Boromir: Give them a moment for pity's sake!
Aragorn: By nightfall these hills will be swarming with Orcs! We must reach the Woods of Lothlórien. Come Boromir. Legolas. Gimli, get them up.
(Aragorn reaches down to pick up Sam.)
Aragorn: On your feet Sam. (Aragorn looks around for Frodo) Frodo? Frodo!
(Frodo, a few paces away, grieves alone. Weeping silently, he turns towards Aragorn. They continue the journey, Aragorn running in front of them. They cross Dimrill Dale and entes the Woods of Lothlorien. Slowly, the walk under the huge trees)
Gimli: Stay close young Hobbits! They say there's a great sorceress lives in these woods. An Elf-witch of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell...
Galadriel:(v.o.)(whisper) Frodo...
(Frodo, startled, looks around)
Gimli: ...and are never seen again.
Galadriel:(v.o.) Your coming to us… (Frodo stops)..is as the footsteps of doom. You bring great evil here Ring-bearer!
Sam: Mr. Frodo?
(Frodo starts walking again)
Gimli: Well, here's one Dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox!
(Suddenly, Gimli has an arrow pointed towards him. Lorien elves appear from behind the trees, aiming at the others as well. The Fellowship stops and look around, alarmed)
Gimli: Oh..
Haldir: The dwarf breathes so loud we could have shot him in the dark.
Gimli: (mumbles)
(As evening sets in, Haldir stands with the Fellowship in one of the great trees)
Haldir: Mae govannen, Legolas Thranduilion. *Welcome Legolas, son of Thranduil.*
Legolas: Govannas vîn gwennen le, Haldir o Lórien. *Our Fellowship stands in your debt, Haldir of Lórien.*
Haldir: A Aragorn in Dúnedain istannen le ammen. *And Aragorn of the Dúnedain, you are known to us.*
Aragorn: Haldir.
Gimli: So much for the legendary courtesy of the Elves! Speak words we can all understand!
Haldir: We have not had dealings with the Dwarves since the Dark Days.
Gimli: And do you know what this Dwarf says to that? Ishkhaqwi ai durugnul! *I spit upon your grave!*
Aragorn: That was not so courteous.
(Haldir walks up to and stops in front of Frodo)
Haldir: (to Frodo) You bring great evil with you. (To the Fellowship) You can go no furthur.
(Sam and Pippin look accusingly at Frodo. Aragorn quietly argues with Haldir, attempting to get him to let the Fellowship into Lothlórien.)
Boromir: (to Frodo) Gandalf's death was not in vain. Nor would he have you give up hope. You carry a heavy burden, Frodo. Don't carry the weight of the dead.
(Haldir and Aragorn have stopped arguing)
Haldir: You will follow me.
(Haldir leads them through a set of paths in the woods until they are all on a hill overlooking Caras Galadhon.)
Haldir: Caras Galadhon. The heart of Elvendom on earth. Realm of the Lord Celeborn and of Galadriel, Lady of Light.
(The Fellowship arrives at Caras Galadhon. They walk up a winding stairway amongst the trees, towards the grand court of Galadriel and Celeborn. With a glow issuing forth from them, the Lord and Lady of Lothlórien descend to meet the Fellowship, hand in hand. Aragorn touches his head reverently in greeting. The rest of the Fellowship stares in awe)
Celeborn: The Enemy knows you have entered here. What hope you had in secrecy is now gone. Eight that are here yet nine there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me where is Gandalf? For I much desire to speak with him. I can no longer see him from afar.
(Galadriel looks at Aragorn, reading the answer in his eyes)
Galadriel: Gandalf the Grey did not pass the borders of this land. He has fallen into Shadow. (Celeborn looks at her in wonder)