Narrator: The wise Gandalf was the first to join Frodo's defenders, along with the elf Legolas and the dwarf Gimli, but other illustrious names were soon to follow: Aragorn the Brave; Sam Gamgee the Pure; and Merry and Pippin, the Not-quite-so-brave-as-Aragorn, who had nearly fought the Ring wraiths of Sauron, who had nearly stood up to the vicious Barrow-wights of the forest, and who had personally wet themselves at the Battle of Weathertop; and the aptly named Sir Not-appearing-in-this-film. Together they formed a band whose names and deeds were to be retold throughout the centuries, the Fellowship of the Ring.
As the Fellowship rides through the countryside on their invisible horses, the clouds suddenly part, and the image of Eru shines forth. The Fellowship is stunned - they halt immediately, dismount, and fall to their knees.
Eru:
Aragorn! Aragorn, King of Gondor! Oh, don't grovel! If there's one thing I
can't stand, it's people grovelling.
Aragorn: Sorry!!
Eru: And don't apologize.
Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and
'I'm not worthy'. [The Fellowship stands and covers their eyes] What are
you doing now?
Aragorn: I'm averting my eyes,
oh Lord.
Eru: Well, don't. It's like those miserable elvish songs -- they're so depressing. Now knock it off!
Aragorn:
Yes, Lord.
Eru: Right! Aragorn, King of
Gondor -- your Fellowship shall have a task to make them an example in these
dark times.
Aragorn: Good idea, oh Lord!
Eru: 'Course it's a good idea!
Behold! Aragorn, this is the Ring of Sauron. Look well, Aragorn, for it is
your sacred task to destroy this ring. That is your purpose, Aragorn - the Quest
to destroy the Ring - and kill off that Sauron while you're at it, he's getting
to be such a ninny, what with those Orcs and his precious Ring wraiths and
whatnot...
Grumbling, the image draws back as the clouds reform above them, leaving the group stunned.
Aragorn: A blessing!
Legolas: A blessing from the Lord!
Sam: Eru be praised!