The Script of Galadriel, Lady of Light.
I figured i should put this up here, having being a Middle-Earth citizen since the year 2001, when I first came across the motion pictures of J.R.R. Tolkien’s LOTR- Fellowship of The Ring. The prologue is quite a favourite part of the film for me.
All lines below were spoken by Galadriel, except where noted.
Scene 1: The Forging of the Rings.
I amar prestart aen. (ee amar prestart ein) – The world has changed.
Han mathon ne nen. (han mathon ne nen) – I feel it in the water.
Han mathon ne chae. (han mathon ne hai) – I feel it in the earth.
A han nostron ned wilith. (ahan nothon ne gwilith) – I smell it in the air.
Much that once was, is lost for no one 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 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.
Scene 2: The Last Alliance
But there were those who resisted.
A last alliance of Men and Elves marched against the armies of mordor.
Scene 3: Meeting Sauron’s Forces
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.
Scene 4: The Fall of Sauron
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 people 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. (It came to me, my own, my precious…)
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 world. Rumour 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;
(What’s this?) a hobbit, Bilbo Baggins of the Shire. (A ring?)
(Gollum cries in the background)
For the time will soon come when Hobbits will shape the fortunes of all.
I had help getting down this piece accurately; from Nehemoth