The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power

Let the Harfoots be your sole concern.

I will see to the Istar myself.

The Dark Wizard found his staff.

The time has come for you to find yours.

Unless there is somewhere else you wish to be.

Nori.

Unless I find her soon, she will die.

Both of them will die.

Your friend or your destiny?

The choice is yours.

There's something under the mines.

A nameless evil.

You mustn't dig!

We have barely taken a thimble from the ocean of her riches.

Your father, he turned his axe on my men.

You take that army to Eregion now,

and Khazad-dûm might not be here when you return.

I'm Estrid.

Fancy you never want for water on your island.

In Númenor, we have water in most of our homes.

I'd like to see that.

I wager your betrothed would too.

The Valar have deemed her...

-Innocent! -

Hail Tar-Míriel, Queen of the Sea!

Hail Queen Míriel. Hail!

Once the Deceiver obtains a being's trust,

he gains the ability to sculpt their very thoughts.

Fighting at your side...

I felt...

I felt it, too.

You have already been affected once.

Yes.

He knows my mind. And I know his.

Which is why I must face him.

You cannot face him alone.

The High King believes I may be vulnerable to deception.

And why would he think that?

Stop it, Elrond.

Nine Rings to enslave the world of Men.

As he... enslaved me.

- I want the Nine! - No!

They will be far from your reach by now.

Then you are going to bring them to me and place them in my hand.

Together, this crown and your Rings

would be powerful enough to truly destroy Sauron forever.

Sauron has no army of his own.

- Attack! -

So he's lured yours here instead.

He wants you to attack Eregion.

This is all his design!

This is what Sauron wants!

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It's the Ring.

It has him, mind and soul.

Get him to the healing chamber.

What are you gonna do?

No matter what you hear, do not follow me down that mine.

Durin.

Take off the Ring!

I said, take it off!

Or I'll take off the whole hand!

You're strong enough to wield an axe.

But are you strong enough to use it against your father?

No, Father. I'm not.

You've always been stronger than me.

Do you remember when I was a wee lad, and we'd arm wrestle?

You'd let me lift my hand, just enough, to think maybe I could win.

And then you'd slam it down again.

And I knew there was nothing stronger than my father.

Be strong again, Father.

Take it off. I beg you.

A Dwarf... should never beg.

No!

Come and see, my son!

Come and see the true wealth of our mountain.

Behold.

The dynasty of Durin.

But to see our mountain the way I do,

you have to wear a ring, my son.

It's not our mountain, Father.

You taught me that.

With these Rings, it could be.

Run.

Run, Father!

Durin.

Durin!

Durin.

I never let you lift your hand. It was you.

Just you. Getting stronger.

Forgive me, my son.

King Durin.

No! No!

No!

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Huh.

Manwë promised you would come.

I confess, my patience wavered,

but my faith in you, old friend, did not.

You know me?

Know you? We are as kin.

Five of us, there were.

But you were the one who convinced me

to leave the Uttermost West for this world,

because you knew none of us

could ever hope to defeat Sauron alone.

But I was told you wish to ally yourself with Sauron.

You journeyed to Rhûn seeking answers, old friend.

Follow me. And you shall have them.

Your past, your name.

Even your staff.

I did not make the journey alone. Two halflings gave me aid.

Yes. Elanor Brandyfoot and Poppy Proudfellow.

You need not worry.

I have seen to it, the small ones are safe.

Come!

Poppy! Nori!

I instructed they were not to be harmed.

They won't be, once you have given us all that we were promised.

Forgive me, old friend.

I thought these nomads might help me find you.

I see now I was foolish to place trust in such low company.

My people were once Kings, wizard.

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Go!

Go now!

We tried to find you.

My dear friends.

Is he the fella you were looking for out here all along?

Dark Wizard?

That is a name I do not embrace.

Placed upon me by Men long ago,

out of ignorance and fear of our kind.

I hope my actions today will lead you to know better of me.

This the sort of action you mean?

You pity him whose blade was at your throat?

Yes.

Pity will not defeat Sauron.

And if you were to defeat Sauron, would that suffice?

Or would you seek to become his successor?

Walk with me, and in time, we will both be his successors.

I would sooner walk this desert forevermore,

nameless and forgotten.

Then you give me little choice, old friend.

Everybody out!

I only hope losing those you care for most

will give you a taste of the suffering all Middle-earth will know,

should Sauron prove victorious.

No!

When your senses have returned, I will be waiting.

Nori! Nori.

We expect answers. What is the meaning of this?

I was ordered only to gather you here.

I've no answers to give.

Leaders of The Faithful.

I thank you all for coming at this late hour.

To what end?

We have learned why Míriel was able to bewitch the sea.

It would seem she has an ally of cunning powers.

An ally who has already bruised Númenor once

and is now gathering strength to make us bleed.

Absurd.

The Sea Queen has no allies but the Valar who uphold her.

Sauron?