It began with the forging of the Great Rings. Three were given to the Elves: Immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf-lords: Great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else, desire power. For within these rings was bound the strength and will to govern each race. But they were all of them deceived. For another ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a Master Ring to control all others. And into this Ring he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One Ring to rule them all.
There is only one Lord of the Ring. Only one who can bend it to his will. And he does not share power.[to Saruman]
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.
The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.
You cannot pass! I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn! Go back to the Shadow. You shall not pass![to Balrog]
Watch now on:
It’s a dangerous business, Frodo. 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.