[Beneath the Misty Mountains, Gandalf's voice is heard in the background.]

Gandalf: "You cannot pass!"

Frodo: "Gandalf!"

Gandalf: "I am the servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the Flame of Anor…"

Gandalf: "Go back in to the shadow. The dark fire will not avail you! Flame of Udûn!"

[Gandalf and the Balrog face one another on the bridge of Khazad-dûm.]

Gandalf: "You — shall not — pass!"

[The bridge breaks, causing the Balrog to fall. Gandalf sighs, and turns around, but the whip of Balrog catches his ankle, and he is pulled down. He grabs onto the edge of the bridge, but cannot keep his grip. Boromir grabs Frodo to stop him from running back onto the bridge.]

Boromir: "No! No!"

Frodo: "Gandalf!"

Gandalf: "Fly you fools!"

[Gandalf loses his grip and falls.]

Frodo: "No!"

[Gandalf falls after the Balrog and grabs Glamdring, his sword, on his way down.]

[Gandalf hacks at the Balrog, as they continue falling.]

[They fall into a spacious cavern and into water.]

[Frodo awakes with a start.]

Frodo: "Gandalf!"

Sam: "What is it Mister Frodo?"

Frodo: "Nothing. Just a dream."

[Frodo, followed by Sam, repel down a cliff.]

Sam: "Can you see the bottom?"

Frodo: "No! Don't look down, Sam! Just keep going!"

[A box falls from Sam's pocket.]

Sam: "Oh! Catch it! Grab it, Mister Frodo!"

[Frodo grabs the box, but slips and falls.]

Frodo: "I think I've found the bottom."

[Sam reaches the bottom.]

Sam: "Bogs and rope, and goodness knows what. It's not natural. None of it."

Frodo: "What's in this?"

Sam: "Nothing. Just a bit of seasonin'. I thought maybe if we was having a roast chicken one night or somethin'."

Frodo: "Roast chicken?"

Sam: "You never know."

Frodo: "Sam! My dear Sam."

Sam: "It's very special, that. It's the best salt in all the Shire."

Frodo: "It is special. It's a little bit of home."

[Frodo examines the hanging rope.]

Frodo: "We can't leave this for someone to follow us down."

Sam: "Who's gonna follow us down here, Mister Frodo? It's a shame really. Lady Galadriel gave me that. Real Elvish Rope. Well, there's nothing for it. It's one of my knots. Won't come free in a hurry."

[Sam tugs on the rope. The knot loosens and the rope falls around the Hobbits.]

Frodo: "Real Elvish rope?"

[Frodo and Sam are walking on rocky terrain. They stop to look into the distance.]

Sam: "Mordor. The one place in Middle-Earth we don't wanna see any closer. It's the one place we are trying to get to. It's just where we can't get."

Sam: "Lets face it Mister Frodo. We're lost. I don't think Gandalf meant for us to come this way."

Frodo: "He didn't mean for a lot of things to happen Sam. But they did."

[Frodo sees the Eye of Sauron.]

[Frodo falls down, panting.]

Sam: "Mister Frodo? It's the Ring, isn't it?"

Frodo: "It's getting heavier."

[He clutches the Ring, then takes a sip from his canteen.]

Frodo: "What food have we got left?"

Sam: "Well, let me see."

[Sam takes out a package from his backpack.]

Sam: "Oh yes, lovely. Lembas bread. And look! More Lembas bread."

[Sam breaks off a piece and tosses it to Frodo. They both eat.]

Sam: "I don't usually hold to foreign food, but this elvish stuff, it's not bad."

Frodo: "Heh, nothing ever dampens you spirits, does it Sam?"

[Sam looks up.]

Sam: "Those rain clouds might."

[The hobbits huddle in the night rain.]

[They continue walking through the rocky terrain.]

Sam: "This looks strangely familiar."

Frodo: "Because we've been here before. We're going in circles."

Sam: "Uh! What's that horrid stink? I wonder if there's a nasty bog nearby. Can you smell it?"

Frodo: "Yes, I can smell it."

[Frodo turns to look at Sam, giving him a meaningful look.]

Frodo: "We're not alone."

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