The world is changed.
Han mathon ne nen…
I feel it in the water.
Han mathon ne chae…
I feel it in the Earth.
A han noston ned `wilith.
I smell it in the air.
Much that once was is lost. For none now live who remember it.
TITULO: THE LORD OF THE RINGS
It began with the forging of the great rings. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else, desire power. For within these rings was bound the strength and will to govern each race.
But they were all of them deceived, for another ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a master ring, to control all others.
And into this Ring, he poured his cruelty, his malice, and his will to dominate all life. "One Ring to rule them all."
One by one, the free lands of Middle-earth fell to the power of the Ring. But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of Men and Elves marched against the armies of Mordor, and on the slopes of Mount Doom they fought for the freedom of Middle-earth.
Elf: Tangado haid! Leithio i philinn! (¡Mantenéos firmes! ¡Disparad las flechas!)
Victory was near. But the power of the Ring could not be undone.
It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the King, took up his father`s sword.
Sauron, the enemy of the free-peoples of Middle-earth, was defeated. The Ring passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever. But the hearts of Men are easily corrupted. And the Ring of Power has a will of its own.
It betrayed Isildur to his death. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost.
History became legend, legend became myth, and for two and a half thousand years, the Ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, it ensnared a new bearer.
Gollum: My Precioussssss
The Ring came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains. And there, it consumed him.
Gollum: It came to me, my own, my love, my own, my prrrrreciousssss! Gollum!
The Ring brought to Gollum unnatural long life. For five hundred years it poisoned his mind. And in the gloom of Gollum`s cave, it waited. Darkness crept back into the forest of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the east, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived its time had now come. It abandoned Gollum.
But something happened then the Ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable.
Creature: What’s this?
A Hobbit: Bilbo Baggins of the Shire.
Bilbo: A ring!
Gollum (de lejos): Losssst! My precious is lost!
For the time will soon come when Hobbits will shape the fortunes of all.
(Voz en off): Ahrrmm . . . The 22nd day of September in the year 1400, by Shire-reckoning. Bag End, Bagshot Row, Hobbiton, Westfarthing, the Shire, Middle-earth. The Third Age of this world.
TITULO: THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING
Bilbo: There and Back Again. A Hobbit`s Tale, by Bilbo Baggins.
Bilbo: Now . . . where to begin? Ah, yes.
Bilbo (Voz en off): Concerning Hobbits.
Bilbo (Voz en off): Hobbits have been living and farming in the four Farthings of the Shire for many hundreds of years. Quite content to ignore and be ignored by the world of the Big Folk - Middle-earth being, after all, full of strange creatures beyond count. Hobbits must seem of little importance, being neither renowned as great warriors, nor counted among the very wise.
Bilbo: Frodo! Someone at the door!
Bilbo (Voz en off): In fact, it has been remarked by some that the Hobbits` only real passion is for food.
Bilbo (Voz en off): A rather unfair observation, as we have also developed a keen interest in the brewing of ales, and the smoking of pipe-weed. But where our hearts truly lie is in peace and quiet, and good tilled earth. For all Hobbits share a love of things that grow.
Bilbo (Voz en off): And yes, no doubt, to others our ways seem quaint.
Bilbo (Voz en off): But today, of all days, it is brought home to me, it is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life.
Bilbo: Frodo! The door!
Bilbo: Sticklebacks! Where is that boy? Frodo!
Old Man (cantando):
The road goes ever on and on,
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone,
And I must follow if I can…
Hobbit: You`re late!
Old Man: A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.
Gandalf: So, how is the old rascal? I hear it`s going to be a party of special magnificence.
Frodo: You know Bilbo. He`s got the whole place in an uproar.
Gandalf: Well, that should please him! (risitas)
Frodo: Half the Shire`s been invited. And the rest of them are turning up anyway.
Bilbo (Voz en off): And so, life in the Shire goes on, very much as it has this past Age . . . full of its own comings and goings, with change coming slowly, if it comes at all.
For things are made to endure in the Shire, passing from one generation to the next. There`s always been a Baggins, living here under the Hill . . .
Bilbo: . . . in Bag End. And there always will be.
Frodo: To tell you the truth, Bilbo`s been a bit odd lately. I mean, more than usual.
Frodo: He`s taken to locking himself in his study. He spends hours and hours poring over old maps when he thinks I`m not looking.
Bilbo: Where`s it gone??
Frodo (de nuevo en el carro): He`s up to something.
Frodo All right then keep your secrets.
Frodo: But I know you have something to do with it.
Gandalf: Good gracious me!
Frodo: Before you came along we Bagginses were very well thought of.
Frodo: Never had any adventures or did anything unexpected.
Gandalf: If you’re referring to the incident with the dragon, I was barely involved. All I did was give your uncle a little nudge out of the door.
Frodo: Whatever you did, you’ve been officially labeled a disturber of the peace.
Gandalf: Oh really?
Hobbit children: Gandalf! Gandalf! Fireworks? Gandalf?
El hobbit malhumorado deja de sonreir y vuelve a mirar con malhumor.>
Frodo: Gandalf, I`m glad you`re back.
Gandalf: Whoa, whoa.
Gandalf: And what about very old friends?
Bilbo (sorprendido): Gandalf?
Gandalf: Bilbo Baggins!
Bilbo: My dear Gandalf!
Gandalf: Good to see you! One hundred and eleven years old --who would believe it?
Bilbo: Come on, come in! Welcome, welcome!
Bilbo: It was laid down by my father. What say we open one, eh?
Gandalf: Just tea, thank you.
Bilbo (out of sight): I was expecting you sometime last week! Not that it matters, you come and go as you please. Always have done and always will. You caught me a bit unprepared, I`m afraid. We`ve only got cold chicken and a bit of pickle ... Oh, there`s some cheese here- oh no, that won`t do. Err, we got raspberry jam and an apple tart ... Not much for afters, I`m afraid. Oh, no -we`re all right! I`ve found some sponge-cake.
Gandalf (appearing right behind Bilbo): Just tea, thank you.
Bilbo: Oh, right!
Gandalf: Oh no, not at all.
Bilbo: It`s the Sackville-Bagginses!
Sackville-Baggins (fuera): I know you`re in there!
Bilbo (alarmado): They`re after the house. They`ve never forgiven me for living this long!
Bilbo: I`ve got to get away from these confounded relatives hanging on the bell all day, never giving me a moment`s peace!
Bilbo: I want to see mountains again, mountains Gandalf! And then find somewhere quiet where I can finish my book. Oh, tea! ( se apresura a preparar el té.)
Gandalf (acomodándose todavía): So, you mean to go through with your plan, then.
Bilbo: Yes, yes. It`s all in hand. All the arrangements are made.
Gandalf: Frodo suspects something.
Bilbo: ‘Course he does. He`s a Baggins! Not some block-headed Bracegirdle from Hardbottle.
Gandalf: You will tell him, won`t you?
Bilbo: Yes, yes.
Gandalf: He`s very fond of you.
Bilbo: (una pausa. Bilbo tiene una mirada alejada. Una expresión de pesar recorre su cara.) I know.
Bilbo: I feel thin -- sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.
Bilbo: Old Toby. The finest weed in the Southfarthing.
Bilbo: Ahh! Gandalf, my old friend. This will be a night to remember!
Frodo: Go on Sam! Ask Rosie for a dance!
Frodo: Oh no you don’t! Go on!
Bilbo: There I was, at the mercy of three monstrous trolls! And they were all arguing amongst themselves about how they were going to cook us, whether it be turned on a spit or whether they should sit on us one by one and squash us into jelly.
Bilbo: They spent so much time arguing the wither-tos and why-fors, that the sun’s first light cracked over the top of the trees - poof!
Bilbo: And turned them all to stone!
Joven hobbit #1: Quickly!
Gandalf: Whoa! Up they go.
Joven hobbit #1: No, no the big one, big one
Bilbo: Mrs Bracegirdle, how nice to see you! Welcome, welcome. Are all these children yours?
Bilbo: Good gracious. You have been productive!
Bilbo (aterrado): S-S-Sackville-Bagginses!
Bilbo: Quickly! Hide!
Bilbo: Thank you my boy.
Bilbo: You`re a good lad, Frodo.
Bilbo: I`m very selfish, you know. Yes, I am. Very selfish . . . I don`t know why I took you in after your mother and father died, but it wasn`t out of charity. I think it was because, of all my numerous relations, you were the one that showed real . . . spirit.
Frodo: Bilbo, have you been at the Gaffer`s home brew?
Bilbo: No. Well, yes. But that`s - that`s - not the point. The point is, Frodo (se pausa y parece poco seguro de lo que decir ) - you`ll be alright.
Hobbit #2: Done.
Hobbit #1 (pasándolo): You’re supposed to stick it in the ground!
Hobbit #2 (devolviéndoselo): It is in the ground.
Hobbit #1: Outside!
Hobbit #2: It was your idea!
Hobbit: Look at that!
Frodo: Bilbo? Bilbo, watch out for the dragon!
Bilbo: Dragon? Nonsense! There hasn’t been a dragon in these parts for a thousand years…
Hobbit #1: That was good!
Hobbit #2: Let’s get another one!
Hobbits : Aah!
Gandalf: Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took. I might have known.
Hobbits: Speech, Bilbo! Speech!
Bilbo: My dear Bagginses and Boffins,
Proudfoot Hobbit: Proudfeet!
Bilbo : Today is my 111-11th birthday!
Hobbits: Happy birthday!
Hobbit: Happy birthday!
Bilbo: Alas, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits.
Bilbo: I, uh, I h-have things to do.
Gandalf (apareciendo de repente en el salón): I suppose you think that was terribly clever.
Bilbo (alarmado por la presencia inesperada de Gandalf): Come on Gandalf! Did you see their faces?
Gandalf: There are many magic rings in this world, Bilbo Baggins, and none of them should be used lightly.
Bilbo: It was just a bit of fun! Oh you’re probably right, as usual. You will keep an eye on Frodo, won’t you?
Gandalf: Two eyes - as often as I can spare them.
Bilbo: I’m leaving everything to him.
Gandalf: What about this Ring of yours, is that staying too?
Bilbo: Yes, yes. It’s in an envelope over there on the mantelpiece.
Bilbo: No, wait, it`s --here in my pocket. Heh, isn’t that, isn’t that odd though?
Gandalf: I think you should leave the Ring behind, Bilbo. Is that so hard?
Bilbo: Well no… and yes!
Gandalf: There’s no need to get angry.
Bilbo: Well, if I’m angry, it’s your fault!
Gandalf (alterándose): Precious? Its been called that before, but not by you.
Bilbo: Argh! What business is it of yours what I do with my own things!
Gandalf: I think you’ve had that Ring quite long enough.
Bilbo (muestra sus puños): You - want it for yourself!
Gandalf: Bilbo Baggins!
Gandalf: Do not take me for some conjurer of cheap tricks. I am not trying to rob you. I’m trying to help you.
Gandalf: All your long years we’ve been friends. Trust me as you once did, hmm? Let it go.
Bilbo: Yes, it is time.
Gandalf: Bilbo …
Bilbo (se pausa): Hmm?
Gandalf: … the Ring is still in your pocket.
Bilbo (tímido): Oh, yes …
Bilbo: I’ve thought up an ending for my book.
Gandalf: And I’m sure you will my dear friend.
Bilbo: Good bye, Gandalf.
Gandalf: Good bye, dear Bilbo.
Bilbo: The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began …
Gandalf: Until our next meeting.
Voz de Bilbo: Its mine, my own, my precious!
Frodo: Bilbo! Bilbo!
Frodo: He`s gone hasn`t he? He talked for so long about leaving. I didn`t think he`d really do it.
Gandalf: …along with all his possessions. The Ring is yours now. Put it somewhere out of sight.
Frodo: Where are you going?
Gandalf: There are some things that I must see to.
Frodo (confundido): What things?
Gandalf: Questions. Questions that need answering!
Frodo: But you`ve only just arrived! I don`t understand.
Gandalf: Neither do I. Keep it secret. Keep it safe.
Voice: Shire!!! Baggins!!!
Voz de Gandalf: The Year 3434 of the Second Age. Here follows the account of Isildur, High King of Gondor and the finding of the Ring of Power.
Gandalf (leyendo las palabras de Isildur): "It has come to me, the One Ring. It shall be an heirloom of my kingdom. All those who follow in my bloodline shall be bound to its fate for I will risk no hurt to the Ring. It is precious to me, though I buy it with great pain. <> The markings upon the band begin to fade. The writing, which at first was as clear as red flame, has all but disappeared. A secret now that only fire can tell."
Black Rider: Shire. Baggins.
Merry and Pippin (cantando):
Hey ho, to the bottle I go!
To heal my heart and drown my woe.
Rain may fall and wind may blow.
But there still be –
many miles to go!
Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain,
and the stream that falls from hill to plain.
Better than rain or rippling brook –
(Pippin acaba con un solo ) is a mug of beer inside this Took!"
First Hobbit: There`s been some strange folk crossing the Shire. Dwarves, and others of a less than savoury nature.
Second Hobbit: War is brewing. The mountains are fair teeming with goblins.
Third Hobbit: Far-off tales and children`s stories, that`s all that is. You`re beginning to sound like that old Bilbo Baggins. Cracked, he was.
Second Hobbit: Young Mr Frodo, here, he`s cracking! (risas)
Frodo (llegando con bebidas): And proud of it! Cheers, Gaffer!
Third Hobbit: Well, it`s none of our concern what goes on beyond our borders. Keep your nose out of trouble, and no trouble`ll come to you.
Rosie (les sonríe): Goodnight, lads.
Intoxicated Hobbit: Goodnight, sweet maiden of the Golden Ale!
Sam: Mind who you`re sweet talking.
Frodo: Don`t worry, Sam. Rosie knows an idiot when she sees one.
Sam (lleno de dudas): Does she?
Frodo: Goodnight Sam.
Sam: Goodnight, Mister Frodo.
Gandalf: Is it secret?! Is it safe?!
Frodo (alarmado): What are you doing?!
Gandalf: Hold out your hand Frodo, it’s quite cool.
Gandalf: What can you see? Can you see anything?
Frodo: Wait. There are markings.
Frodo: It`s some form of Elvish. I can’t read it.
Gandalf: There are few who can. The language is that of Mordor, which I will not utter here.
Gandalf: In the common tongue it says, "One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them. One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them."
Gandalf: This is the One Ring. Forged by the Dark Lord Sauron in the fires of Mount Doom. Taken by Isildur from the hand of Sauron himself.
Frodo: Bilbo found it. In Gollum`s cave.
Gandalf: Yes. For sixty years the Ring lay quiet in Bilbo`s keeping, prolonging his life, delaying old age. But no longer Frodo. Evil is stirring in Mordor. The Ring has awoken. It`s heard its master`s call.
Frodo: But he was destroyed! - Sauron was destroyed.
Gandalf: No, Frodo. The spirit of Sauron endured. His life force is bound to the Ring, and the Ring survived. Sauron has returned. His Orcs have multiplied. His fortress at Barad-Dûr is rebuilt in the land of Mordor. Sauron needs only this Ring to cover all the lands of a second darkness. He is seeking it, seeking it - all his thought is bent on it. The Ring yearns above all else to return to the hand of its master. They are one, the Ring and the Dark Lord. Frodo, he must never find it.
Frodo: Alright, we put it away. We keep it hidden. We never speak of it again. No one knows it`s here, do they?
Gandalf: There is one other who knew that Bilbo had the Ring. I looked everywhere for the creature Gollum. But the enemy found him first.
Gandalf: I don’t know how long they tortured him. But amidst the endless screams and inane babble, they discerned two words . . .
Gollum (chillando): Shire!!! Baggins!!!
Frodo: Shire. Baggins. But that would lead them here!
Hobbit: Who goes there?
Frodo: Take it Gandalf! Take it!
Gandalf: No, Frodo.
Frodo (desesperado): You must take it!
Gandalf: You cannot offer me this Ring!
Frodo: I`m giving it to you!
Gandalf: Don`t tempt me Frodo! I dare not take it. Not even to keep it safe. Understand Frodo, I would use this Ring from a desire to do good. But through me, it would wield a power too great and terrible to imagine.
Frodo: But it cannot stay in the Shire!
Gandalf: No! (Más suavemente) No, it can`t.
Frodo: What must I do?
Gandalf: You must leave, and leave quickly.
Frodo: Where? Where do I go?
Gandalf: Get out of the Shire. Make for the village Bree.
Frodo: Bree. What about you?
Gandalf: I`ll be waiting for you, at the Inn of the Prancing Pony.
Frodo: And the Ring will be safe there?
Gandalf: I don`t know Frodo. I don`t have any answers. I must see the head of my order. He is both wise and powerful. Trust me Frodo, he’ll know what to do. You’ll have to leave the name of Baggins behind you, for that name is not safe outside the Shire.
Gandalf: Travel only by day. And stay off the road.
Gandalf: My dear Frodo. Hobbits really are amazing creatures! You can learn all that there is to know about their ways in a month, and yet after a hundred years, they can still surprise you.
Gandalf: Confound it all Samwise Gamgee! Have you been eavesdropping?!
Sam (sin respiración y temeroso): I haven`t dropped no eaves sir, honest. I was just cutting the grass under the window there, if you follow me.
Gandalf: A little late for trimming the verge, don’t you think?
Sam: I heard raised voices.
Gandalf: What did you hear?! Speak!!!!
Sam: N-n-n-nothing important. That is I heard a good deal about a Ring and a Dark Lord and something about the end of the world but… Please, Mister Gandalf sir, don’t hurt me. Don’t turn me into anythin’ --unnatural.
Gandalf: Come along Samwise, keep up!
Gandalf: Be careful both of you. The enemy has many spies in his service: birds, beasts.
Sam: This is it.
Sam: If take one more step, it’ll be the farthest away from home I’ve ever been.
a Galad ren i veniar
hi` aladhremmin ennorath
A Elbereth Gilthoniel
ithil nâ thûl, ithil lîn hen
O Light to us that wander here
Amid the world of woven trees!
O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath!
Frodo: They`re going to the harbour beyond the White Towers. To the Grey Havens.
Sam: They`re leaving Middle-earth.
Frodo: Never to return.
Sam: I don`t know why - it makes me sad.
Sam: Everywhere I lie there`s a dirty great root sticking into my back.
Frodo (medio dormido): Just shut your eyes, and imagine you`re back in your own bed, with a soft mattress and a lovely feather pillow.
Sam: It`s not working Mr. Frodo. I`m never going to be able to sleep out here.
Frodo: Me neither, Sam.
Figure: Smoke rises from the mountain of Doom. The hour grows late and Gandalf the Grey rides to Isengard seeking my counsel. For that is why you have come, is it not...my old friend?
Saruman: You are sure of this?
Gandalf: Beyond any doubt.
Saruman: So, the Ring of Power has been found.
Gandalf: All these long years it was in the Shire, under my very nose.
Saruman: Yet you did not have the wit to see it. Your love of the halfling’s leaf has clearly slowed your mind.
Gandalf: But we still have time. Time enough to counter Sauron if we act quickly.
Saruman: Time?! What time do you think we have?
Saruman: Sauron has regained much of his former strength. He cannot yet take physical form, but his spirit has lost none of its potency. Concealed within his fortress, the Lord of Mordor sees all -- his gaze pierces cloud, shadow, earth and flesh. You know of what I speak, Gandalf -- a great Eye... lidless... wreathed in flame.
Gandalf: The Eye of Sauron.
Saruman: He is gathering all evil to him. Very soon he will summon an army great enough to launch an assault upon Middle Earth.
Gandalf: You know this? How?
Saruman: I have seen it.
Gandalf: A Palantír is a dangerous tool, Saruman.
Saruman: Why? Why should we fear to use it?
Gandalf: They are not all accounted for, the lost Seeing Stones. We do not know who else may be watching!
Gandalf (alarmado): The Nine!
Saruman: They crossed the River Isen on Midsummer`s Eve, disguised as riders in black.
Gandalf: They`ve reached the Shire?!
Saruman: They will find the Ring… and kill the one who carries it.
Saruman: You did not seriously think that a hobbit could contend with the will of Sauron? There are none who can. Against the power of Mordor there can be no victory. We must join with him, Gandalf. We must join with Sauron. It would be wise, my friend.
Gandalf: Tell me, "friend", when did Saruman the wise abandon reason for madness?!
Saruman: I gave you the chance of aiding me willingly. But you...have elected...the way of pain!
Frodo: What are you talking about?
Sam: It`s just something Gandalf said.
Frodo: What did he say?
Sam: "Don’t you lose him, Samwise Gamgee!" And I don`t mean to.
Pippin: Frodo? Merry! It`s Frodo Baggins.
Merry: Hello Frodo!
Sam: Get off him!
Frodo: What`s the meaning of this?
Merry: Hold this.
Sam: You`ve been into Farmer Maggot`s crop!
Merry: ‘Dunno why he is so upset. It’s only a couple of carrots!
Pippin: And some cabbages. And those few bags of potatoes that we lifted last week and, and the mushrooms the week before!
Merry: Yes Pippin! My point is, he is clearly overreactin’. Run!
Pippin: Ooh! That was close.
Merry: Oowwww! I think I`ve broken something.
Sam: Trust a Brandybuck and a Took!
Merry: What?! That was just a detour, a shortcut.
Sam: A shortcut to what?
Pippin: That’s mine!
Merry: Here is a nice one Sam.
Frodo: I think we should get off the road.
Frodo: Get off the road! Quick!
Sam: Shhh! Stop it! Be quiet!
Merry: What was that?