The Account of Isildur/At the Green Dragon [Barad-dur, Mordor, Gollum being tortured] Gollum: Shire! Baggins! [Gandalf arrives in Minas Tirith] Gandalf: (v.o.) The year 3434 of the Second Age. Here follows the account of Isildur, High King of Gondor, and the finding of the ring of power. It is come to me, the One Ring. It shall be an heirloom of my kingdom. All those who follow in my bloodline shall be bound to it's fate for I will risk no hurt to the ring. It is precious to me, though I buy it with a great pain. The markings upon the band begin to fade. The writing which at first was as clear as red flame has all but disappeared, a secret now that only fire can tell. Ringwraith: Shire....Baggins... Farmer Maggot: There are no Bagginses around here. They're up in Hobbiton. That way! [Hobbits are enjoying themselves at the pub] Merry & Pippin: (singing) Hey ho to the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe! Rain may fall and wind may blow But there'll still be many miles to go! Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain and the stream that runs from hill to plain better than rain or rippling brook [+] (Pippin only) Is a mug o' beer inside this Took! Hobbit: There's been some strange folk crossing the Shire. Dwarves, and others of a less than savory nature. Gaffer Gamgee: War's brewin'. The mountains are fair teeming with goblins. Ted Sandyman: Far off tales and children's stories, that's all that is. You're beginning to sound that old Bilbo Baggins. Cracked, he was. Gaffer: Young Mister Frodo here, he's cracking! Frodo: And proud of it! Cheers, Gaffer. Hobbits: Aye, cheers. Ted: Well it's none of our concern what goes on beyond our borders. Keep your nose out of trouble and no trouble will come to you! Rosie: Goodnight, lads. Sam: Goodnight. Hobbit: Goodnight, sweet maiden of the golden ale! Sam: Boy, mind who you're sweet-talking. Frodo: Don't worry, Sam. Rosie knows an idiot when she sees one. Sam: Does she? [Frodo enters Bag End. It is dark and papers blow around ominously.] Gandalf: Is it secret? Is it safe?