MORIA GATE -- NIGHT
The Fellowship are walking along the far shore of dark
lake...directly below great looming cliffs.
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Harry looks up from beneath a startled Draco at the 'great looming cliffs' and squeaks. He gets up, gawking at the weird 'creatures' surrounding him and then jumps as he notices his feet have grown a weird layer of hair. HARRY: Wh, where are we?
HAGRID (as Gimli): (in awe) The walls of Moria!
Footing is treacherous on the narrow strip of green and greasy
stones.
DUMBLEDORE (as Gandalf) touches the smooth rock wall between the trees... slowly, faint lines appear like slender veins of luminous silver running through the stone.
DUMBLEDORE: Itidin...it mirrors only starlight and moonlight.
A large moon rises over the mountains...
The lines grow Broader and Clearer, forming a glowing arch of interlacing ancient letters and symbols.
DUMBLEDORE: It reads, "The door of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter.
HERMIONE (as Merry): What do you suppose that means?
DUMBLEDORE: (confident) It's quite simple. If you are a friend, speak the password and the doors will open. Dumbledore raises his arms...
DUMBLEDORE: (incanting) Annon edhellen, edro hi ammen!
The cliff towers into the night, the wind blows cold, Harry
shivers... and the door stands fast! LATER: DUMBLEDORE CONTINUES...
Mumbling spells in his efforts to open the door. Ron packs pots and pans at his feet...watching sadly as Sirius (as Aragorn) turns of the Ford Anglia's egnition.
CLOSE ON: SIRIUS whispering to the Ford Anglia.
SIRIUS: (whispering) Mines are no place for a Flying Car, even one so brave as Ford Anglia.
RON: Bye, Ford.
SIRIUS: Go on, Ford, go on..don't worry, Ron...he knows his way home. Aragorn slaps Ford on the Boot...Ford goes flying off.
CLOSE ON: Ron watching Ford disappear into the darkness.
RON: Goodbye, Ford.
SPLASH! Seamus and Hermione (as Merry and Pippin) are tossing stones into the lake.
Black Rippling rings slowly fan out. Hermione is about to throw another stone, but Sirius grabs her arm.
SIRIUS: (ominous) Do not disturb the water.
SIRIUS watches anxiously as the Ripples appear to grow....he
exchanges a look with LUPIN (as Boromir.) SIRIUS' hand creeps towards his sword.
DUMBLEDORE gives up in despair...he sits down beside HARRY.
Close on: HARRY peers at the Elvish inscription...his face
breaks into a smile of comprehension.
HARRY: (quietly) It's a riddle...
DUMBLEDORE raises his eyebrows...
HARRY (CONT'D) (explaining) Speak, friend, and enter. What's
the Elvish word for friend?
DUMBLEDORE: Oh...mellon.
With that, the rock face silently divides in the middle and
two great Doors swing outwards... revealing a blackness deeper
than the night.
As the Fellowship enter the Blackness, something in the water moves
...
INT. MORIA GATE - NIGHT
The Fellowship step warily into the darkness of Moria...a Dank cavern, with winding steps leading deeper into the mountain.
HAGRID: So, master elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the dwarves;
roaring fires, malt beer, red meat off the bone. This, my friend, is
the home of my cousin, Balin...and they call this a Mine... (snorting)
A mine! A Glow from DUMBLEDORE's Staff suddenly lights the chamber...
The Fellowship recoil in Horror!
Many dwarf Skeletons are strewn about, clearly the dead of
some old battle...the rusting armor and shields are peppered
with arrows and axes.
LUPIN: (grimly) This is no mine...it's a tomb HAGRID: (in horror) Oh...no...no..no... !
DRACO (As Legolas) pulls a crude arrow out of a skeleton.
DRACO: Goblins!
The Fellowship draw swords and back away, towards the
Entrance.
LUPIN: We make for the Gap of Rohan. We should never have come here.
EXT. MORIA GATE - NIGHT
HARRY is suddenly PULLED TO THE GROUND. A long sinuous
Tentacle is wrapped around HARRY's ankle and is dragging him
towards the lake.
HARRY CRIES OUT as SIRIUS and LUPIN rush forward!
SIRIUS severs the Tentacle holding HARRY, and pulls him to
safety...LUPIN hacks at the other Writhing Limbs.
20 more tentacles ripple out of the Lake! The dark water
Boils as the hideous beast lashes out at the FELLOWSHIP!
Again the creature grabs HARRY and pulls him to the lake,
HARRY is flung in the air as the Fellowship battle the
creature. SIRIUS hacks at a tentacle...HARRY is released,
falling into LUPIN's arms
DUMBLEDORE: Into the mines!
BOROMIR: Draco!
Draco shoots an Arrow into the creature's head, gaining a few vital seconds for Sirius and Lupin as they race out of the water with Harry.
The FELLOWSHIP hurriedly back away from the Creature... retreating into the Moria Chamber as many Coiling arms seize the large doors.
INT. MORIA GATE - NIGHT
With a shattering echo, the creature rips the doors away,
creating a rock slide that crashes down the Cliff Face.
Within seconds, tons of rock seal the doorway... throwing the
Fellowship into Pitch Blackness.
A faint light rises from Dumbledore's staff, throwing a Creepy
Glow across the old wizards face
DUMBLEDORE: (ominous) We now have but one choice...we must face the long dark of Moria. Be on your guard...there are older and fouler things than the Orcs in the deep places of the world. CUT TO:
INT. NEW CHAMBER, MORIA -- NIGHT
WIDE ON: the Fellowship crossing a precarious bridge above
deep mine workings.
DUMBLEDORE: Quietly, now. It's a four day journey to the other side. Let us hope that our presence will go unnoticed.
INT. MORIA CEMETERY CAVERN -- NIGHT
They continue up a steep stair, passing through a dwarf
cemetery. The graves are despoiled...dwarf skeletons are
strewn about and Goblin Graffiti is scrawled on monuments in
dried Dwarf blood. The Atmosphere is very sinister. CUT TO:
INT. MORIA TUNNEL FORK -- NIGHT
The path splits into three passages...each disappearing into
dark tunnels.
DUMBLEDORE pauses, frowning.
DUMBLDORE: I have no memory of this place.
LATER...
The Fellowship are nervously waiting...while DUMBLDORE sits,
staring intently at the 3 tunnel mouths in front of him. He
appears to be in some kind of trance.
CLOSE ON: HARRY
He turns at the sound of a faint noise down the tunnel behind
them.
HERMIONE: Are we lost?
SEAMUS: No. I don't think we are. Shhhh, Dumbldore's thinking.
HERMIONE: Merry!
SEAMUS: What?
HERMIONE: I'm hungry.
Harry's POV: a sudden glimpse of a creature darting in the darkness. Harry is nervous...he approaches Dumbledore.
HARRY (whispers) There's something down there.
DUMBLEDORE: (quietly) It's Dobby.
HARRY: Dobby!
DUMBLEDORE: He's been following us for three
days.
TEASING SHOT: and emaciated, leering creature.
HARRY: (disbelieving) He escaped the dungeons of Baraddur?
DUMBLEDORE: Escaped...or was set loose. And now the Ring has drawn him ere...he will never be rid of his need for it. He hates and loves the ring, as he hates and loves himself. Smeagol's life is a sad story.
DUMBLEDORE catches HARRY's look of surprise.
DUMBLEDORE (CONT'D) Yes...Smeagol he was once called...Before the ring came to him, before it drove him mad.
Dobby's withered fingers are gripping the cave wall...he is
large, Luminous eyes blinking with malice.
HARRY: (grim) It's a pity Lucius didn't kill him when he had the chance.
DUMBLEDORE: Pity? It was pity that stayed Lucius' hand. Many that live deserve death, and some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Harry?
Harry frowns.
DUMBLEDORE (CONT'D) Do not be too eager to deal out death in Judgment...even the very wise cannot see all ends. My heart tells me that Gollum as some part to play yet, for good or ill, before this is over. The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many.
HARRY: I wish the ring had never come to me...I wish none of this had happened.
HARRY: So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.
There is a note of finality in Dumbledore's voice.
HARRY (CONT'D) There are other forces at work in this world, Frodo, besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the ring. In which case, you also were meant to have it...and that is an encouraging thought, (sudden brightness) Ah! That it's that way!
Dumbledore points at the right hand tunnel...the Fellowship scramble to their feet.
SEAMUS: (relieved) He's remembered!
DUMBLEDORE: No, but the air doesn't smell so foul down there. If in doubt, Mr Finnigan, always follow your nose! (laughs).
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Harry looks at Draco and the tall blonde elf and the small hobbit are flung once again into the chaos of the movie vortex.
Where shall they end up??
TBC............
The Fellowship are walking along the far shore of dark
lake...directly below great looming cliffs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry looks up from beneath a startled Draco at the 'great looming cliffs' and squeaks. He gets up, gawking at the weird 'creatures' surrounding him and then jumps as he notices his feet have grown a weird layer of hair. HARRY: Wh, where are we?
HAGRID (as Gimli): (in awe) The walls of Moria!
Footing is treacherous on the narrow strip of green and greasy
stones.
DUMBLEDORE (as Gandalf) touches the smooth rock wall between the trees... slowly, faint lines appear like slender veins of luminous silver running through the stone.
DUMBLEDORE: Itidin...it mirrors only starlight and moonlight.
A large moon rises over the mountains...
The lines grow Broader and Clearer, forming a glowing arch of interlacing ancient letters and symbols.
DUMBLEDORE: It reads, "The door of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter.
HERMIONE (as Merry): What do you suppose that means?
DUMBLEDORE: (confident) It's quite simple. If you are a friend, speak the password and the doors will open. Dumbledore raises his arms...
DUMBLEDORE: (incanting) Annon edhellen, edro hi ammen!
The cliff towers into the night, the wind blows cold, Harry
shivers... and the door stands fast! LATER: DUMBLEDORE CONTINUES...
Mumbling spells in his efforts to open the door. Ron packs pots and pans at his feet...watching sadly as Sirius (as Aragorn) turns of the Ford Anglia's egnition.
CLOSE ON: SIRIUS whispering to the Ford Anglia.
SIRIUS: (whispering) Mines are no place for a Flying Car, even one so brave as Ford Anglia.
RON: Bye, Ford.
SIRIUS: Go on, Ford, go on..don't worry, Ron...he knows his way home. Aragorn slaps Ford on the Boot...Ford goes flying off.
CLOSE ON: Ron watching Ford disappear into the darkness.
RON: Goodbye, Ford.
SPLASH! Seamus and Hermione (as Merry and Pippin) are tossing stones into the lake.
Black Rippling rings slowly fan out. Hermione is about to throw another stone, but Sirius grabs her arm.
SIRIUS: (ominous) Do not disturb the water.
SIRIUS watches anxiously as the Ripples appear to grow....he
exchanges a look with LUPIN (as Boromir.) SIRIUS' hand creeps towards his sword.
DUMBLEDORE gives up in despair...he sits down beside HARRY.
Close on: HARRY peers at the Elvish inscription...his face
breaks into a smile of comprehension.
HARRY: (quietly) It's a riddle...
DUMBLEDORE raises his eyebrows...
HARRY (CONT'D) (explaining) Speak, friend, and enter. What's
the Elvish word for friend?
DUMBLEDORE: Oh...mellon.
With that, the rock face silently divides in the middle and
two great Doors swing outwards... revealing a blackness deeper
than the night.
As the Fellowship enter the Blackness, something in the water moves
...
INT. MORIA GATE - NIGHT
The Fellowship step warily into the darkness of Moria...a Dank cavern, with winding steps leading deeper into the mountain.
HAGRID: So, master elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the dwarves;
roaring fires, malt beer, red meat off the bone. This, my friend, is
the home of my cousin, Balin...and they call this a Mine... (snorting)
A mine! A Glow from DUMBLEDORE's Staff suddenly lights the chamber...
The Fellowship recoil in Horror!
Many dwarf Skeletons are strewn about, clearly the dead of
some old battle...the rusting armor and shields are peppered
with arrows and axes.
LUPIN: (grimly) This is no mine...it's a tomb HAGRID: (in horror) Oh...no...no..no... !
DRACO (As Legolas) pulls a crude arrow out of a skeleton.
DRACO: Goblins!
The Fellowship draw swords and back away, towards the
Entrance.
LUPIN: We make for the Gap of Rohan. We should never have come here.
EXT. MORIA GATE - NIGHT
HARRY is suddenly PULLED TO THE GROUND. A long sinuous
Tentacle is wrapped around HARRY's ankle and is dragging him
towards the lake.
HARRY CRIES OUT as SIRIUS and LUPIN rush forward!
SIRIUS severs the Tentacle holding HARRY, and pulls him to
safety...LUPIN hacks at the other Writhing Limbs.
20 more tentacles ripple out of the Lake! The dark water
Boils as the hideous beast lashes out at the FELLOWSHIP!
Again the creature grabs HARRY and pulls him to the lake,
HARRY is flung in the air as the Fellowship battle the
creature. SIRIUS hacks at a tentacle...HARRY is released,
falling into LUPIN's arms
DUMBLEDORE: Into the mines!
BOROMIR: Draco!
Draco shoots an Arrow into the creature's head, gaining a few vital seconds for Sirius and Lupin as they race out of the water with Harry.
The FELLOWSHIP hurriedly back away from the Creature... retreating into the Moria Chamber as many Coiling arms seize the large doors.
INT. MORIA GATE - NIGHT
With a shattering echo, the creature rips the doors away,
creating a rock slide that crashes down the Cliff Face.
Within seconds, tons of rock seal the doorway... throwing the
Fellowship into Pitch Blackness.
A faint light rises from Dumbledore's staff, throwing a Creepy
Glow across the old wizards face
DUMBLEDORE: (ominous) We now have but one choice...we must face the long dark of Moria. Be on your guard...there are older and fouler things than the Orcs in the deep places of the world. CUT TO:
INT. NEW CHAMBER, MORIA -- NIGHT
WIDE ON: the Fellowship crossing a precarious bridge above
deep mine workings.
DUMBLEDORE: Quietly, now. It's a four day journey to the other side. Let us hope that our presence will go unnoticed.
INT. MORIA CEMETERY CAVERN -- NIGHT
They continue up a steep stair, passing through a dwarf
cemetery. The graves are despoiled...dwarf skeletons are
strewn about and Goblin Graffiti is scrawled on monuments in
dried Dwarf blood. The Atmosphere is very sinister. CUT TO:
INT. MORIA TUNNEL FORK -- NIGHT
The path splits into three passages...each disappearing into
dark tunnels.
DUMBLEDORE pauses, frowning.
DUMBLDORE: I have no memory of this place.
LATER...
The Fellowship are nervously waiting...while DUMBLDORE sits,
staring intently at the 3 tunnel mouths in front of him. He
appears to be in some kind of trance.
CLOSE ON: HARRY
He turns at the sound of a faint noise down the tunnel behind
them.
HERMIONE: Are we lost?
SEAMUS: No. I don't think we are. Shhhh, Dumbldore's thinking.
HERMIONE: Merry!
SEAMUS: What?
HERMIONE: I'm hungry.
Harry's POV: a sudden glimpse of a creature darting in the darkness. Harry is nervous...he approaches Dumbledore.
HARRY (whispers) There's something down there.
DUMBLEDORE: (quietly) It's Dobby.
HARRY: Dobby!
DUMBLEDORE: He's been following us for three
days.
TEASING SHOT: and emaciated, leering creature.
HARRY: (disbelieving) He escaped the dungeons of Baraddur?
DUMBLEDORE: Escaped...or was set loose. And now the Ring has drawn him ere...he will never be rid of his need for it. He hates and loves the ring, as he hates and loves himself. Smeagol's life is a sad story.
DUMBLEDORE catches HARRY's look of surprise.
DUMBLEDORE (CONT'D) Yes...Smeagol he was once called...Before the ring came to him, before it drove him mad.
Dobby's withered fingers are gripping the cave wall...he is
large, Luminous eyes blinking with malice.
HARRY: (grim) It's a pity Lucius didn't kill him when he had the chance.
DUMBLEDORE: Pity? It was pity that stayed Lucius' hand. Many that live deserve death, and some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Harry?
Harry frowns.
DUMBLEDORE (CONT'D) Do not be too eager to deal out death in Judgment...even the very wise cannot see all ends. My heart tells me that Gollum as some part to play yet, for good or ill, before this is over. The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many.
HARRY: I wish the ring had never come to me...I wish none of this had happened.
HARRY: So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.
There is a note of finality in Dumbledore's voice.
HARRY (CONT'D) There are other forces at work in this world, Frodo, besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the ring. In which case, you also were meant to have it...and that is an encouraging thought, (sudden brightness) Ah! That it's that way!
Dumbledore points at the right hand tunnel...the Fellowship scramble to their feet.
SEAMUS: (relieved) He's remembered!
DUMBLEDORE: No, but the air doesn't smell so foul down there. If in doubt, Mr Finnigan, always follow your nose! (laughs).
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Harry looks at Draco and the tall blonde elf and the small hobbit are flung once again into the chaos of the movie vortex.
Where shall they end up??
TBC............