The Passing of the Elves
[Gandalf, Frodo, and Sam are in the woods around the Shire]
Gandalf: Be careful, both of you. The enemy has many spies in his service- birds, beasts. Is it safe? Never put it on, for the agents of the Dark Lord will be drawn to its power. Always remember Frodo, the ring is trying to get back to its master. It wants to be found.
[Gandalf leaves, Frodo and Sam travel across the Shire]
Sam: This is it.
Frodo: This what?
Sam: If I take one more step, it'll be the farthest away from home I've ever been.
Frodo: Come on, Sam. Remember what Bilbo used to say. "It's a dangerous business, Frodo...[continues with Bilbo voice over]..going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.
[elvish singing in the distance]
Frodo: Sam! Wood elves!
Frodo: They're going to the harbor beyond the White Towers. To the Grey Havens.
Sam: They're leaving Middle Earth.
Frodo: Never to return.
Sam: I don't know why. It makes me sad.
[later, at the campsite]
Sam: Everywhere I lie there's a dirty great root sticking into my back.
Frodo: Just shut your eyes and imagine your back in your own bed with a soft mattress and a lovely feather pillow.
Sam: It's not working Mister Frodo. I'm never gonna be able to sleep out here.
Frodo: Me neither, Sam.
[Gandalf, Frodo, and Sam are in the woods around the Shire]
Gandalf: Be careful, both of you. The enemy has many spies in his service- birds, beasts. Is it safe? Never put it on, for the agents of the Dark Lord will be drawn to its power. Always remember Frodo, the ring is trying to get back to its master. It wants to be found.
[Gandalf leaves, Frodo and Sam travel across the Shire]
Sam: This is it.
Frodo: This what?
Sam: If I take one more step, it'll be the farthest away from home I've ever been.
Frodo: Come on, Sam. Remember what Bilbo used to say. "It's a dangerous business, Frodo...[continues with Bilbo voice over]..going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.
[elvish singing in the distance]
Frodo: Sam! Wood elves!
Frodo: They're going to the harbor beyond the White Towers. To the Grey Havens.
Sam: They're leaving Middle Earth.
Frodo: Never to return.
Sam: I don't know why. It makes me sad.
[later, at the campsite]
Sam: Everywhere I lie there's a dirty great root sticking into my back.
Frodo: Just shut your eyes and imagine your back in your own bed with a soft mattress and a lovely feather pillow.
Sam: It's not working Mister Frodo. I'm never gonna be able to sleep out here.
Frodo: Me neither, Sam.