SOUNDS



The Return of the King


"And there Saruman must remain, under your guard."

"No! He has no power anymore."

"Peregrin Took! I'll take that my lad. Quickly now!"

"No word. Nothing."

"Do we know that?"

"That Frodo is alive. Yes, yes he's alive."

"Three days ride, as the Nazgul flies. And you'd better hope we don't have one of those on our tail."

"Run Shadowfax. Show us the meaning of haste."

"You're in the service of the Steward now. You're going to have to do as you're told. Peregrin Took, Guard of the Citadel."

"It's the deep breath before the plunge."

"There never was much hope, just a fool's hope."

"End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver clouds. And then you see it."

"White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise."

"No. No it isn't."



The Two Towers

"You are tracking of two young hobbits."

"They passed this way, the day before yesterday. They met someone they did not expect. Does that comfort you?"

"Through fire, and water. From the lowest dungeon to the highest peak, I fought him, the Balrog of Morgoth."

"Until at last I threw down my enemy and smote his ruin upon the mountainside."

"Darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time. Stars wheeled overhead, and every day was as long as life-age of the earth. But it was the end. I felt life in me again. I've been sent back until my task is done."

"Gandalf? Yes, that was what they used to call me. Gandalf the Grey. That was my name."

"I am Gandalf the White, and Ive come back to you now, at the turn of the tide."

"One stage of your journey is over, another begins. War has come to Rohan. We must ride to Edoras with all speed."

"*whistling for Shadowfax*"

"Shadowfax. He's the lord of all horses, and has been my friend through many dangers."

"The veiling shadow that glowers in the east takes shape. Sauron will suffer no rival. From the summit of Barad-dur his eye watches... But he is not so mighty yet that he is above fear. Doubt ever gnaws at him. The rumor has reached him. The heir of Numenor still lives. Suaron fears you, Aragorn. He fears what you may become. And os he will strike hard and fast to the world of men. He will use his puppet Saruman to destroy Rohan. War is coming. Rohan must defend itself and therein lies our first challeneg, for Rohan is weak and ready to fall. The king's mind is enslaved is some device of Saruman's. His hold over King Theoden is now very strong. Sauron & Saruman are tightening the noose. But for all their cunning, we have one advantage."

"The ring remains hidden. And that we should seek to destroy it has not yet entered their darkest dreams. And so the weapon of the enemy is moving towards Mordor, in the hands of a hobbit each day brings it closer to the fires of Mount Doom. We must trust now in Frodo. Everything depends on speed and the secrecy of his quest."

"Do not regret your decision to leave him. Frodo must finish this task alone."

"Did he? He did indeed. Good. Yes, very good."

"Edoras, and the Golden Hall of Meduseld. There dwells Theoden, king of Rohan, whose mind is overthrown. Saruman's hold over King Theoden is now very strong."

"Be careful what you say. Do not look for welcome here."

"You would not part an old man from his walking stick."

"The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, Theoden King."

"Be silent! Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm."

"Theoden, son of Thengel! Too long have you sat in the shadows."

"Hearken to me! I release you from the spell."

"I will draw you, Saruman, as poison is drawn from a wound."

"You did not kill me, you will not kill him."

"Be gone!"

"Breathe the free air again, my friend."

"Your fingers would remember their old strength better, if they grasped your sword."



The Fellowship of the Ring

"The road goes ever on and on..."

"A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."

"You didn't think I'd miss your Uncle Bilbo's birthday!"

"Everything? Far too eager and curious for a Hobbit, most unnatural."

"Well, what can I tell you? Life in the wide world goes on, much as it has this past age, full of its on comings and goings. Scarcely aware of the existence of Hobbits, for which I'm very thankful."

"A long-expected party!"

"So how is the old rascal? I hear it's going to be a party of special magnificence!"

"Hhmm, now, well that should please him, hhmm."

"Indeed."

"If you're refering to the incident with the dragon, I was barely involved. All I did was give your uncle a little nudge out of the door."

"Oh really?"

"So am I, dear boy. So am I."

"And what about very old friends?"

"Bilbo Baggins."

"Good to see you. One hundred and eleven years old and who would believe it! You haven't aged a day."

"Just tea, thank you."

"Just tea, thank you."

"No, no, not at all."

"So you mean to go through with your plan then."

"Frodo suspects something."

"You will tell him, won't you?"

"He's very fond of you."

"Meriadoc Brandybuck, and Peregrin Took. I might have known."

"I suppose you think that was terribly clever."

"There are many magic rings in this world, Bilbo Baggins, and none of them should be used lightly."

"Two eyes, as often as I can spare them."

"What about this Ring of yours, is that staying too?"

"I think you should leave the Ring behind, Bilbo. Is that so hard?"

"There's no need to get angry."

"Precious? It's been called that before but not by you."

"I think you've had that Ring quite long enough."

"Bilbo Baggins! Do not take me for some conjurer of cheap tricks! I am not trying to rob you! I'm trying to help you."

"All your years we've been friends. Trust me as you once did. Let it go."

"Bilbo, the Ring is still in your pocket."

"And I'm sure you will, my dear friend."

"Good-bye, dear Bilbo."

"Until our next meeting."

"Riddles in the dark."

"My precious."

"Bilbo's Ring. He's gone to stay with the Elves. He's left you Bag End, along with all his possessions. The Ring is yours now. Put it somewhere out of sight."

"There are some things that I must see to."

"Questions. Questions that need answering!"

"Neither do I. Keep it secret, keep it safe."

"Year 3434 of the Second Age. Here follows the account of Isildur, High King of Gondor, and the finding of the Ring of Power."

"It has come to me, the One Ring. It should be an heirloom of my kingdom. All those who follow in my bloodline shall be bound to it's fate, for I will risk no hurt to the Ring. It is precious to me, though I buy it with a 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."

"Is it secret? Is it safe?"

"Hold out your hand, Frodo. It's quite cool."

"What can you see? Can you see anything?"

"There are few who can. The language is that of Mordor, which I will not utter here."

"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."

"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."

"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 it's master's call."

"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 of Barad-dur 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 of all else to return to the hand of it's master. They are one, the Ring and the dark lord. Frodo, he must never find it."

"There is one other, who knew that Bilbo had the Ring. I looked everywhere for the creature Gollum, but the enemy found him first. I don't know how long they tortured him, but amid the endless screams of inane babble, they discerned two words."

"No Frodo! (Frodo: You must take it!) You cannot offer me this ring!"

"Don't tempt me Frodo! I dare not take it. Not even to keep it safe. Understand Frodo, I would use this ring out of a desire to do good, but through me, it would wield a power to great and terrible to imagine!"

"No! No it can't."

"You must leave, and leave quickly."

"I'll be waiting for you, at the Inn of the Prancing Pony."

"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. Travel only by day, and stay off the road."

"My dear Frodo. Hobbits really are amazing creatures. You can all that there is to know about their ways in a month, yet after a hundred years, they can still surprise you."

"Get down."

"Confound it all Samwise Gamgee! Have you been eavesdropping?"

"A little late for trimming the verge don't you think?"

"What did you hear? Speak!"

"No? Perhaps not. I've thought of a better use for you. Come along Samwise, keep up!"

"Be careful, both of you. The enemy has many spies in his service, birds, beasts."

"Is it safe? Never put it on, for the agents of the dark lord will be drawn to it's power. Remember Frodo, the ring is trying to get back to it's master. It wants to be found."

"Saruman."

"Beyond any doubt."

"All these long years it was in the Shire, under my very nose."

"But we still have time, time enuogh to counter Sauron if we act quickly."

"The Eye of Sauron."

"You know this? How?"

"A palantir is a dangerous tool, Saruman."

"They are not all accounted for, the lost seeing stones. We do not know who else may be watching!"

"The nine!"

"They've reached the Shire!"

"Frodo!"

"Tell me, friend. When did Saruman the wise abandon reason for madness?"

"Gwaihir, go."

"You are in the House of Elrond, and it is ten o'clock in the morning, on October the twenty-fourth, if you want to know."

"Yes, I'm here, and you're lucky to be here too. A few more hours and you would have been beyond our aid. But you have some strength in you, my dear hobbit."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Frodo. I was delayed."

"There is only one lord of the Ring, only one who can bend it to his will. And he does not share power."

"Nothing, Frodo."

"Sam has hardly left your side."

"By the skills of Lord Elrond, you're beginning to mend."

"That wound will never fully heal. He will carry it the rest of his life."

"It is a burden he should never have had to bear. We can ask no more of Frodo."

"His treachery runs deeper than you know. By foulcraft Saruman has crossed Orcs with goblin men, he's breeding an army in the caverns of Isengard, an army that can move in sunlight and cover great distance at speed. Saruman is coming for the ring."

"It is in Men that we must place our hope."

"There is one who could unite them. One who could reclaim the throne of Gondor."

"Ash nazg durbatulūk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulūk, agh burzum-ishi krimpatul!"

"I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond, for the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the west! The ring is altogether evil."

"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it."

"Do you not understand that while we bicker amongst ourselves, Sauron's power grows? None can escape it, we'll all be destroyed!"

"I will help you bear this burden Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear."

"The Fellowship awaits the Ringbearer."

"Left."

"We must hold this course west of the Misty Mountains for forty days. If our luck holds, the Gap of Rohan will still be open to us. From there, our road turns east, to Mordor."

"No Gimli, I would not take the road through Moria unless I have no other choice."

"Spies of Saruman. The passage south is being watched. We must the take the Pass of Caradhras."

"It's Saruman!"

"No!"

"Losto Caradhras, sedho, hodo, nuitho i 'ruith! (Sleep Caradhras, be still, lie still, hold your wrath!)!"

"Let the Ringbearer decide."

"Frodo?"

"So be it."

"Frodo, come and help an old man."

"How's your shoulder?"

"And the ring? You feel it's power growing, don't you Frodo? I've felt it too. You must be careful. Evil will be drawn to you from outside the fellowship, and a fear from within."

"You must trust yourself. Trust your own strength."

"There are many powers in this world for good or for evil. Some are greater than I am, and against some I have not yet been tested."

"Yes Gimli, their own masters cannot find them if their secrets are forgotten."

"Ithildin. It mirrors only starlight, and moonlight."

"It reads, The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak friend, and enter!"

"Oh, it's quite simple. If you are a friend you speak the password and the doors will open. Annon Edhellen edro hi ammen! (Gate of the Elves open now for me!) **more Elvish**"

"Ah! I once knew every spell in all the tongues of Elves, Men, & Orcs."

"Knock your head against these doors Peregrin Took, and if that does not shatter them, and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions, I will try to find the opening words!"

"Ando Eldarinwa a lasta quettanya, Fenda Casarinwa! (Gate of Elves listen to my word, Threshold of Dwarves!)"

"Oh, it's useless."

"Mellon!"

"Into the mines!"

"We now have but one choice. We must face the long dark of Moria. Be on your guard. There are older and fouler things than Orcs in the deep palces of the world."

"Quietly now. It's a four day journey to the other side. Let us hope that our presence may go unnoticed."

"The wealth of Moria is not in gold or jewels, but mithril."

"Bilbo had a shirt of mithril rings that Thorin gave him."

"Yes! I never told him, but it's worth was greater than the value of the Shire."

"I have no memory of this place."

"It's Gollum."

"He's been following us for three days."

"Escaped? Or was set loose? Now the Ring has drawn him here. He will never be rid of his need for it. He hates and lvoes the Ring, as he hates and loves himself. Smeagol's life is a sad story. Yes, Smeagol he was called, before the Ring found him. Before it drove him mad."

"Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo's hand. Many that live deserve death, and some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo? Do not be too eager to deal out death and judgement. Even the very wise cannot see all ends. My heart tells me that Gollum has some part to play yet, for good or ill, before this is over. The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of the Ring."

"So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world, Frodo, besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, in which case you also were meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought."

"Eh, it's that way!"

"No, but the air doesn't smell so foul down here. If in doubt, Meriadoc, always follow your nose."

"Let me risk a little more light."

"Behold the great realm of the Dwarf city of Dwarrowdelf!"

"Gimli!"