The Nazgul/The Midgewater Marshes

[The Nazgul knock down the gate at Bree, entering the Prancing Pony. The hobbits are sleeping peacefully as the Nazgul surround their beds, swords drawn. They stab into the beds, then pull back the covers revealing pillows in the place of the hobbits. The hobbits are safely in Strider's room.]

Frodo: What are they?

Strider: They were once men, great kings of men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them nine rings of power. Blinded by their greed, they took them without question, and one by one have fallen into darkness. Now they are slaves to his will. They are the Nazgul, ringwraiths, neither living nor dead. At all times they feel the presence of the ring, drawn to the power of the one. They will never stop hunting you.

[The hobbits leave Bree with Strider]

Frodo: Where are you taking us?

Strider: Into the wild.

Merry: How do we know this Strider is a friend of Gandalf?

Frodo: I think a servant of the enemy would look fairer, and feel fouler.

Merry: He's foul enough.

Frodo: We have no choice but to trust him.

Sam: But where's he leading us?

Strider: Rivendell, Master Gamgee. to the house of Elrond.

Sam: Did you hear that? Rivendell! We're going to see the elves!

[The hobbits are starting to get out food]

Strider: Gentlemen. We do not stop til nightfall.

Pippin: What about breakfast?

Strider: You've already had it.

Pippin: We've had one yes. What about second breakfast?

Merry: I don't think he knows about second breakfast, Pip.

Pippin: What about elevensies? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, doesn't he?

Merry: I wouldn't count on it. [Strider throws them apples] Pippin!

[being attacked by midges in the marshes]

Merry: What do they eat when they can't get hobbit?

[later at the campsite]

Strider: [singing]Tinúviel elvanui / Elleth alfirin edhelhael / O hon ring finnil fuinui / A renc gelebrin thiliol
(Tinúviel the elven-fair / Immortal maiden elven-wise / About him cast her shadowy hair / And arms like silver glimmering)

Frodo: Who is she? This woman you sing of?

Strider: Tis the Lay of Luthien. An elf maiden who gave her love to Beren, a mortal.

Frodo: What happened to her?

Strider: She died. Get some sleep, Frodo.