Max original film The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring was released December 19th, 2001.
The #LOTR trilogy has cleared $3.002B at the international box office.
rottentomatoes: 91%
metacritic: 92
imdb: 8.8
oscars: 17 wins
golden globes: 4 wins
SAG awards: 2 wins
Strider
Aragorn is a wayward-prince ranger wandering near Rivendell.
“You draw too much attention to yourself, Mr. Underhill. A little more caution from you. That is no trinket you carry. Indeed. I can avoid being seen if I wish.. …but to disappear entirely that is a rare gift. Are you frightened? Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you. You have a stout heart, little hobbit. ‘But that will not save you.’ You can no longer wait for the wizard, Frodo. They’re coming.” — Strider
“They were once men. ‘Great kings of men.’ Then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them nine rings of power. ‘Blinded by their greed they took them without question.’ One by one, falling into darkness. ‘Now they are slave to his will.’ They are the Nazgul. Ring-wraiths. Neither living nor dead. ‘At all times they feel the presence of the Ring …drawn to the power of the One.’ ‘They will never stop hunting you.'” — Strider
“Into the wild. To Rivendell, Master Gamgee. To the house of Elrond. Gentlemen, we do not stop till nightfall. You’ve already had it.” — Strider
“This was the Great Watchtower of Amon Sul. We shall rest here tonight. These are for you. ‘Keep them close.’ I’m going to have a look around. Stay here.” — Strider
“He’s been stabbed by a Morgul blade. This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs Elvish medicine. Hurry. We’re six days from Rivendell. He’s passing into the shadow world. He’ll soon become a wraith like them. Sam. Do you know the Athelas plant? Kingsfoil. It may help to slow the poison. Hurry. Frodo. Stay with the Hobbits – I’ll send horses for you. The road is too dangerous. Be safe. Arwen.. …ride hard. Don’t look back.” — Strider
Frodo Baggins
“You’re late. It’s wonderful to see you, Gandalf! What news of the outside world? Tell me everything.”
“You know Bilbo. He’s got the whole place in an uproar. Half the Shire’s been invited. He’s up to something. Alright, then. Keep your secrets. Before you came along, we Bagginses were very well thought of. Never had any adventures or did anything unexpected. Whatever you did, you’ve been officially labeled a disturber of the peace. Gandalf? I’m glad you’re back.”
“Go on, Sam. Ask Rosie for a dance. Oh, no, you don’t. Go on! Bilbo. Bilbo, watch our for the dragon! Speech!”
“Bilbo! Biblo! He’s gone, hasn’t he? He talked for so long about leaving. I didn’t think he’d really do it. Gandalf? Where are you going? What things? But you’ve only just arrived. I don’t understand. Goodnight, Sam.”
“Ah. What are you doing? Nothing. ‘There’s nothing.’ ‘Wait.’ There are markings. It’s some form of Elvish. I can’t read it. Mordor? Bilbo found it. In Gollum’s cave. But he was destroyed. Sauron was destroyed. Alright. We put it away. We keep it hidden. We never speak of it again. No one knows it’s here, do they? Do they, Gandalf? ‘Shire.’ ‘Baggins.’ But that would lead them here! Take it, Gandalf! Take it! You must take it! I’m giving it to you! But it cannot stay in the Shire! What must I do? Where? Where do I go? Bree. What about you? And the Ring will be safe there? I can cut across country easily enough.”
“This is what? Come on, Sam. Remember what Bilbo used to say ‘it’s a dangerous business, Frodo.. …going out your door. You step onto the road and if you don’t keep your feet there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.'”
“What are you talking about? What did he say? Sam, we’re still in the Shire. What could possibly happen?”
“I think we should get off the road. Get off the road! ‘Quick!’ Nothing. I have to leave the Shire. Sam and I must get to Bree. Go! Hurry! How far to the nearest crossing?”
“Come on. We’re heading for the Prancing Pony. We wish to stay at the in. Our business is our own. Excuse me. Underhill. My name’s Underhill. We’re friends of Gandalf the Grey. Can you tell him we’ve arrived? Sam.. …he’ll be here. He’ll come. Excuse me. That man in the corner. Who is he? Strider. Pippin!”
“What do you want? I carry nothing. Who are you? Yes. What are they? Where are you taking us? We have no choice but to trust him. What are you doing? Put it out, you fools! Put it out! Go! Oh, Sam. ‘Gandalf!'”
“Where am I? Gandalf. What happened, Gandalf? Why didn’t you meet us? Gandalf? ‘What is it?'”
Gandalf the Grey
Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Supporting Role
1 win: 2002
“♪ Down from the door where it began ♪ And I must follow if I can ♪ 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 ♪. 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 you Uncle Bilbo’s birthday? Everything? Far too eager and curious for a hobbit. Most unnatural. ‘Well, what can I tell you?’ Life in the world goes on much as it has this past age. Full of its own comings and goings. Scarcely even aware of the existence of the Hobbits. For which I am very thankful.”
“Oh. The long expected party. Well, hos is the old rascal? I hear it’s going to be a part of special magnificence. Mmm. Oh, well, that should please him. Well, gracious me. Oh, really? Indeed? 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. Oh, really? Ooh! . Ooh! So am I, dear boy. So am I. Hold. Hold.”
“And what about very old friends? Bilbo Baggins. Good to see you. One hundred and eleven years old! You haven’t aged a day. Just tea, thank you. Oh! Oh. Oh. Mmm. Yes. Ow! Ah. Ha ha. Just tea, thank you. No, no, not at all. Oh. 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.”
“Mm-hmm. Whoa. Up they go! ‘Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took.’ I might’ve known.”
“I suppose you think that was terrible 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? Oh. 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 long years, we’ve been friends. Trust me as you once did. Hmm? Let it go. ‘Bilbo..’ the ring is still in your pocket. And I’m sure you will, my dear friend. Goodbye, dear Bilbo. Until our next meeting.”
“Riddles in the dark. My precious. 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.”
“‘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. 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.. …thought 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.'”
“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 right to bring them all.. …and in the darkness bind them.’ This is the One Ring, forged by the Dark Lord Sauron in the fire of Mount Doom. Taken by Isildur from the hand of Sauron himself. ‘Yes.’ For 60 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 Saruman endured. His life force is bound to the Ring survived. Sauron has returned. ‘His orcs have multiplied.’ His fortress at Barad-dur is rebuilt in the land of Mordor. Sauron needs only this ring ‘to cover all the lands in a second darkness.’ He is seeking it. Seeking it. All his thought is bent on it. ‘For 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. 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 amidst the endless screams and inane babble they discerned two words.’ No, Frodo. 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 from a desire to do good.’ But through me, it would a power too great and terrible to imagine. No. No, it can’t. ‘You must leave. And leave quickly.’ ‘Get out of the Shire.’ Make for the village of Bree. 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.’ 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 learn all that there is to know about their ways in a month and yet, after a hundred years.. ‘…they can still surprise you.’ Get down. Confound it all, Samwise Gamgee! 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 its power. Always remember, Frodo.. ‘…the Ring is trying to get back to its 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 enough 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? Go.”
“‘You are in the house of Elrond.’ ‘And it is 10 o’clock in the morning on October the 24th, 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 am sorry, Frodo. I was delayed. A friendship with Saruman is not lightly thrown aside. 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.”
Galadriel
“The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the Earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was.. … is lost. For none now live who remember it. It began with the forging of the great rings. Three were given to the elves. Immortal, fairest, and wisest of all beings. Seven to the dwarf lords great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. 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 first 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. 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 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. The ring came to the creature, Gollum who took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains. And there, it consumed him. The ring brought to Gollum unnatural long life. For 500 years it poisoned his mind. And in the gloom of Gollum’s cave it waited. Darkness crept back into the forests 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. A hobbit. Bilbo Baggins of the Shire. For the time will soon come when Hobbits will change the fortunes of all. ‘Have you been eavesdropping?'”
Saruman the White
“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? You are sure of this? So the Ring of Power has been found. Yet you did not have the wits to see it. Your love of the Halfling’s leaf has clearly slowed your mind. Time? What time do you think we have? 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. ‘He is gathering all evil to him.’ Very soon, he’ll have summoned an army great enough to launch an assault upon Middle-earth. I have seen it. Why? Why should we fear to use it? ‘The hour is later than you think.’ Sauron’s forces are already moving. The Nine have left Minas Morgul. They crossed the river Isen on Midsummer’s Eve disguised as riders in black. They will find the Ring. And kill the one who carries it. 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. I gave you the chance of.. …aiding me willingly.. …but you have elected the way of pain!”
“The power of Isengard is at your command.. …Sauron, Lord of the Earth. We have work to do. Rip them all down.”
“‘One ill turn deserves another.’ It is over. ‘Embrace the power of the Ring’ or embrace your own destruction. So you have chosen death.”
Samwise Gamgee
“Uh.. mmm, I think I’ll just have another ale. Goodnight. Goodnight, Mr. Frodo.”
“I haven’t been dropping no eaves. Sir, honest. I was just cutting the grass under the window there.. …if you follow me. I heard raised voices. 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, Mr. Gandalf, sir, don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me into anything… unnatural.”
“This is it. If I take one more step.. …it’ll be the farthest away from home I’ve ever been.”
“‘Mr. Frodo?’ Frodo? Frodo! I thought I’d lost you. It’s just something Gandalf said. ‘Don’t you lose him, Samwise Gamgee.’ And I don’t mean to. Get off him. Come on, Frodo. You’ve been into Farmer Maggot’s crop! Trust a Brandybuck and a Took! A shortcut to what? Anything? Get down! Frodo! ‘Frodo!’ Frodo, come on! Jump! What do we do now?”
“You got a whole half already? That fellow’s done nothing but stare at you since we arrived. Let him go! Or I’ll have you, longshanks.”
“But where is he leading us? Did you hear that? Rivendell. We’re going to see the elves. We saved some for you, Mr. Frodo. Back, you devils! Frodo. Strider! ‘Help him, Strider.’ He’ll never make it. Hold on, Frodo. Mr. Frodo? He’s going cold. Athelas? Kingsfoil, aye, it’s a weed. She’s an elf. ‘What are you doing?’ Those wraiths are still out there! ‘Frodo!'”
Merry and Pippin
“Quickly. No no, the big one, big one. Done. Stick it in the ground. It is in the ground. Outside! This was your idea. Ah! Aah! That was good. Let’s get another one. Ah. Ah! Ah! Aa-ah!”
“Frodo. Merry, it’s Frodo Baggins. Hello, Frodo. What’s the meaning of this? Hold these. I don’t know why he’s so upset. It’s only a couple of carrots. And some cabbages. And those three bags of potatoes that we lifted last week. And, and then the mushrooms the week before. Yes, Pippin. My point is, he’s clearly overreactin’. Run! Oh, that was close. I think I’ve broken something. Oh. What? That was just a detour. A shortcut. Mushrooms! Mm. There’s some nice ones, Merry. Hand me some nice ones, Sam. What was that? What is going on? That Black Rider was looking for something. Or someone. Frodo? Right. Buckleberry Ferry. Follow me. Run! Frodo! This way! Follow me! ‘Frodo!’ ‘Run!’ Get the rope, Sam! ‘Run, Frodo!’ Come on! Faster! The Brandywine Bridge. Twenty miles.”
“What’s that? This, my friend, is a pint. It comes in pints? Hmm. I’m getting one. Baggins? Sure, I know a Baggins. He’s over there. Frodo Baggins. He’s my second cousin, once removed on his mother’s side ‘and my third cousin, twice removed..’ steady on, Frodo.”
“How do we know this Strider is a friend of Gandalf? What about breakfast? We’ve had one, yes. What about second breakfast? I don’t think he knows about second breakfast, Pip. What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, doesn’t he? I wouldn’t count on it. ‘Pippin!'”
“‘My tomato’s burst.’ ‘Could I have some bacon?’ ‘Want a tomato, Sam?’ Tomatoes, sausages, nice, crispy bacon. ‘That’s nice! Ash on my tomatoes.’ Is he going to die? They’re close. Who is she? Where are you taking him? What are they saying?”
Lady Arwen
“‘What’s this? A ranger caught off his guard?’ Frodo. I am Arwen. I’ve come to help you. Hear my voice… come back to the light. He’s fading. ‘He’s not going to last.’ We must get him to my father. ‘I’ve been looking for you for two days.’ There are five wraiths behind you. Where the other four are, I do not know. I’m the faster rider – I’ll take him. If I can get across the river… …the power of my people will protect him. I do not fear them. Noro lim, Asfaloth. If you want him, come and claim him. Nin o Chithaeglir lasto beth daer. Rimmo naen Bruinen dan in Ulaer! Nin o Chithaeglir lasto beth daer. Rimmo naen Bruinen dan in Ulaer! No. No. Frodo, no. Frodo, don’t give in. Not now. What grace is given me.. …let it pass to him. Let him be spared. Save him.”
Sauron
“‘You cannot hide.’ ‘I see you.’ ‘There is no life..’ ‘…in the void.’ ‘Only..’ ‘…death.'”
“‘Build me an army worthy of Mordor.'”
Isengard
“What orders from Mordor, my lord? ‘What does the Eye command?'”
“The trees are strong, my lord. ‘Their roots go deep.'”
Elronde
“Tangado Haid! Hado i Philin!”
“Lasto beth nin tolo dan na ngalad.”
Humans
“Aa-a-ah! Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!”
“Aah! Ugh!”
The Shire
“‘Gandalf!’ ‘Look, it’s Gandalf.’ ‘Gandalf!’ Gandalf! Gandalf! Gandalf! Gandalf! Gandalf! Gandalf! Fireworks, Gandalf! Gandalf! Fireworks, Gandalf! Fireworks. Gandalf! Gandalf! Gandalf!”
“‘Bilbo! Bilbo Baggins!’ Whoa! Oh! ‘Speech, Bilbo!’ Speech! ‘Speech!’ Hey! Ey! Proudfeet! Happy birthday! What?”
“There’s no Bagginses around here. They’re all up in Hobbiton. That way. Goodnight, lads.”
“Who goes there?”
“‘Hoi!’ ‘You get back here!’ ‘Wait will I get this through you!’ ‘Get out of my field!’ ‘You’ll know the devil if I catch up with you!'”
“What do you want? Hobbits. Four hobbits. What business brings you to Bree? Alright, young sir. I meant no offense. It’s my job to ask questions after nightfall. There’s talk of strange folk abroad. Can’t be too careful.”
“Out of the way! Watch where you’re talking. Good evening, little masters. If you’re seeking accommodation we got some nice, cozy, hobbit-sized rooms available. Mister, uh.. Underhill, yeah. Gandalf? Gandalf. Oh, yes. I remember. Elderly chap. Big, grey beard, pointy hat. Not seen him for six months.”
“Get, get out of my way! He’s one of them Rangers. ‘Dangerous folk they are, wandering the wilds.’ ‘What his right name is, I’ve never heard’ but ’round here, he’s known as Strider.”
Gollum
“‘My precious..’ ‘It came to me.’ My own. My love. My own. My.. …precious. Gollum. ‘Lost!’ ‘My precious is lost!'”
“‘Baggins!’ ‘Shire!’ ‘Baggins!’ Shire.. …Baggins!”
The Ringwraiths
“Shire. Baggins.”
“Give up the Halfling, she-elf.”
Bilbo Baggins
“‘What’s this?’ A ring.”
“‘No, thank you.’ ‘We don’t want any more visitors well wishers or distant relations!’ Gandalf? My dear Gandalf! Ha ha ha! Come on, come in! Welcome, welcome. Ah! Oh, here we are, ugh! Uhh! Tea? Or maybe something a little stronger? Uh, I’ve got a few bottles of the Old Winyard left. 1296. Very good year. Almost as old as I am. It was laid down by my father. ‘What say we open one, eh?’ ‘I was expecting you sometime last week.’ ‘Not that it matters. You come and go as you please.’ ‘Always have and always will.’ ‘You’ve caught me a bit unprepared I’m afraid.’ Uh, we’ve only got cold chicken and a bit of pickle of… there’s some cheese here. Oh, no.. ‘Er, we’ve got raspberry jam, an apple tart..’ ‘oh, no, we’re alright.’ ‘I’ve just found some sponge cake.’ I could make you some eggs if you’d li.. oh, Gandalf? Oh, right. You don’t mind if I eat, do you? I’m not at home! I’ve got to get away from these confounded relatives hanging on the bell all day never giving me a moment’s peace. I want to see the mountains again. Mountains, Gandalf! And then find somewhere quiet where I can finish my book. Oh, tea. Yes, yes. It’s all in hand. All the arrangement are made. Oh, thank you. Of course he does. He’s a Baggins, not some block headed Bracegirdle from Hardbottle. Yes, yes. I know. He’d probably come with me if I asked him. I think in his heart, Frodo’s still in love with the Shire. The wood, the fields. Little rivers.”
“I am old, Gandalf. I know I don’t look it but I’m beginning to feel it in my heart. Uh-uh, uh.. I feel… thin. Sort of stretched like.. …butter scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday. A very long holiday. And I don’t expect I shall return. In fact, I mean not to.”
“Old Toby. The finest weed in the Southfarthing. ‘Ha.’ Gandalf, my old friend… …this will be a night to remember. Hello, hello. Fatty Bolger. Lovely to see you. Welcome, welcome. So 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. ‘God, they spent so much time arguing the whether-to’s and the why-for’s’ that the sun’s first light crept over the top of the trees.. poof! And turned them all to stone! Dragon? Nonsense. There hasn’t been a dragon in these parts for thousands of years.”
“My dear Bagginses and Boffins. Tooks and Brandybucks. Grubbs. Hornblowers. Bolgers. Bracegirdles and Proudfoots.. today is my 111th birthday! And alas, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to love among such excellent and admirable hobbits. I don’t know half of you as half as well as I should like and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve. I, uh.. I ha-have things to do. I’ve put this off for far too long. I regret to announce this is the end! I’m going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell. Goodbye. Hmm. Hmm.”
“Come on, Gandalf. Did you see their faces? It was just a bit of fun. Oh, you’re probably right, as usual. You will keep an eye on Frodo, won’t you? Yes. I’m leaving everything to him. Yes, yes. It’s in an envelope over there on the mantelpiece. No. Wait, it’s… …here in my pocket. Isn’t that-isn’t that odd, now? Yet, after all, why not? Why shouldn’t I keep it? Well, no. And yes. Now it comes to it, I don’t feel like parting with it. It’s mine. I found it! It came to me! Well, if I’m angry, it’s your fault! It’s mine. My own. My precious. What business is it of yours what I do with my own things? You want it for yourself! You’re right, Gandalf. The ring must go to Frodo. It’s late. The road is long. Yes, it is time. Hmm? I know.. yes. I’ve thought of an ending for my book. ‘And he lived happily ever after.. …to the end of his days.’ Goodbye, Gandalf. ♪ The road goes ever on and on ♪ Down from the door where it began.. ♪♪”
