Notes

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Gandalf: Lady Galadriel.
Galadriel: Mithrandir. It has been a long time.
Gandalf: (in elvish) Age may have changed me, but not so the Lady of Lorien.
(Galadriel smiles.)
Gandalf: I had no idea Lord Elrond had sent for you. (A voice sounds out of the darkness.)
Saruman: He didn’t. I did.
(Gandalf turns and sees Saruman the White; he bows to him.)
Gandalf: Saruman.
Saruman: You’ve been busy of late, my friend.
(The White Council, composed of Saruman, Elrond, Galadriel, and Gandalf, are in the pavilion. Gandalf and Saruman sit at a table; Elrond and Galadriel stand or walk about. Dawn is slowly breaking.)
Saruman: Tell me, Gandalf, did you think these plans and schemes of yours would go unnoticed?
Gandalf: Unnoticed? No, I’m simply doing what I feel to be right.
Galadriel: The dragon has long been on your mind.
Gandalf: This is true, my lady. Smaug owes allegiance to no one. But if he should side with the enemy, a dragon could be used to terrible effect.
Saruman: What enemy? Gandalf, the enemy is defeated. Sauron is vanquished. He can never regain his full strength.
Elrond: Gandalf, for four hundred years, we have lived in peace. A hard­won, watchful peace.
Gandalf: Are we? Are we at peace? Trolls have come down from the mountains. They are raiding villages, destroying farms. Orcs have attacked us on the road.
Elrond: Hardly a prelude to war.
Saruman: Always you must meddle, looking for trouble where none exists.
Galadriel: Let him speak.
Gandalf: There is something at work beyond the evil of Smaug. Something far more powerful. We can remain blind, but it will not be ignoring us, that I can promise you. A sickness lies over the Greenwood. The woodsmen who live there now call it ‘Mirkwood’. and they say...
Saruman: Well, don’t stop now. Tell us about the woodsmen say.
Gandalf: They speak of a Necromancer living in Dol Guldur, a sorcerer who can summon the dead.
Saruman: That’s absurd. No such power exists in the world. This...Necromancer is nothing more than a mortal man. A conjurer dabbling in black magic.
Gandalf: And so I thought too. But, Radagast has seen­
Saruman: Radagast? Do not speak to me about Radagast the Brown. He is a foolish fellow.
Gandalf: Well, he’s odd, I grant you. He lives a solitary life.
Saruman: It’s not that. It’s his excessive consumption of mushrooms. They’ve addled his brain and yellowed his teeth. I warned him, it is unbefitting of the Istari to be wander in the woods... (Saruman’s voice fades away as Galadriel focuses on Gandalf, and speaks to him in his mind.)
Galadriel( telepathically): You carry something. It came to you from Radagast. He found it in Dol Guldur.
Gandalf, telepathically: Yes.
Galadriel( telepathically): Show me.
(Gandalf lifts Radagast’s package, which he had in his lap, and places it on the table. It lets out a dull thud.)
Saruman: …or I’d think I was talking to myself…
Elrond:) What is that?
Galadriel: A relic of Mordor.
(Elrond, who was reaching out to unwrap the package, draws his hand back. He then reaches for it again and opens it, revealing the sword Radagast took from the spirit in Dol Guldur. The White Council members look upon it in shock.) (Elrond:) A Morgul blade.
Galadriel: Made for the Witch­king of Angmar, and buried with him. When Angmar fell, men of the North took his body and all that he possessed and sealed it within the High­Fells of Rhudaur. Deep within the rock they buried them, in a tomb so dark it would never come to light.
Elrond: This is not possible. A powerful spells lies upon those tombs; they cannot be opened.
Saruman: What proof do we have this weapon came from Angmar’s grave?
Gandalf: I have none.
Saruman: Because there is none. Let us examine what we know. A single Orc pack has dared to cross the Bruinen. A dagger from a bygone age has been found. And a human sorcerer, who calls himself the Necromancer, has taken up residence in a ruined fortress. It’s not so very much, after all. The question of this dwarvish company, however, troubles me deeply. I’m not convinced, Gandalf; I do not feel I can condone such a quest. If they’d come to me, I might have spared them this disappointment. I do not pretend to understand your reasons for raising their hopes…
(Saruman’s voice fades away as Galadriel again focuses on Gandalf. She speaks to him telepathically.)
Galadriel( telepathically): They are leaving.
(Gandalf, telepathically:) Yes.
Galadriel( telepathically): You knew.
Saruman: …I am afraid there is nothing else for it.
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Galadriel:
You will follow them.

Gandalf:
Yes.

Galadriel:
You are right to help Thorin Oakenshield, but I fear this quest has set in motion forces we do not yet understand. The riddle of the Morgul-blade must be answered. Something moves in the shadows, unseen, hidden from our sight. It will not show itself, not yet...but every day it grows in strength. You must be careful. [Gandalf nods and turns to leave] Mithrandir, why the halfling?

Gandalf:
I don't know. Saruman believes it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. I've found it is the small things; everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keeps the darkness at bay... simple acts of kindness, and love. Why Bilbo Baggins? Perhaps it is because I am afraid... and he gives me courage.

Galadriel:
[takes his hands] Do not be afraid, Mithrandir. You are not alone. [in Elvish] If you ever need my help, I will come.
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Scene 2: Bilbo meeting Gandalf

Bilbo Baggins: Good morning.
Gandalf: What do you mean? Do you wish me a good morning or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not? Or perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning? Or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on? Hm?
Bilbo Baggins: All of them at once, I suppose.
Gandalf: Hmm.
Bilbo Baggins: Can I help you?
Gandalf: That remains to be seen. I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure.
Bilbo Baggins: An adventure? No, I don't imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in adventures. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. Make you late for dinner. Heh, heh. Mm. Huh. Hmm. Oh. Ah. Good morning.
Gandalf: To think that I should have lived to be "good morninged" by Belladonna Took's son as if I were selling buttons at the door.
Bilbo Baggins: Beg your pardon?
Gandalf: You've changed, and not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins.
Bilbo Baggins: I'm sorry, do I know you?
Gandalf: Well, you know my name, although you don't remember I belong to it. I'm Gandalf. And Gandalf means... ...me.
Bilbo Baggins: Gandalf? Not Gandalf the wandering Wizard... ...who made such excellent fireworks? Old Took used to have them on Midsummer's Eve. Heh, heh. Ahem. No idea you were still in business.
Gandalf: And where else should I be?
Bilbo Baggins: Where else...? Ahem.
Gandalf: Well, I'm pleased to find you remember something about me... ...even if it's only my fireworks. Yes. Well, that's decided. It'll be very good for you (Bilbo looks at Gandalf confused) and most amusing for me. I shall inform the others.
Bilbo Baggins: Inform the who? What? No. No. No... Wait. We do not want any adventures here, thank you. Not today. Not... I suggest you try Over the Hill or Across the Water. Good morning.

Farmer(Mr. Worrywort): "Hello, Mr. Bilbo. Here. Have a feel of me tubers. Nice and firm, they are. Just come in from West Farthing."
Bilbo Baggins: "Very impressive, Mr. Worrywort. Now, I don't suppose you've seen a Wizard lurking around these parts?"
Mr. Worrywort: "A tall fellow? Long, gray beard? Pointy hat...? Can't say I have."
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