One Does Not Simply Walk Into Mordor Quote Art

Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring

[The following morn, at the Council of Elrond. Gandalf and Frodo along with a congregation of Men, Elves and Dwarves sit in a semi-circle around a rock pedestal.]

Elrond: "Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to respond the threat of Mordor."

Elrond: "Middle-Globe stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You lot will unite or you will fall."

Elrond: "Each race is spring to this fate — this i doom." [gestures to the pedestal] "Bring forth the Ring, Frodo."

[Frodo rises and lays the Ring on the pedestal.]

Boromir: "Then it is true…"

[Frodo returns to his seat beside Gandalf. He seems relieved. The members of the Council stare at the Ring, mesmerised past it. It appears to starting time whispering to each of them in turn. Each person hears it differently.]

Unidentified Human: "The Doom of Men."

Boromir: [rises to address the Council] "In a dream, I saw the eastern sky abound dark. Merely in the W a pale light lingered. A vocalisation was crying: 'Your doom is near at hand.'" (He approaches the Ring on the plinth.) "Isildur's Bane is plant."

[Boromir reaches out towards the Band. Gandalf and Elrond exchange concerned looks. Boromir'south fingers hover above the Ring.]

Man: "Isildur's Bane."

[Elrond leaps upward.]

Elrond: "Boromir!"

[Gandalf stands and begins to chant in the Black Spoken communication. The ring echoes the harsh words. Thunder crackles every bit the sky darkens. The Quango stare effectually them in fearfulness and confusion.]

Gandalf: "Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,
ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul."

(One Ring to rule them all, 1 Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the Darkness bind them.)

[The voice of the Ring dies away. People resume their seats, horrified, Boromir amongst them.]

Elrond: "Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue here in Imladris!"

Gandalf: (phonation raspy from the forcefulness of the words and the language): "I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond, for the Black Speech of Mordor may however be heard in every corner of the West!"

Gandalf: "The Ring is birthday evil!"

[He gives Boromir a final scathing glance and resumes his seat. Boromir is unperturbed.]

Boromir: "It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor."

Boromir: "Why non apply this Ring?" [paces] "Long has my begetter, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. Past the blood of our people are your lands kept safe! Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Permit us use it against him!"

Aragorn: "You cannot wield it! None of us can. The 1 Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."

Boromir: "And what would a ranger know of this thing?"

[An Elf stands. He is recognizable equally the Elf Gandalf saw from Elrond'due south window.]

Legolas: "This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. Y'all owe him your allegiance."

Boromir: "Aragorn? This… is Isildur's heir?"

Legolas: "And heir to the throne of Gondor."

[Frodo looks wide-eyed at Aragorn.]

Aragorn: "Havo dad, Legolas." (Sit down down, Legolas.)

Boromir: "Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king." [returns to his seat]

Gandalf: "Aragorn is correct. We cannot apply it."

Elrond: "Y'all take just one choice. The Ring must be destroyed."

Gimli: "Then what are we waiting for?"

[Gimli grabs an axe and approaches the pedestal.]

Gimli: "Argh!"

[He strikes the Band with full strength but is repelled back, throwing him to the ground. Concurrently, Frodo sees the Eye of Sauron in his heed and winces in pain.]

[The Ring remains intact with the shards of the axe all effectually it. Whispers in the black tongue issue forth from the Ring.]

Elrond: "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Glóin, by any arts and crafts that we hither possess. The Ring was fabricated in the fires of Mountain Doom. Just at that place can it be unmade. It must exist taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the peppery chasm from whence it came."

Ring (whispers): "Ash Nazg."

Elrond: "One of y'all must practice this."

[Silence.]

Boromir: "I does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded past more than than just Orcs. In that location is evil in that location that does not sleep. And the swell Eye is e'er watchful. It is a arid wasteland. Riddled with burn down and ash and dust. The very air you lot breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could y'all do this. It is folly!"

Legolas: [stands indignantly] "Take you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!"

Gimli: [leaps to his feet] "And I suppose you think you're the one to do information technology?!"

Boromir: [rises] "And if we fail, what then?! What happens when Sauron takes dorsum what is his?!"

Gimli: "I will be expressionless before I run across the Ring in the hands of an Elf!"

[Commotion starts equally arguments erupt amongst the council members.]

Gimli: "Never trust an Elf!"

[Frodo remains seated, watching the Ring, with the figures of the quango reflected on its surface.]

Gandalf: "Practice you lot non understand that while we bicker amongst ourselves, Sauron's power grows?! None tin escape it! You'll all be destroyed!"

[Suddenly, flames flare up, engulfing the surface of the Band.]

Band: "Ash Nazg Durbatulûk! Ash Nazg Gimbatul! Ash Nazg Gimbatul! Ash Nazg Gimbatul!"

[The intensity of the arguments increment. Slowly, decision dawns on Frodo's face. He stands and takes a few steps toward the arguing council, trying to brand his vocalization heard.]

Frodo: "I volition take it!"

Frodo: "I will take it!"

[The argument dies down. Gandalf closes his eyes equally he hears Frodo's statement. The members of the council slowly turn towards Frodo, astonished.]

Frodo: "I volition have the Ring to Mordor. Though — I do not know the way."

Gandalf: [walks towards Frodo] "I will help you conduct this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to carry." [places his hands reassuringly on Frodo's shoulders]

Aragorn: [rises] "If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will."

[He approaches Frodo and keels earlier him.]

Aragorn: "You have my sword."

Legolas: "And you have my bow." [walks to join them]

Gimli: "And my axe!" [looks grimly at Legolas as he joins the group]

Boromir: [walks over to them] "You behave the fate of us all little ane. If this is indeed the will of the Quango, and so Gondor will run into information technology washed."