The Lord of the Rings Page #3

I think that a piece broke off in the wound

and is working inward.

If it reaches his heart...

Can you do anything?

We must get to Rivendell very soon.

He can't go no further.

He must! Do you want them to take him?

Wait, listen.

Legolas!

Yes, Sam, that's an elf.

So, there has been no word of Gandalf

in Rivendell? No message at all?

None.

My Lord Elrond has sent every rider

he could spare to seek for you...

...knowing that you bore a great burden

without guidance.

I have been on the road for nine days.

Well, Mr. Frodo has been on the road

a lot longer than that.

And he's sick and he needs a rest.

Just for a while.

No resting can help your Mr. Frodo now.

Only the hands of Elrond in Rivendell

can do that.

There are five Black Riders

close behind us...

...and we may well find

the other four waiting at the ford.

If we lose even a little time,

we lose, Frodo, the Ring...

...and Middle-earth.

Do you understand me, Sam?

There is the ford of Rivendell.

Fly! The Enemy is upon us!

Come back. To Mordor we will take you.

Gandalf!

Come back, come back.

To Mordor we'll take you.

Come back, come back.

To Mordor, we'll take you.

Go back!

Run, you fool, run!

The Ring!

The Ring!

Go back to the land of Mordor,

and follow me no more.

Come back. Come back.

To Mordor we will take you.

Come back. Come back.

Go back!

The Ring.

The Ring!

By all the Shire,

you shall have neither the Ring nor me!

No, never. Verily, I come.

I give it unto you.

No, never! Gandalf!

Yes.

I am here,

and you are lucky to be here, too...

...after all the absurd things you've done

since you left home.

Where's Sam?

And are the others all right?

They've hardly left your side for three days.

Three days?

What happened at the ford?

It all seemed so dim, somehow.

You were beginning to fade,

my remarkable friend.

The knifepoint had almost

worked its way to your heart.

Oh, I didn't know. Would I have...

You would have become like them.

One of the Ring wraiths...

...the servants of the Dark Lord...

...if you had not resisted to the last.

The river, it rose up against them.

It is Elrond's river.

This is his house

and it was Elrond himself who healed you.

If I may say so,

I added a few touches of my own.

The white horses and so on.

If you noticed.

Then that is the end of the Black Riders?

Not so long as the Ring itself exists.

They will fly back to their master

in Mordor, empty and crippled...

...until they find new shapes to wear

and new beasts to ride.

We have beaten them,

just for a while, Frodo.

That's sort of a relief.

I wish that were the truth, Frodo.

I'm afraid we have a new

and closer problem at hand.

You have not asked me

why I was late getting back to the Shire.

I forgot.

When I was certain that yours was indeed

the Master Ring...

...I rode at once to Isengard,

and I thought...

...that if anyone could know

what was best to do with the One Ring...

...it would surely be Saruman the White.

The great eagle, Gwaihir...

...came in answer to my call,

and bore me away.

Saruman has never paid enough

attention to animals.

- But if he should seize the Ring...

- He will become master of all Middle-earth.

The War of the Ring has begun, Frodo.

You will hear the rest in Council

when you are well enough. Rest now.

"The leaves were long, the grass was green

"But the hemlock-umbels tall and fair

"And in the glade a light was seen

"Of stars in shadow, shimmering

"Tinuviel was dancing there."

Bilbo!

Hello, Frodo, my lad.

Where have you been?

Why haven't I seen you before?

I've seen a good deal of you,

sitting by your side with Sam each day.

Bilbo, have you been here all the time?

All these years?

There didn't seem much reason

to be anywhere else, after all.

The food's very good,

and I listen, and I think.

A remarkable place altogether.

Yes.

And now, of course, there's all this bustle

about that ring of mine.

Fancy the little thing causing

such a disturbance.

Have you got it here?

Yes, I have.

I'd very much like just to peep at it again,

just for a moment.

Put it away.

I understand now.

I'm sorry.

Sorry about everything.

Don't adventures...

...ever have an end?

The Council of Elrond is beginning.

Come with me.

Both of you.

All that morning, the Council of Elrond

debated the history of the One Ring...

...and its master, Sauron.

Gandalf also told all present of Saruman...

...the traitor, and his desire

for the power of the Ring.

Elves and Dwarves, in their turn,

told what they knew of Sauron's...

...preparations for conquest,

and so did Boromir of Gondor.

In Gondor, we are already under attack

by the forces of Mordor.

I am Boromir.

In a dream, I heard a voice crying to me,

saying:

"Seek for the sword that was broken."

Here is the sword of Elendil of Gondor...

...who fought the Dark Lord long ago

and was slain.

So, Frodo learned at last...

...the true heritage of Aragorn,

the son of Arathorn...

...descendent of Isildur,

who cut the One Ring from Sauron's hand.

Then it belongs to you,

and not to me at all?

Bring out the Ring, Frodo.

The time has come.

Isildur's Bane.

The Halfling.

What shall we do with it then,

this mightiest of all weapons?

We cannot keep it, we cannot destroy it.

Sauron, who forged it looks for his Ring...

...and Saruman who envies it,

searches for its power, too.

I see no other road for us

but the most fearful:

The road into Mordor.

We must send the Ring to the fire

where it was made:

To Mount Doom.

What foolishness is this?

Why do you speak of hiding

and destroying?

The Ring could save all Middle-earth.

Have you heard nothing?

It is Sauron's Ring. To wield it...

...you would have to become Sauron.

I will not touch it!

Nor I.

Our one hope lies in foolishness, Boromir.

The Dark Lord cannot conceive

of anyone wishing to destroy his Ring.

He will wait until one of us tries to use it...

...follow every move we make.

And it is just possible

that he may not notice...

...the small, quiet feet, walking into peril...

...into Mordor.

Very well. It's plain enough

what you're pointing at.

Bilbo, the silly Hobbit, started this affair,

and had better finish it, or himself.

When ought I to start?

It has passed beyond you, Bilbo.

This last journey

must be for others to make.

Who are they to be?

That is what they're trying to decide here.

I will take the Ring...

...though I do not know the way.

I think that this task

is appointed for you, Frodo.

This is the hour of the Shire-folk, at last.

But you won't send him off alone, surely?

You, at least, shall go with him,

Master Samwise.

It is impossible to separate you,

even when he is summoned to a Council...

...and you are not.

A nice pickle

we've landed ourselves in, Mr. Frodo.

I thought perhaps

you might care to have these.

Bilbo, I don't think I should look right.

You can wear the shirt under your clothes.

It's as light as anything.

But I fancy it might turn...

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