[Fellowship walking towards walls of Moria]
Gandalf: Frodo, come and help an old man. How is your shoulder?
Frodo: Better than it was.
Gandalf: And the Ring? You feel its power growing, donít you? Iíve felt it too. You must be careful now. Evil will be drawn to you from outside the Fellowship. And, I fear, from within.
Frodo: Who then do I trust?
Gandalf: You must trust yourself. Trust your own strengths.
Frodo: What do you mean?
Gandalf: There are many powers in this world for good or for evil. Some are greater than I am. And against some I have not yet been tested.
Gimli: The walls... of Moria.
[Fellowship walking next to walls of Moria]
Gimli: Dwarf doors are invisible when closed.
Gandalf: Yes, Gimli, their own masters cannot find them if their secrets are forgotten.
Legolas: Why doesnít that surprise me?
[Gimli mutters inaudible]
Gandalf: Well, letís see. Ithildin. It mirrors only starlight and moonlight.
[Doors of Moria appear]
Gandalf: It reads, ďThe Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter.Ē
Merry: What do you suppose that means?
Gandalf: Oh itís quite simple. If you are a friend, you speak the password and the doors will open. Annon edhellen, edro hi ammen! Fennas nogothrim, lasto beth lammen! Elvish gate open now for us! Doorway of the Dwarf-folk, listen to the word of my tongue.
Pippin: Nothingís happening.
Gandalf: I once knew every spell in all the tongues of Elves, Men and Orcs.
Pippin: What are you going to do, then?
Gandalf: Knock your head against these doors, Peregrin Took! And if that does not shatter them, and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions, I will try to find the opening words.
Aragorn: Mines are no place for a pony. Even one so brave as Bill.
Sam: Bye-bye, Bill.
Aragorn: Go on Bill. Go on. Donít worry Sam, he knows the way home.
[Merry and Pippin throw rocks in the water]
Aragorn: Do not disturb the water.
[Water starts rippling]
Gandalf: Oh, this is useless. [mutters]
Frodo: Itís a riddle. ďSpeak Ďfriendí and enter.Ē Whatís the Elvish word for ďfriendĒ?
[Doors open, Fellowship enters Moria]
Gimli: Soon, Master Elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the Dwarves. Roaring fires, malt beer, ripe meat off the bone! This, my friend, is the home of my cousin Balin. And they call it a mine. A mine!
Boromir: This is no mine. Itís a tomb.
[Light falls on the skeletons of Dwarves]
Boromir: We make for the Gap of Rohan. We should never have come here. Now, get out of here. Get out!
[Watcher in the water grabs Frodoís leg and pulls him towards the water]
Merry: Frodo! Help!
Sam: Get off him!
[Watcher pulls back and attacks again with multiple arms, seizing Frodo and hanging him upside down]
[Aragorn and Boromir attack the Watcher until he releases Frodo]
Gandalf: Into the mines!
Aragorn: Into the cave! Run
! Gandalf: 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 Orcs in the deep places of the world. Quietly now. Itís a four-day journey to the other side. Let us hope that our presence may go unnoticed.
Gandalf: The wealth of Moria was not in gold..or jewels..but mithril. Bilbo had a shirt of mithril rings that Thorin gave him.
Gimli: Oh, that was a kingly gift.
Gandalf: Yes. I never told him.. but its worth was greater than the value of the Shire.
Gandalf: I have no memory of this place.
Pippin: Are we lost?
Pippin: I think we are.
Merry: Shh, Gandalfís thinking.
Pippin: Iím hungry.
[Frodo sees Gollum creeping below the Fellowship]
Frodo: Thereís something down there.
Gandalf: Itís Gollum.
Gandalf: Heís been following us for three days.
Frodo: He escaped the dungeons of Barad-dŻr?
Gandalf: Escaped... or was set loose. And now the Ring has brought him here.
Gandalf: He will never be rid of his need for it. He hates and loves the Ring, as he hates and loves himself. Smťagolís life is a sad story. Yes, Smťagol he was once called. Before the Ring found him. Before it drove him mad.
Frodo: Itís a pity Bilbo didnít kill him when he had the chance.
Gandalf: Pity? It is pity that stayed Bilboís hand. Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo? Do not be too eager to deal out death and judgment. Even the very wise cannot see all ends. My heart tells me that Gollum has some part to play yet, for good or ill... before this is over. The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many.
Frodo: I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.
Gandalf: 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 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. Oh. Itís that way.
Merry: Heís remembered.
Gandalf: No. But the air doesnít smell so foul down here. If in doubt, Meriadoc, always follow your nose.
[Fellowship entering the Dwarrowdelf Hall]
Gandalf: Let me risk a little more light. Behold... the great realm and Dwarf-city of Dwarrowdelf.
Sam: Thereís an eye opener, no mistake.