or opening
blankly dark on either side.

[The Company's muffled footsteps are heard]

Gimli: I've lived much of my life in ways beneath the mountains, but I have
never known anything like this. The Mines of Moria are intricate beyond my
imagination.

Gandalf: And the memories of my journey through those dark paths long ago
are of little help now. Let us explore this way.

Merry: What's happening? Are we lost?

Pippin: I don't like it.

Aragorn: Do not be afraid!

Pippin: Oh, but I am.

Aragorn: I have been with Gandalf on many a journey, if never one so dark;
there are tales of greater deeds of his than any I have seen. He will not
go astray - if there is any path to be found.

Merry: I hope you're right.

Gandalf: Come. This is the way.

Aragorn: Be careful - before you trip! There are holes and pitfalls
everywhere.

Gandalf: Take care! There is a crack running across our path.

Pippin: How are we to get over it? It must be seven foot wide!

Gandalf: Jump over it, Peregrin Took.

Pippin: Listen to the water down below. It must be hundreds of feet - oh, I
can't jump!

Gandalf: Come on, follow me!

[Gandalf jumps]

Legolas: Take my hand, Pippin. We'll jump together!

- - - - -

Narrator: As these dangers became more frequent, their march became slower.
A deep uneasiness, growing to dread, began to creep over Frodo.

[Frodo shivers]

Frodo: Nothing but darkness and the sound of our feet.

[The sound of the Company's footsteps are heard as they walk through the
mines]

Frodo: That's Gimli... Boromir, Legolas...

[A set of footsteps is heard that is distinct from the others. Frodo gasps]

Frodo: But who's that? Bare feet, pattering alone! But not hobbit-feet...
No, no... I - I must be imagining it.

[The footsteps continue]

Frodo: No! It's there...

Gandalf: We must halt a while. There are three passages ahead. Each of them
seems to lead in the same general direction. I have no memory of this place
at all! And I am too weary to decide. I expect that you're as weary as I,
or wearier. We will stay here for what remains of the night.

Boromir: Night! Here day and night are one. It is ever dark.

Gandalf: But outside, the late moon is riding westward and the middle night
has passed. We must find somewhere to rest.

Merry: There's some sort of chamber over here.

Gandalf: Steady! You do not know what is inside yet. I - I will go first.

[He enters the chamber]

Gandalf: And it is as well that I did so. Come here, all of you.

[Their footsteps approach]

Gandalf: Do you see that great hole in the middle of the floor?

Gimli: This seems to have been a guardroom, made for the watching of the
three passages. That hole was plainly a well for the guards' use.

Gandalf: Come - let us make ourselves as comfortable as we can.

[They sit]

Pippin: Oh... there's a chill air comes up from that well. Wonder how deep
it is? Let's try dropping a stone down it. Hm - nothing. Will it ever reach
the bottom?

[A soft crash is heard as Pippin's stone hits the bottom of the well]

Gandalf: What was that?

Pippin: Oh, uh - nothing at all! Just dropped a stone down the well.

Gandalf: Fool of a Took! This is a serious journey, not a hobbit walking-
party. Throw yourself in next time, and then you'll be no further nuisance.
Now be quiet!

[Sharp rapping is heard in the distance]

Pippin: What's that...?

[Gandalf quickly shushes him]

Gimli: That was the sound of a hammer, or I've never heard one.

Gandalf: Yes, and I do not like it. It may have nothing to do with
Peregrin's foolish stone; but probably something has been disturbed that
would have been better left quiet. Pray, do nothing of the kind again! Let
us hope we shall get some rest without further trouble. You, Pippin, can go
on the first watch, as a reward.

Narrator: Pippin sat miserably in the pitch dark, but after an hour Gandalf
relieved him. And the last thing Pippin saw, as sleep took him, was the old
wizard huddled on the floor, smoking his pipe.

- - - - -

Narrator: Six hours later, Gandalf roused them all from sleep.

Gandalf: I have made up my mind. I do not like the feel of the middle way;
and I do not like the smell of the left-hand way: there is foul air down
there, or I am no guide. I shall take the right-hand passage. It's time we
began to climb again.

- - - - -

Narrator: For eight dark hours, they marched on; and met no danger. The
passage wound steadily upwards until, suddenly, it vanished. They seemed to
have passed through some arched doorway into a black and empty space.

Gandalf: I chose the right way. At last we are coming to the habitable
parts, and my guess is we are not far now from the eastern side. But we are
high up, a good deal higher than the Dimrill Gate. From the feeling of the
air we must be in a wide hall. There used to be great windows on the
mountain-side, but it is night outside, and we cannot tell until morning.
In the meantime, we'd better go no further. Things have gone well so far,
and the greater part of the dark road is over. But we are not through yet,
and it is a long way down to the Gates that open on to the world. Let us
rest, if we can.

- - - - -

Sam: There must have been a mighty crowd of dwarves here at one time, and
every one of them busier than badgers for five hundred years to make all
this, and most in hard rock too! What did they do it all for? Well, they
didn't live in these darksome holes surely?

Gimli: These are not holes. This is the great realm and city of the
Dwarrowdelf. And of old it was not darksome, but full of light and
splendour, as is still remembered in our songs.

The world was fair, the mountains tall,
In Elder Days before the fall
Of mighty kings in Nargothrond
And Gondolin, who now beyond
The Western Seas have passed away:
The world was fair in Durin's Day.

A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shone for ever fair and bright.

Unwearied then were Durin's folk
Beneath the mountains music woke:
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
And at the gates the trumpets rang.

The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen-cold
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.

Sam: I like that! I should like to learn it. In Moria, in Khazad-dûm! But
did none of your people ever return here?

Gimli: Thrór only dared pass the Doors, and he perished. And then, thirty
years ago, Balin listened too long to the whispers of the mighty works and
treasures of our fathers hidden in Khazad-dûm, and he resolved to come
here. He took with him Ori and Óin and many of our folk. And for a while,
we had news - and it seemed good. Then there was silence. And no word has
ever come from Moria since.

Sam: B - but are there piles of jewels and gold lying about here still?

Gandalf: Piles of jewels? No. The Orcs have often plundered Moria; there is
nothing left in the upper halls.

Sam: But, what then - what do the dwarves want to come back for?

Gandalf: For mithril. Here alone in the world was found Moria-silver, or
true-silver as some have called it. It's worth was ten times that of gold.
But even as mithril was the foundation of their wealth, so also it was
their destruction: they delved too greedily and too deep, and disturbed
that from which they had fled, Durin's Bane, a Balrog, the most powerful
and terrible of the servants of Sauron.

Sam: But is there any mithril to be found now?

Gandalf: Bilbo had a corslet of mithril-rings that Thorin gave him. I
wonder what has become of it?

Gimli: A corslet of Moria-silver? That was a kingly gift!

Gandalf: Yes. I never told him, but its worth was greater than the value of
the whole Shire and everything in it. But we must sleep now, while we have
the chance. Frodo?

Frodo: Yes?

Gandalf: Your's is the first watch.

- - - - -

[A member of the Company is snoring softly]

Frodo: Well, fancy! Me, walking about with the price of the Shire under my
jacket!

[He laughs to himself]

Frodo: Did Bilbo know, I wonder? Oh, I wish we were back together at Bag
End, and that I had never heard of Moria, or mithril - or the Ring.

[The bare footsteps are heard again]

Frodo: There's something staring at me - two pale, luminous eyes. Oh... no,
there's nothing. I must have nearly fallen asleep on guard. I - I was on
the edge of a dream.

- - - - -

Narrator: When the Company awoke, they found a dim light falling on their
faces. High up above the eastern archway, through a shaft near the roof,
came a long, pale gleam.

Gandalf: Good morning! For morning it is at last.

[The Company wakes, coughing and sighing]

Gandalf: I was right, you see. We are high up on the east side of Moria.
Before today is over we ought to find the Great Gates and see the waters of
Mirrormere lying in the Dimrill Dale before us.

Gimli: I shall be glad. I have looked on Moria, and it is very great, but
it has become dark and dreadful; and we have found no sign of my kindred. I
doubt now that Balin ever came here.

Gandalf: We must go on again.

Boromir: Which way shall we take? Yonder eastward arch?

Gandalf: Eh... maybe. But we ought to look about us. Let us go towards that
light in the north door. There's another chamber here, on the right. The
stone door stands half open.

Boromir: There's a slab of white stone.

Frodo: It looks like a tomb. See? There are runes graven on it.

Gandalf: These are Daeron's Runes, such as were used of old in Moria.

Gimli: "Balin, son of Fundin. Lord of Moria."

Gandalf: He is dead then. I feared it was so.

Gimli: The shadow lies upon his tomb in Moria, in Khazad-dûm.

[Legolas moves through the ruins]

Legolas: There are bones strewn about in the dust. Broken swords and axe -
this is an orc-scimitar!

Merry: There are some chests in the wall here, too.

Gandalf: Hm?

Merry: Oh, but they've all been broken into.

[He opens a chest]

Merry: Oh, there's something still in this one, though. It - it looks like
a book.

Gandalf: Bring it here to me.

Merry: Oh - it's got burned. Oh, and there's some old blood on it.

Gandalf: Careful, careful! Careful - the pages are cracked. They'll
crumble.

[Gandalf turns the pages]

Gandalf: It seems to be a record of the fortunes of Balin's folk. I guess
that it began with their coming here. Listen! We drove out orcs from the
great gate.

Pippin: Orcs! There was always talk of orcs back in the Shire.

Frodo: Yes.

Legolas: They are the oldest and bitterest of our foes. They were bred by
Melkor, the Evil One who Sauron served in envy and mockery of the Elves.
They are filled with malice and hate even their own kind. And deep in their
hearts, they loathe the master whom they serve and fear.

[More pages turn]

Frodo: The book is written in many different scripts.

Gandalf: Here is a bold hand, using an Elvish script.

Gimli: That would be Ori's hand.

Gandalf: Ah... I fear he had ill tidings to record. Look, here - the tenth
of November, Balin, Lord of Moria, fell in Dimrill Dale. And here, on the
last page of all - They have taken the Bridge and the second hall. We
cannot get out. Drums, drums in the deep. I wonder what that means? The
last thing written is in a trailing scrawl of letters: they are coming.
There is nothing more.

[The sound of deep drums resonate in the Chamber]

Boromir: Listen!

Gandalf: Drums in the deep.

Legolas: They are coming!

Gimli: We cannot get out.

Gandalf: Trapped! Why did I delay? Here we are, caught, just as they were
before. But I was not here then.

Aragorn: Slam the doors and wedge them! We may get a chance to cut our way
out yet.

Gandalf: No, we must not get shut in! Keep the east door jarred. We will go
that way, if we get a chance.

[Orcs scream outside the chamber]

Boromir: They are coming!

[Swords are drawn]

Gandalf: Wait a moment, Boromir! Do not close the door yet. Who comes
hither to disturb the rest of Balin Lord of Moria?

[The Orcs laugh]

Orc: Uruk-hai!

Gandalf: Let us see what we have to face. Stand back!

[Light explodes from Gandalf's staff. The Orcs scream]

Gandalf: Close the door!

[The door closes with a loud thud]

Gandalf: There are Orcs, very many of them. Some are large and evil: black
Uruks of Mordor. There is no hope of escape that way.

Boromir: And no hope at all, if they come at the other door as well.

Aragorn: There is no sound outside the eastern door. The passage plunges
straight down a stair: but it is no good flying blindly this way with the
Orcs in pursuit behind us. For we cannot block this door.

Gandalf: We must do something to delay the enemy, first.

[Loud crashes are heard against the door]

Boromir: They're trying to force the door.

Aragorn: It will never hold!

[The door slides open. An Orc enters the Chamber, screaming]

Orc: Uruk-hai!

Aragorn: Frodo, look out for his spear!

[Frodo gasps in pain]

Sam: Master! Get away, you dirty great brute!

Aragorn: Stand aside - let Andúril speak!

[A sword clashes with armour. The Orc screams]

Merry: Straight through his helmet!

Gandalf: Now! Now is the last chance. Run for it!

Aragorn: Go on ahead. I will carry Frodo.

Frodo: I am all right. I can walk. Put me down!

Aragorn: I thought you were dead!

Gandalf: There is no time for wonder. Off you go, all of you, down the
stairs! Wait a few minutes for me at the bottom. If I do not come soon, go
on!

Aragorn: We cannot leave you to hold the door alone!

Gandalf: Do as I say! Swords are no more use here. Go!

[The Company runs quickly]

Sam: Come on then, Mr. Frodo. Do as he says. Now, down we go. You lean on
me.

Frodo: Yes, thank you, Sam.

[Gandalf is heard yelling far away]

Frodo: That's Gandalf's voice!

[Gandalf's incantation blasts, and stone crumbles in the distance.
Gandalf's running footsteps approach]

Frodo: Gandalf!

Gandalf: Well, well! That's over. I've done all that I could. But don't
stand here. Go on!

Frodo: Yes.

Gandalf: You'll have to do without light for a while: I am rather shaken.
Keep close, all of you!

Frodo: All right.

- - - - -

Narrator: At the end of an hour, they had gone a mile, or maybe a little
more, and had descended many flights of stairs.

[Drums continue to be beaten in the air]

Gandalf: It's getting hot! We ought to be down at least to the level of the
Gates now. But I must rest here a moment, even if all the orcs ever spawned
are after us.

Gimli: What happened away up there at the door? Did you meet the beater of
drums?

Gandalf: I do not know. But I found myself suddenly confronted by something
that I had not met before. I put a shutting-spell on the door. But the
counter-spell was terrible. The door burst in pieces. Something dark as a
cloud was blocking out all the light inside. I was thrown backwards down
the stairs. All the hall gave way, and the roof of the Chamber as well, I
think.

Gimli: So Balin is buried deep.

Gandalf: And maybe something else is buried there, too. But at least the
passage behind us was completely blocked. Oh! I have never felt so spent.
And now what about you, Frodo?

Frodo: Mm? What about me? I am alive and whole, I think. I am bruised and
in pain, but it is not too bad.

Aragorn: Well, I can only say that Hobbits are made of a stuff so tough
that I have never met the like of it. That spear-thrust would have skewered
a wild boar!

Gandalf: You take after Bilbo. There's more about you than meets the eye,
as I said of him long ago. Come, I am rested. Let us go on.

- - - - -

Gimli: Wait! There is a light ahead, but it is not daylight! It is red.

Gandalf: Ah, there is some devilry here, devised for our welcome no doubt.
Come and look! You see the great hall that lies beyond? Across it runs a
great fissure of fire. If we had come by the main road, down from the upper
halls, we should have been trapped here. But now let us hope the fire lies
between us and our pursuers. The gates are near. We go down here to the
left, across the Bridge of Khazad-dûm, up a broad stair, along a wide road,
and out!

[Orcs begin to shout]

Pippin: The orcs are coming, but they can't get across the fire!

Boromir: They didn't expect this. The fire has cut them off.

Gandalf: Look ahead. Slow down! The Bridge is near. It is dangerous and
narrow.

Gimli: It was the ancient defense against our enemies. They could only pass
across it in single file. The chasm is of a depth immeasurable!

Gandalf: Lead the way, Gimli! Pippin and Merry next. Straight on and up the
stair!

Legolas: They're massing beyond the fire. Two great trolls are coming with
slabs of stone to bridge the chasm.

[The Orcs scream]

Legolas: They're crowding away. Something is coming that they fear. Ai! Ai!
A Balrog! A Balrog is coming!

[Fire fills the air]

Gimli: The scourge of our people, Durin's Bane!

Gandalf: A Balrog. Now I understand. What an evil fortune! And I am already
weary.

[A whip cracks in the air]

Gandalf: Over the bridge! This is a foe beyond any of you. I must hold the
narrow way. Fly!

Boromir: I will not yield!

Aragorn: Nor I!

Gandalf: You cannot pass. I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the
flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of
Udûn. Go back to the Shadow! You cannot pass.

[The Balrog roars fire]

Gandalf: You cannot pass, I say! Back to your darkness!

[The Balrog roars again]

Gandalf: Back from this place, or I shall plunge you into the abyss! Then
fall, spawn of Melkor, fall!

[Gandalf's staff breaks the bridge. The Balrog flings its whip, catching
hold of Gandalf, who cries out]

Frodo: Gandalf!

[Gandalf's voice is quickly lost]

Gandalf: Fly, you fools!






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