The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power

My brother gave his life hunting Sauron.

His task is now mine.

This mark's very existence proves Sauron escaped.

The question now is, where?

The evil is gone.

Then why is it not gone from in here?

These heroes shall be granted a passage across the sea

to the Undying Lands of Valinor.

You're a deserter, aren't you?

Duty demanded I return to Middle-earth.

Was that the mark of your people's king?

My people have no king.

You are more than you claim.

Your people have no king, for you are him.

Come with me to Middle-earth.

And together we will redeem both our bloodlines.

Be careful. I am not the hero you seek.

You remember me?

No.

After Morgoth's defeat, I killed Sauron.

I do not believe you.

I feel like he's my responsibility.

- You feel like everyone is. - No.

He could've landed anywhere, and he landed here.

-This stranger isn't a Man, or an Elf... -

He's something else.

Á kuita!

- Get back! -

This is how we help him.

He wants us to help him find those stars.

-Where are you goin'? -To help my friend.

You're my best friend in this whole wide, wild world.

Do you remember anything more yet?

More has come. But to discover the rest, I know I must go to Rhûn.

Sounds a bit like an adventure.

The light of the Eldar is fading.

Despite our every effort, our decline has only quickened.

If the Elves abandon Middle-earth, it will be the end,

not just of our people, but all peoples.

We are on the cusp of crafting a new kind of power.

Not of the flesh, but over flesh.

All of a sudden, the two of you seem quite familiar.

I'm just offering whatever humble aid I can.

There is no King of the Southlands.

The line was broken.

Tell me your name.

I have had many names.

Sauron lives because of you!

Galadriel, where is Halbrand?

He is gone. And I doubt he will return.

And should he ever, none of us are to treat with him again.

What happened by that stream?

Always, after a defeat...

the shadow takes another shape and grows again.

Morgoth is gone.

Leaving us alone and disgraced.

But today, a new age begins.

Under me.

Your new master.

Sauron.

And with a new age, I bring a new vision.

A path to unconditional conquest.

For I seek a new kind of power.

Not of the flesh, but over flesh.

A power of the unseen world.

One we shall use to enslave the peoples of Middle-earth to our very will.

Many Orcs will die.

But out of the chaos, we will forge a new and perfect order.

No longer will we be hunted as the demons who broke Middle-earth,

but rather worshipped as the saviors who finally healed it.

By bringing its peoples together, to rule them all as one!

Sauron lies!

Doubt me at your peril.

You have nowhere else to turn. The Valar will never forgive you.

Elves will never accept you.

Men...

Men will never look upon you with anything but horror and disgust.

- - A corrupted and ignoble race,

worthy only to be hunted and slaughtered.

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I am your only future, and my path your only path!

Who among you dare say otherwise?

All Hail, Lord Sauron!

The New Dark Lord.

All hail!

Hail Adar!

Hail Adar!

My children... you are free.

Hail Adar! Hail Adar!

Hail Adar! Hail Adar! Hail Adar!

Hail Adar! Hail Adar! Hail Adar!

Hail Adar! Hail Adar! Hail Adar!

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That way lies death, friend.

Then that is my path.

An army of Orcs moves against Men.

We were the fortunate ones.

Perhaps the fortunate ones were the first to die.

I know you've suffered.

I can see it in your eyes.

There's another life waiting for you.

You just have to turn toward it.

That heraldry.

What is it?

A symbol of kings, long-dead.

-Your family? - No.

My family served them.

Then why wear it?

As a reminder that our fates are never certain,

that fortunes can turn, for even the most powerful.

A grim reminder.

Or a hopeful one.

A sure path may crumble,

but there's always another.

Often, it can lead us someplace better.

Someplace good.

They say there's places across the sea, a man can escape himself.

Find another path.

Perhaps another life.

Come with us, if you like.

Or, walk on.

And keep chasing death.

Choice is yours, friend.

- Are you all right? - No.

Nightmares again?

What haunts you so?

I've done evil.

All of us have done things that we care not to admit.

Not like I have.

Find forgiveness.

You are alive because you have chosen good.

But what of tomorrow?

You have to choose it again.

And the next day. And the next.

Until it becomes a part of your nature.

-Grab hold of something. -Ah!

- - Help! Help me!

Help me!

Over here!

- -The tides of fate are flowing.

Yours may be heading in, or out.

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Elrond, stop, give them to me!