I have come for your aid Saruman the White, in troubled times. The Nine are abroad,...

Gandalf: I have come for your aid Saruman the White, in troubled times. The Nine are abroad, darkness approaches, the Black Riders! Saruman: Is that all the news you have for me then? Gandalf: Is that not enough? Sauron is moving at last! Saruman: We can deal with Sauron ourselves Gandalf. You, and I. One way or another. Gandalf: What talk is this? What are you saying Saruman? Saruman: It is time for us to choose. A new age is upon us, a new power is rising. Nothing that Elves or Men or Wizards can do will avail against it. Its enemies are utterly doomed, but its friends... Gandalf: You are saying that we should join with Mordor? With him? Saruman: Does that displease you? Where is the Ring Gandalf? Why do the servants of Sauron seek for it in the Shire? Have you hidden it there? Would you rather see the Dark Lord have it, or Saruman of Many Colours? Gandalf: Neither of you will have it. Saruman: There is a third choice. It is to remain here, until you tell me where the One Ring may be found. Gandalf: Saruman, if you do this, if you delay me here, Sauron will surely get it then. Saruman: Then he will know his good servants... and his enemies.

-Everyone knows me here. -Well, we don't! You've been very careless so far, Mr. Frodo Baggins. My name is Mr. Underhill. After your performance tonight, it won't matter what you're called. The Black Riders will know who you are by morning. They already know what you bear. Who are you really? I am Gandalf's friend. He asked me to watch out for you. Gandalf? Have you seen him? Where is he? I do not know. We were supposed to meet him here, but I've had no word, no message. It is the first time that I've ever feared for him. Then we will have to go on by ourselves tomorrow. To Rivendell? You'd never get there. The Black Riders are watching the road night and day. They will come on you in the wild, in some dark place, where there's no help. I know the wild country. I can take you to Rivendell by paths that are seldom trodden. Will you have me? With your leave, Mr. Frodo, I'd say no. This Strider, he says be more careful, I say, let's start with him. How do we know he's from Gandalf? More likely, he's a playacting spy, working for.... -For them. -I don't know, Sam. I think one of the Enemy's servants would, well... ...seem fairer and feel fouler, if you understand. While I look foul and feel fair, is that it? Well, no, I meant.... Frodo! Frodo, I've seen them ! I've seen them, Frodo! I've seen them ! Black Riders! My men found him lying in the street. There were two of them. They were hissing to each other. I seemed to be drawn towards them. You do need looking after, all of you. There's been strange folk about for days. That Ranger... ...Strider coming and going and-- Strider! -They've come from Mordor. -Save us! They won't trouble you once I am gone. Strider came to offer me his help. You know your own business, maybe... ...but in your place, I wouldn't take up with a ranger out of the wild. They have no choice. There is no one else for them except a fat innkeeper... ...who only remembers his name because people shout it at him all day! I'll do what I can to help, Mr. Baggins. Mr. Underhill. I'm no hero, but I'll do what I can. Keep watch tonight, you and your folk. There is a hill called Weathertop... ...about half way between here and Rivendell. We will make for it tomorrow. So will Gandalf, if he can. I still don't know if we can trust him, Mr. Frodo. I said, you have no choice, Sam. Because, if I wanted the Ring for myself... ...I could have it, now. My name is Aragorn, son of Arathorn.