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Script for fellowship of the ring

Prologue
I amar prestar aen.
The world has changed.
Han mathon ne nen.
I feel it in the water.
Han mathon ne chae.
I feel it in the earth.
A han nostron ned wilith.
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, 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 the 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.
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.
(Sauron steps forward and throws Men and Elves about)

  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.
(My precious...)
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 preciousss..
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 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:
Bilbo: What's this? A hobbit, Bilbo Baggins of the Shire.
Bilbo: A ring?
(Gollum's cries in the background).
For the time will soon come when hobbits will shape the fortunes of all...
Shire Landscapes   Gandalf: Oh, a long-expected party. 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: Oh well, that should please him.
  Frodo: Half the Shire has been invited.
  Gandalf: Good gracious.
  Frodo: He's up to something.
  Gandalf: Really?  Mmmm...
  Frodo: Alright then, keep your secrets.  Before you came along, we Bagginses were very well thought of.
  Gandalf: Indeed..
  Frodo: We 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 labelled a disturber of the peace.
  Children: Gandalf, Gandalf... fireworks... (Gandalf fires off fireworks, the children scream happily)
  Frodo: Gandalf, I'm glad you're back
  Gandalf: So am I dear boy, so am I.
  Arrival at Bag End     (Gandalf knocks on door)   Bilbo: No thank you.  We don't want any more visitors, well-wishers or distant relations.
  Gandalf: And what about very old friends?
  Bilbo:Gandalf?
  Gandalf: Bilbo Baggins
  Bilbo:My dear Gandalf!
  Gandalf: Good to see you - one hundred and eleven years old, I wouldn't believe it.  You haven't aged a day.
  Bilbo: Come on, come in.  Welcome, welcome.  Tea?  Or maybe something a little stronger?  I've got a few bottles of the Old Winyards left.  1296 - very good year.  Almost as old as I am, it was laid down by my father.  What say we open one, eh?
  Gandalf: Just tea, thank you.
  Bilbo: ...expecting you last week...not that it matters, you come and go as you please... You've caught me a bit unprepared, I'm afraid... (starts talking about food) Oh no, we're alright. I could make you some eggs if you'd like.  Gandalf?
  Gandalf: Just tea, thank you...
  Bilbo:Ah, right.  You don't mind if I do?
  Gandalf: No, no, go right ahead...
  Lobelia: Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins! (hobbit woman knocking on door)   Bilbo:I'm not at home(whispers) I've got to get away from these confounded relatives, hanging on the bell all day, never giving me a moments peace. I want to see mountains again, mountains, Gandalf.  And then find somewhere quiet, where I can finish my book
Oh tea...
  Gandalf: 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 blockheaded Bracegirdle from Hardbottle.
  Gandalf: You will tell him, won't you?
  Bilbo:Yes, yes
  Gandalf: He's very fond of you...
  Bilbo: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 woods, the fields, little rivers... I'm old Gandalf.  I know don't look it, but I'm beginning to feel it in my heart.  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.
(later on in the evening, Bilbo and Gandalf sitting outside Bag end smoking) Old Toby, the finest weed in the Southfarthing. Gandalf, my old friend, this will be a night to remember!

The Birthday Party (Bilbo greeting Hobbits)
Frodo:Go on, Sam - ask Rosie for a dance!
Sam:I think I'll just have another ale
Frodo:Oh no, you don't... Go on... (pushes Sam onto where all dancers are)
(Gandalf sets off a fireworks) Bilbo:So there I was, at the mercy of three monstrous trolls, and they're all arguing amoungst themselves about how they were going to cook us, whether we'd be turned on a spit, or whether they should sit on us one by one and squash us into jelly
But they spent so much time arguing the whether-tos and why-fors that the sun's first light crept over the top of the trees - poof - and turned them all into stone
(Gandalf sets off a firework for the children)

Birthday party ctd..

Merry: Quickly (pushes Pippin into cart of fireworks) No, no, the big one, big one... (they sneak into tent)
Pippin: Done (Pippin lights the firework)
Merry: You're supposed to stick it in the ground
Pippin: It is in the ground
Merry: Outside!
Pippin: This was your idea (firework goes off into air pulling up tent with it)
(The dragon firework goes high in the air then turns and swoops down on the hobbits, who are all running to get away from it)
Frodo: Bilbo... Bilbo, watch out for the dragon
Bilbo: Dragon? Nonsense, there hasn't been a dragon in these parts for a thousand years...
(The dragon ges over their heads and big firework display all gasp)
Merry: That was good, lets get another one
Gandalf: (Gandalf grabs them by their ears) Meriadoc Brandybuck... and Peregrin Took - I might have known
(He puts them to work washing dishes while he has a cup of tea)
Hobbits: Speech, Bilbo... Speech, speech
Bilbo: My dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Grubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles, and Proudfoots...
Everard Proudfoot:   Proudfeet!
Bilbo: Today is my one-hundred and eleventieth birthday.
Hobbits: Happy Birthday!
Bilbo: Alas eleventy-one years is far too short a time to live amoung such excellent and admirable hobbits.
I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve
(hobbits confused)
I, uh..., I... have things to do...
(he is fingering the ring in his pocket)
I've put this off for far too long

(whispering, more or less to himself)

I regret to announce, this is the end. I'm going now - I bid you all a very fond farewell.
Good-bye (looks at Frodo, he puts on the ring and vanishes)

  Bag End, After the Party;  Mordor, Black Riders, Minas Tirith                    (Bilbo 'Invisibly' opens gate and goes up steps, reappears chuckling inside Bag End)
  Gandalf: I suppose you think that was terribly clever...
  Bilbo: 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 and 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 mantlepiece
No, wait... it's here in my pocket...
Isn't that, isn't that odd after all, why not, why shouldn't I keep it...
  Gandalf: I think you should leave the ring behind, Bilbo. Is that so hard?
  Bilbo: 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!
  Gandalf: There's no need to get angry...
  Bilbo: Well, if I'm angry, it's your fault! It's mine, my own, my precious
  Gandalf: Precious? It's been called that before, but not by you.