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Oh, really? Gandalf! Fireworks, Gandalf! - Gandalf! - Fireworks, Gandalf! Fireworks. Gandalf? - I'm glad you're back. - So am I, dear boy.
๊ทธ๋ž˜? ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„, ํญ์ฃฝ! - ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„! - ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„, ํญ์ฃฝ! ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„ - ๋Œ์•„์˜ค์…”์„œ ๊ธฐ๋ป์š” - ๋‚˜๋„ ๋งˆ์ฐฌ๊ฐ€์ง€๋‹ค
So am I. 'No, thank you!' 'We don't want any more visitors' 'well wishers or distant relations!' And what about very old friends? Gandalf?
๋‚˜๋„ ๊ทธ๋ž˜ ๊ณ ๋ง™์ง€๋งŒ ๋์–ด์š”! ๋” ์ด์ƒ ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธ๊ฐ์ด๋‚˜ ์ถ•ํ•˜๊ฐ ์นœ์ฒ™๋“ค์€ ์‚ฌ์ ˆ์ด์˜ค! ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ์•„์ฃผ ์˜ค๋žœ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋Š”? ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„?
- Bilbo Baggins. - My dear Gandalf! Good to see you. Ha ha ha. One hundred and eleven years old! Who'd believe it? You haven't aged a day. Come on, come in!
- ๋นŒ๋ณด ๋ฐฐ๊ธด์Šค! - ๋‚ด ์นœ๊ตฌ ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„! ๋ฐ˜๊ฐ‘๋„ค, 111์‚ด์ด๋ผ๋‹ˆ! ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ๋ˆ„๊ฐ€ ๋ฏฟ๊ฒ ๋‚˜? ์ „ํ˜€ ์•ˆ ๋Š™์—ˆ๊ตฐ ์–ด์„œ ๋“ค์–ด์˜ค๊ฒŒ, ์–ด์„œ!
Welcome, welcome. Ah! Oh, here we are. Ugh! Uhh! Tea? Or maybe something a little stronger? Uh, I've got a few bottles of the Old Winyard left. 1296. Very good year. Almost as old as I am.
์ž˜ ์™”์–ด, ์ž˜ ์™”๋‹ค๊ณ  ์ž ๊น๋งŒ... ์ฐจ ์–ด๋–ค๊ฐ€? ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ฉด ๋” ๋…ํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์œผ๋กœ? 1296๋…„์‚ฐ ํฌ๋„์ฃผ๊ฐ€ ๋ช‡ ๋ณ‘ ์žˆ์–ด ์•„์ฃผ ์ข‹์€ ์ˆ ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ๊ฑฐ์˜ ๋‚˜๋งŒํผ ์˜ค๋ž˜๋์ง€
It was laid down by my father. 'What say we open one, eh?' Just tea, thank you. Oh! Oh. 'Not that it matters. You come and go as you please.' 'Always have and always will.' 'You've caught me a bit unprepared I'm afraid.' Uh, we've only got cold chicken and a bit of pickle of..
์•„๋ฒ„์ง€ํ•œํ…Œ ๋ฌผ๋ ค๋ฐ›์€ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ํ•œ ๋ณ‘ ๋”ฐ๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์–ด๋–จ๊นŒ? ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ์ฐจ ๋งˆ์‹ค๊ฒŒ, ๊ณ ๋งˆ์›Œ ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋Š˜ ์˜ˆ๊ณ  ์—†์ด ์™”๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ์‚ฌ๋ผ์ง€๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ์ค€๋น„๋ฅผ ๋ฏธ์ฒ˜ ๋ชป ํ–ˆ์–ด ์ฐจ๊ฐ€์šด ๋‹ญ๊ณ ๊ธฐ์™€ ์ ˆ์ž„๋ฐ–์— ์—†๋„ค
There's some cheese here. Oh, no.. 'Er, we've got raspberry jam, an apple tart..' 'I've just found some sponge cake.' I could make you some eggs if you'd li..
์น˜์ฆˆ๋„ ์ข€ ์žˆ์„ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ์•„๋‹ˆ, ์•ˆ ๋˜๊ฒ ๊ตฐ ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋‚˜๋ฌด๋”ธ๊ธฐ ์žผ๊ณผ ์‚ฌ๊ณผ ํŒŒ์ด๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋Š”๋ฐ... ์ŠคํŽ€์ง€ ์ผ€์ดํฌ๊ฐ€ ์ข€ ์žˆ๊ฑฐ๋“  '์™ธ๋กœ์šด ์‚ฐ' ์›ํ•œ๋‹ค๋ฉด ๊ณ„๋ž€์ด๋ผ๋„...
- Just tea, thank you. - Oh, right. You don't mind if I eat, do you? No, no, not at all. 'Bilbo! Bilbo Baggins!' I'm not at home! Oh. I want to see mountains again. Mountains, Gandalf! And then find somewhere quiet where I can finish my book. Oh, tea.
- ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ์ฐจ ๋งˆ์‹ค๊ฒŒ, ๊ณ ๋งˆ์›Œ - ์•Œ์•˜์–ด ๋จน์–ด๋„ ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์ง€? ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ, ์–ด์„œ ๋“ค๊ฒŒ ๋นŒ๋ณด! ๋นŒ๋ณด ๋ฐฐ๊ธด์Šค! ๋‚œ ์ง‘์— ์—†๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ๋‹ค์‹œ ์‚ฐ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์‹ถ๋„ค ์‚ฐ ๋ง์ด์•ผ, ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„ ๋‚ด ์ฑ…์„ ์™„์„ฑํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ์กฐ์šฉํ•œ ๊ณณ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด, ์ฐจ๋ฅผ ๊นœ๋ฐ•ํ–ˆ๊ตฐ!
So you mean to go through with your plan, then? Yes, yes. It's all in hand. All the arrangements are made. Oh, thank you. Frodo suspects something.
๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ๊ณ„ํš๋Œ€๋กœ ํ•  ์…ˆ์ธ๊ฐ€? ๊ทธ๋ž˜, ์ค€๋น„ ๋‹ค ๋์–ด ์ •๋ฆฌ๋„ ๋‹ค ํ–ˆ๊ณ  ๊ณ ๋ง™๋„ค ํ”„๋กœ๋„๊ฐ€ ๋ญ”๊ฐ€ ๋ˆˆ์น˜๋ฅผ ์ฑˆ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„
He's a Baggins, not some block headed Bracegirdle from Hardbottle. You will tell him, won't you? - Yes, yes. - He's very fond of you. I know.
ํ•˜๋“œ๋ณดํ‹€์—์„œ ์˜จ ๋ธŒ๋ ˆ์ด์Šค๊ฑฐ๋“ค ์ง‘์•ˆ์˜ ๋ฉ์ฒญ์ด๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹ˆ๊ฑฐ๋“  ๊ทธ ์• ์—๊ฒŒ ๋งํ•ด์ค„ ๊ฑฐ์ง€? - ๊ทธ๋ž˜, ๊ทธ๋ž˜ - ์ž๋„ค๋ฅผ ์•„์ฃผ ์ข‹์•„ํ•ด ๋‚˜๋„ ์•Œ์•„
He'd probably come with me if I asked him. I think in his heart, Frodo's still in love with the Shire. The woods, the fields. Little rivers. I am old, Gandalf. I know I don't look it but I'm beginning to feel it in my heart.
๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ™์ด ๊ฐ€์ž๊ณ  ํ•˜๋ฉด ๋ถ„๋ช…ํžˆ ๋”ฐ๋ผ๋‚˜์„ค ๋…€์„์ด์ง€ ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ ์• ์˜ ๋งˆ์Œ์€ ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ์ƒค์ด์–ด๋ฅผ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด ์ˆฒ๊ณผ ๋“คํŒ ์ž‘์€ ๊ฐ•์ค„๊ธฐ๋“ค ๋‚œ ๋Š™์—ˆ๋„ค, ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„ ๊ฒ‰์œผ๋กœ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์•ˆ ๋ณด์—ฌ๋„ ๋งˆ์Œ์œผ๋กœ ๋А๋ผ๊ณ  ์žˆ์ง€
Uh-uh, uh.. I feel...thin. Sort of stretched like.. ...butter scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday. A very long holiday. And I don't expect I shall return.
์–‡์•„์ง€๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๋งŒ ๊ฐ™์•„ ๋Š˜์–ด๋‚œ ๊ฒƒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ... ๋นต์—๋‹ค ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋งŽ์ด ํŽด ๋ฐ”๋ฅธ ๋ฒ„ํ„ฐ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋ง์ด์•ผ ๋‚œ ํœด๊ฐ€๊ฐ€ ํ•„์š”ํ•ด ์•„์ฃผ ๊ธด ํœด๊ฐ€๊ฐ€ ๋Œ์•„์˜ค์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒ ์ง€
In fact, I mean not to. Old Toby. The finest weed in the Southfarthing. Gandalf, my old friend.. ...this will be a night to remember. Hello, hello.
์‹ค์€, ์•ˆ ๋Œ์•„์˜ฌ ์ž‘์ •์ด์•ผ ์˜ฌ๋“œ ํ† ๋น„ ์‚ฌ์šฐ์ŠคํŒŒ๋”ฉ ์ตœ๊ณ ์˜ ์—ฐ์ดˆ์ง€ ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„, ๋‚ด ์˜ค๋žœ ์นœ๊ตฌ ์˜ค๋Š˜ ๋ฐค์€ ์žŠ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•  ๋ฐค์ด ๋  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ์ด๊ฒŒ ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์•ผ
Fatty Bolger. Lovely to see you. Welcome, welcome. Go on, Sam. Ask Rosie for a dance. Mmm, I think I'll just have another ale. Oh, no, you don't. Go on!
๋šฑ๋ณด ๋ณผ์ €, ๋ฐ˜๊ฐ‘๊ตฐ ์ž˜ ์™”์–ด ๊ฐ€๋ด, ์ƒ˜ ๋กœ์ง€์—๊ฒŒ ์ถค์„ ์‹ ์ฒญํ•ด! ๋งฅ์ฃผ๋‚˜ ํ•œ ์ž” ๋” ํ•ด์•ผ๊ฒ ์–ด์š” ์•„๋‹ˆ, ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์ง€ ๋ง๊ณ  ์–ด์„œ ๊ฐ€๋ด!
So there I was.. ...at the mercy of three monstrous trolls. And they were all arguing amongst themselves about how they were going to cook us. 'Whether it be turned on a spit' or whether they should sit on us one by one and squash us into jelly.
๋‚ด ๋ชฉ์ˆจ์€... ๋”์ฐํ•œ ํŠธ๋กค ์„ธ ๋†ˆ์˜ ์†์•„๊ท€์— ๋‹ฌ๋ ค ์žˆ์—ˆ์ง€ ๋†ˆ๋“ค์€ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์š”๋ฆฌํ• ์ง€ ์ž๊ธฐ๋“ค๋ผ๋ฆฌ ์‹ธ์šฐ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์–ด ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ผฌ์ฑ™์ด์— ๋ผ์šธ์ง€ ์ ค๋ฆฌ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์œผ๊นจ ๋†“์„์ง€ ๋ง์ด์•ผ
'God, they spent so much time arguing' Poof! And turned them all to stone! Quickly. Whoa! Up they go! No no, the big one, big one. - Done. - Stick it in the ground.
๋†ˆ๋“ค์ด ์ด๋Ÿฌ์ฟต์ €๋Ÿฌ์ฟต ๋‹คํˆฌ๋А๋ผ ์ •์‹ ์ด ์—†๋Š” ์‚ฌ์ด์— ๋†ˆ๋“ค์€ ์ „๋ถ€ ๋Œ์ด ๋ผ๋ฒ„๋ ธ์–ด! ๋นจ๋ฆฌ! ์˜ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ„๋‹ค! ์•„๋‹ˆ, ํฐ ๊ฑฐ๋กœ... - ๋์–ด! - ๋•…์— ๊ฝ‚๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์ž–์•„
- It is in the ground. - Outside! This was your idea. Aah! There hasn't been a dragon in these parts for thousands of years. That was good. Let's get another one. Ah. Ah! Ah! Aa-ah! 'Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took.' I might've known. 'Speech, Bilbo!' - Speech! - 'Speech!' Speech!
- ๋•…์— ์žˆ๋Š”๋ฐ - ๋ฐ–์—์„œ ํ•ด์•ผ์ง€! ๋„ค ์ƒ๊ฐ์ด์—ˆ์ž–์•„! ๋ง๋„ ์•ˆ ๋ผ, ์ด ๋ถ€๊ทผ์—์„œ ์šฉ์ด๋ผ๊ณค ์ฒœ ๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ ๋‚˜ํƒ€๋‚œ ์ ์ด ์—†๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋๋‚ด์ฃผ๋Š”๋ฐ ํ•˜๋‚˜ ๋” ๊ฐ€์ ธ์˜ค์ž ๋ฉ”๋ฆฌ์•„๋… ๋ธŒ๋žœ๋””๋ฒ… ํŽ˜๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋ฆฐ ํˆญ ์ง์ž‘๋Œ€๋กœ๊ตฐ ํ•œ๋งˆ๋”” ํ•˜์„ธ์š”, ๋นŒ๋ณด! - ์—ฐ์„ค! - ์—ฐ์„ค!
My dear Bagginses and Boffins. Tooks and Brandybucks. Grubbs. Hey! Chubbs. Hey! Hornblowers. Bolgers. Ey! Today is my 111th birthday! Happy birthday!
์นœ์• ํ•˜๋Š” ๋ฐฐ๊ธด์Šค๋“ค๊ณผ ๋ณดํ•€๋“ค ํˆญ๋“ค, ๋ธŒ๋žœ๋””๋ฒ…๋“ค ๊ทธ๋Ÿฝ๋“ค, ์ฒฉ๋“ค ํ˜ผ๋ธ”๋กœ์›Œ๋“ค ๋ณผ์ €๋“ค ์˜ค๋Š˜์€ ๋‚ด 111๋ฒˆ์งธ ์ƒ์ผ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค! ์ƒ์ผ ์ถ•ํ•˜ํ•ด์š”!
And alas, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits. I don't know half of you half as well as I should like and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.
ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ 111๋…„์€ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋ฉ‹์ง€๊ณ  ํ›Œ๋ฅญํ•œ ํ˜ธ๋น—๋“ค๊ณผ ์‚ด๊ธฐ์—๋Š” ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์งง์€ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด์—ˆ์–ด์š” ์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ๋ถ„ ์ค‘ ์ ˆ๋ฐ˜ ์ •๋„์™€๋Š” ์ข€ ๋” ์•Œ๊ณ  ์ง€๋‚ด๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๊ณ  ์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ๋ถ„ ์ค‘ ์ ˆ๋ฐ˜ ์ดํ•˜์—๊ฒŒ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ๋ฐ›์•„ ๋งˆ๋•…ํ•œ ๋งŒํผ์˜ ์• ์ •์„ ์Ÿ์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ์ฃ 
I ha-have things to do. I've put this off for far too long. I regret to announce this is the end! I'm going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell.
๋‚œ ํ•ด์•ผ ํ•  ์ผ์ด ์žˆ์–ด์š” ๋„ˆ๋ฌด๋‚˜ ์˜ค๋žซ๋™์•ˆ ๋ฏธ๋ค„์™”๋˜ ์ผ์ด์ฃ  ์ด๊ฒƒ์ด ๋งˆ์ง€๋ง‰์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ๋งํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋˜์–ด ์œ ๊ฐ์ด์—์š” ๋‚œ ์ด์ œ ๋– ๋‚ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๋ชจ๋‘์—๊ฒŒ ์• ์ •์„ ๋‹ด์•„ ์ž‘๋ณ„์„ ๊ณ ํ•˜๊ฒ ์–ด์š”
Goodbye. I suppose you think that was terribly clever. Come on, Gandalf. Did you see their faces? There are many magic rings in this world, Bilbo Baggins and none of them should be used lightly. It was just a bit of fun.
์•ˆ๋…• ๋Œ€๋‹จํžˆ ์žฌ์น˜์žˆ๋Š” ์ž‘๋ณ„ ์ธ์‚ฌ์˜€๋‹ค๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐํ•˜๊ฒ ์ง€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์ง€ ๋งˆ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์˜ ๋†€๋ž€ ํ‘œ์ • ๋ชป ๋ดค๋‚˜? ์„ธ์ƒ์˜ ๊ทธ ์–ด๋–ค ๋งˆ๋ฒ• ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋„ ๊ฒฝ์†”ํžˆ ๋‹ค๋ค„์ ธ์„  ์•ˆ ๋ผ ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ์žฌ๋ฏธ๋กœ ํ•œ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ!
Oh, you're probably right, as usual. You will keep an eye on Frodo, won't you? 'Two eyes.' Yes. 'As often as I can spare them.' I'm leaving everything to him. 'What about this ring of yours?' Is that staying too? Yes, yes. It's in an envelope over there on the mantelpiece. Oh.
๊ทธ๋ž˜, ์ž๋„ค ๋ง์ด ๋งž๊ฒ ์ง€ ๋Š˜ ๊ทธ๋žฌ๋“ฏ์ด ํ”„๋กœ๋„๋ฅผ ์ž˜ ๋ณด์‚ดํŽด์ค„ ๊ฑฐ์ง€? ํ™•์‹คํžˆ ๋ณด์‚ดํ•„๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ€๋Šฅํ•œ ํ•œ ์ž์ฃผ ๋ง์ด์•ผ ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฑธ ๋…€์„์—๊ฒŒ ๋‚จ๊ธธ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ๊ทธ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋Š” ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ํ•  ๊ฑด๊ฐ€? ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ๋„ ๋‘๊ณ  ๊ฐ€๋ ค๊ณ ? ๊ทธ๋ž˜, ๊ทธ๋ž˜ ๋ฒฝ๋‚œ๋กœ ์œ„์˜ ๋ด‰ํˆฌ ์•ˆ์— ๋“ค์–ด์žˆ๋„ค
No. Wait, it's.. ...here in my pocket. Isn't that-isn't that odd, now? Yet, after all, why not? Why shouldn't I keep it? I think you should leave the ring behind, Bilbo.
์•„๋‹ˆ, ์ž ๊น๋งŒ ๊ทธ๊ฑด... ๋‚ด ์ฃผ๋จธ๋‹ˆ ์•ˆ์— ์žˆ์–ด ์ด๊ฑด... ๋ฌ˜ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š๋‚˜? ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋ชป ํ•  ๊ฒƒ๋„ ์—†์ง€ ์™œ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ€์ง€๋ฉด ์•ˆ ๋˜์ง€? ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ๋‘๊ณ  ๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์ข‹๊ฒ ์–ด
'Is that so hard?' Well, no. And yes. Now it comes to it, I don't feel like parting with it. It's mine. I found it! It came to me! There's no need to get angry. Well, if I'm angry, it's your fault!
๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์–ด๋ ค์šด๊ฐ€? ์•„๋‹ˆ ๊ทธ๋ž˜ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋˜๊ณ  ๋ณด๋‹ˆ ๋‚ด๊ฒŒ์„œ ๋–ผ์–ด๋†“์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์„ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„ ์ด๊ฑด ๋‚ด ๊ฑฐ์•ผ, ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ฐพ์•˜์–ด ๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ ์˜จ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ ! ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํ™”๋‚ผ ํ•„์š”๋Š” ์—†์–ด ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋‚ด๋Š” ๊ฑด ์ž๋„ค ํƒ“์ด์•ผ!
It's mine. My own. My precious. Precious? 'It's been called that before, but not by you.' What business is it of yours what I do with my own things?
์ด๊ฑด ๋‚ด ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ๋‚ด ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ  ๋‚ด ๋ณด๋ฌผ ๋ณด๋ฌผ? ์ „์—๋„ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋ถˆ๋ฆฐ ์ ์ด ์žˆ์ง€ ์ž๋„ค๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹Œ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์ด์—๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด ๊ฒƒ์œผ๋กœ ๋ญ˜ ํ•˜๋“  ์ž๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ƒ๊ด€์ด์•ผ?
I think you've had that ring quite long enough. - You want it for yourself! - Bilbo Baggins! Do not take me for some conjurer of cheap tricks. I am not trying to rob you.
์ž๋„ค๋Š” ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์˜ค๋ž˜ ๊ฐ–๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋˜ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™๊ตฐ - ์ž๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ€์ง€๋ ค๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์ง€! - ๋นŒ๋ณด ๋ฐฐ๊ธด์Šค! ๋‚  ์น˜์‚ฌํ•œ ์ˆ˜์ž‘์ด๋‚˜ ๋ถ€๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์‹ธ๊ตฌ๋ ค ๋งˆ๋ฒ•์‚ฌ๋กœ ์—ฌ๊ธฐ์ง€ ๋ง๊ฒŒ! ์ž๋„ค์—๊ฒŒ์„œ ํ›”์น˜๋ ค๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ
I'm trying to help you. All your long years, we've been friends. Trust me as you once did. Hmm? Let it go. You're right, Gandalf. The ring must go to Frodo.
์ž๋„ค๋ฅผ ๋„์šฐ๋ ค๋Š” ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ  ์šฐ๋ฆฐ ์•„์ฃผ ์˜ค๋žœ ์นœ๊ตฌ์˜€์ž–์•„ ์ „์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋‚  ๋ฏฟ์–ด์ฃผ๊ฒŒ ๋†“๊ณ  ๊ฐ€ ์ž๋„ค๊ฐ€ ์˜ณ์•„, ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋Š” ํ”„๋กœ๋„์—๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ€์•ผ์ง€
It's late. The road is long. Yes, it is time. The ring is still in your pocket. I've thought up an ending for my book. "And he lived happily ever after.. ...to the end of his days."
๋Šฆ์—ˆ๊ตฐ, ๊ฐˆ ๊ธธ์ด ๋ฉ€์–ด ๊ทธ๋ž˜, ์ด์ œ ๋– ๋‚˜์•ผ์ง€ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋Š” ์•„์ง ์ž๋„ค ์ฃผ๋จธ๋‹ˆ ์†์— ์žˆ์–ด ๋‚ด ์ฑ…์˜ ๋งˆ์ง€๋ง‰ ๋ถ€๋ถ„์„ ์ƒ๊ฐํ•ด๋ƒˆ๋„ค "๊ทธ๋Š” ๋งˆ์ง€๋ง‰ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„๊นŒ์ง€ ์•„์ฃผ ํ–‰๋ณตํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์‚ด์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค"
And I'm sure you will, my dear friend. Goodbye, Gandalf. Goodbye, dear Bilbo. Until our next meeting. It's mine. My own. My precious. Riddles in the dark. Bilbo!
๋‚˜๋„ ์ž๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋Ÿด ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐํ•˜๋„ค, ์นœ๊ตฌ ์ž˜ ์žˆ๊ฒŒ, ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„ ์ž˜ ๊ฐ€๊ฒŒ, ๋นŒ๋ณด ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋งŒ๋‚  ๋•Œ๊นŒ์ง€ ์ด๊ฑด ๋‚ด ๊ฑฐ์•ผ, ๋‚ด ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ  ๋‚ด ๋ณด๋ฌผ ์•”ํ‘ ์†์˜ ์ˆ˜์ˆ˜๊ป˜๋ผ ์‚ผ์ดŒ!
Bilbo! My precious. Precious. He's gone, hasn't he? He talked for so long about leaving. I didn't think he'd really do it. Gandalf? Bilbo's ring.
์‚ผ์ดŒ! ๋‚ด ๋ณด๋ฌผ ๋ณด๋ฌผ ์‚ผ์ดŒ์€ ๋– ๋‚˜์…จ๊ตฐ์š” ๊ทธ๋ ‡์ฃ ? ์˜ค๋ž˜์ „๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ๋– ๋‚  ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ  ํ•˜์…จ์ง€๋งŒ ์ •๋ง ๋– ๋‚˜์‹ค ์ค„์€ ๋ชฐ๋ž์–ด์š” ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„? ๋นŒ๋ณด์˜ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋‹ค
He's gone to stay with the elves. He's left you Bag End. Along with all his possessions. The ring is yours now. 'Put it somewhere out of sight.' Where are you going?
๊ทธ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋Š” ์—˜ํ”„์˜ ๋•…์—์„œ ์ง€๋‚ผ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ์ด๊ณณ์„ ๋„ค๊ฒŒ ๋‚จ๊ฒจ์คฌ๋‹ค ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด๋“ค๊ณผ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์ด์ œ ์ด ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋Š” ๋„ค ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ๋ˆˆ์— ๋„์ง€ ์•Š๋Š” ๊ณณ์— ๋‘๋ ด ์–ด๋”” ๊ฐ€์„ธ์š”?
There are some things that I must see to. What things? Questions. Questions that need answering. But you've only just arrived. I don't understand. Neither do I.
๋ญ˜ ์ข€ ์ฐพ์•„๋ณผ ๊ฒŒ ์žˆ์–ด ๋ญ”๋ฐ์š”? ์˜๋ฌธ์ ๋“ค ์˜๋ฌธ์ ์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๋‹ต์„ ์ฐพ์•„์•ผ ํ•ด ์ง€๊ธˆ ๋ง‰ ์˜ค์…จ์ž–์•„์š” ์ดํ•ด๊ฐ€ ์•ˆ ๋ผ์š” ๋‚˜๋„ ๋งˆ์ฐฌ๊ฐ€์ง€์•ผ
Keep it secret. Keep it safe. 'Baggins!' 'Shire!' 'Baggins!' ""The year 3434 of the Second Age." "Here follows the account of Isildur "High King of Gondor ""and the finding of the ring of power."
๋น„๋ฐ€๋กœ ํ•˜๋ ด ์•ˆ์ „ํ•œ ๊ณณ์— ๋ณด๊ด€ํ•ด ์ƒค์ด์–ด! ๋ฐฐ๊ธด์Šค! "์ œ2์˜ ์‹œ๋Œ€, 3434๋…„" "์ด๊ฒƒ์€ ์ด์‹ค๋‘๋ฅด์˜ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋‹ค ๊ณค๋„๋ฅด์˜ ์œ„๋Œ€ํ•œ ์™•์ด์ž" "ํž˜์˜ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์€ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด๋‹ค"
"All those who follow in my bloodline "shall be bound to its fate ""for I will risk no hurt to the ring." ""...though I buy it with great pain."
"๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฐ˜์ง€๊ฐ€ ๋ฌด์‚ฌํžˆ ๋ณด์กด๋˜๋„๋ก ํ•  ๊ฒƒ์ด๋ฉฐ" "๋‚ด ํ›„์†๋“ค์€ ๋ชจ๋‘ ์ด ๋ฐ˜์ง€์™€ ์šด๋ช…์„ ํ•จ๊ป˜ํ•˜๋ฆฌ๋ผ" "๋‚ด๊ฒŒ๋Š” ์†Œ์ค‘ํ•œ ๋ณด๋ฌผ์ด๋‹ค"
""The markings upon the band begin to fade." "The writing, which at first was as clear as red flame "has all but disappeared. "A secret now that only fire can tell."
"๋ฐ˜์ง€์— ์“ฐ์—ฌ์ง„ ๋ฌธ๊ตฌ๊ฐ€ ์ง€์›Œ์ง€๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๋‹ค" "์ฒ˜์Œ์—๋Š” ๋ถˆ๊ฝƒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์„ ๋ช…ํ•˜๋˜ ๊ธ€์ž๊ฐ€ ๋ชจ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋ผ์ ธ๋ฒ„๋ ธ๋‹ค" "์ด์ œ ๊ทธ ๋น„๋ฐ€์€ ๋ถˆ๊ธธ๋งŒ์ด ๋งํ•ด์ฃผ๋ฆฌ๋ผ"
Shire. Baggins. There's no Bagginses around here. They're all up in Hobbiton. That way. - Goodnight, lads. - Goodnight. Is it secret? Is it safe?
์ƒค์ด์–ด ๋ฐฐ๊ธด์Šค ์ด ๊ทผ์ฒ˜์—๋Š” ๋ฐฐ๊ธด์Šค ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ์—†์–ด์š” ๋ชจ๋‘ ํ˜ธ๋น„ํŠผ์— ์‚ด์ฃ  ์ €์ชฝ์ด์—์š” - ์ž˜ ์ž - ์ž˜ ์ž ๋น„๋ฐ€์€ ์ง€์ผฐ๋‹ˆ? ์•ˆ์ „ํ•ด?
Ah. What are you doing? Hold out your hand, Frodo. It's quite cool. What can you see? Can you see anything? Nothing. 'There's nothing.' 'Wait.' There are markings.
๋ญ ํ•˜์‹œ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”? ์†์„ ๋‚ด๋ฐ€์–ด๋ด, ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ์ฐจ๊ฐ€์šธ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ๋ญ๊ฐ€ ๋ณด์ด๋‹ˆ? ๋ญ”๊ฐ€ ๋ณด์ด๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์—†์–ด? ์—†์–ด์š” ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„์š” ์ž ๊น๋งŒ์š” ๋ฌด์Šจ ๋ฌธ๊ตฌ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋„ค์š”
It's some form of Elvish. I can't read it. There are few who can. The language is that of Mordor, which I will not utter here. Mordor? In the common tongue, it says ""One ring to rule them all.."
์—˜ํ”„์กฑ์˜ ๋ง์ธ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์€๋ฐ ๋ชป ์ฝ๊ฒ ์–ด์š” ์ฝ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ๊ฑฐ์˜ ์—†์ง€ ๊ทธ๊ฑด ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋„๋ฅด์˜ ์–ธ์–ด๋ž€๋‹ค ์—ฌ๊ธฐ์„œ๋Š” ๋งํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์œผ๋งˆ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋„๋ฅด! ํ”ํžˆ ์‚ฌ์šฉ๋˜๋Š” ์–ธ์–ด๋กœ ํ’€์ดํ•˜์ž๋ฉด "๋ชจ๋“  ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ์ง€๋ฐฐํ•˜๋Š” ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ๋ฐ˜์ง€"
""...one ring to find them.." ""...one ring to bring them all.." "...and in the darkness bind them." This is the One Ring, forged by the Dark Lord Sauron in the fires of Mount Doom. Taken by Isildur from the hand of Sauron himself.
"๋ชจ๋“  ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์•„๋‚ด๋Š” ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ๋ฐ˜์ง€" "๋ชจ๋“  ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ๋ถˆ๋Ÿฌ๋“ค์—ฌ" "์•”ํ‘ ์†์— ๋ฌถ๋Š” ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ๋ฐ˜์ง€" ์•”ํ‘์˜ ์™• ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์ด ์šด๋ช…์˜ ์‚ฐ์—์„œ ๋งŒ๋“ค์—ˆ๊ณ  ์ด์‹ค๋‘๋ฅด๊ฐ€ ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์˜ ์†์—์„œ ๋นผ์•—์•˜๋˜ ๋ฐ˜์ง€์ง€
Bilbo found it. - In Gollum's cave. - 'Yes.' For 60 years, the Ring lay quiet in Bilbo's keeping.. ...prolonging his life, delaying old age. But no longer, Frodo. 'Evil is stirring in Mordor.' The Ring has awoken.
์‚ผ์ดŒ์ด ์ฐพ์•„๋ƒˆ์ฃ  - ๊ณจ๋ฃธ์˜ ๋™๊ตด์—์„œ์š” - ๊ทธ๋ž˜ 60๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋Š” ๋นŒ๋ณด์˜ ์ˆ˜์ค‘์—์„œ ๋นŒ๋ณด์˜ ์‚ถ์„ ์—ฐ์žฅ์‹œํ‚ค๊ณ  ๊ทธ์˜ ๋…ธํ™”๋ฅผ ์ง€์—ฐ์‹œํ‚ค๋ฉฐ ์กฐ์šฉํžˆ ์žˆ์—ˆ์–ด ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ด์   ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ, ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋„๋ฅด์— ์‚ฌ์•…ํ•œ ๊ธฐ์šด์ด ๊ฟˆํ‹€๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด ์ด ๋ฐ˜์ง€๊ฐ€ ๊นจ์–ด๋‚œ ๊ฑฐ์ง€
It's heard its master's call. But he was destroyed. Sauron was destroyed. 'No, Frodo.' The spirit of Sauron endured. His life force is bound to the Ring and the Ring survived.
์ฃผ์ธ์˜ ๋ถ€๋ฆ„์„ ๋“ค์€ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ฃฝ์—ˆ์ž–์•„์š” ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์€ ์ฃฝ์—ˆ๋‹ค๊ณ ์š” ์•„๋‹ˆ, ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์˜ ์˜ํ˜ผ์€ ๋‚จ์•„ ์žˆ๋‹ค ๊ทธ์˜ ์ƒ๋ช…๋ ฅ์€ ๋ฐ˜์ง€์— ๋ฌถ์—ฌ ์žˆ์ง€ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋Š” ์‚ด์•„๋‚จ์•˜์–ด
Sauron has returned. 'His orcs have multiplied.' His fortress at Barad-dur is rebuilt in the land of Mordor. Sauron needs only this ring 'to cover all the lands in a second darkness.' He is seeking it.
์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์ด ๋Œ์•„์™”๋‹ค ๊ทธ์˜ ์˜คํฌ ๊ตฐ๋‹จ์ด ์ปค์ ธ๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด ๋ฐ”๋ž๋‘๋ฅด์˜ ์š”์ƒˆ๊ฐ€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋„๋ฅด์— ์žฌ๊ฑด๋๋‹ค ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์ด ๋‹ค์‹œ ํ•œ๋ฒˆ ์„ธ์ƒ์„ ์•”ํ‘์œผ๋กœ ๋’ค๋ฎ๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ํ•„์š”ํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์€ ์ด ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฟ์ด์•ผ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ์ฐพ๊ณ  ์žˆ๊ฒ ์ง€
Seeking it. All his thought is bent on it. 'For the Ring yearns above all else' 'to return to the hand of its master.' They are one.. ...the Ring and the Dark Lord. Frodo.. ...he must never find it. Alright. We put it away. We keep it hidden. We never speak of it again.
๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์•„๋‚ด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ์˜จํ†ต ๊ทธ ์ƒ๊ฐ๋ฟ์ผ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ์ด ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋„ ๊ฐ„์ ˆํžˆ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด ์ž์‹ ์˜ ์ฃผ์ธ์—๊ฒŒ ๋Œ์•„๊ฐ€๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ง์ด์•ผ ๊ทธ ๋‘˜์€ ํ•˜๋‚˜๋‹ค ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ๋ฐ˜์ง€์™€ ์•”ํ‘์˜ ์™• ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์ด๊ฑธ ์ฐพ์•„๋‚ด์„  ์•ˆ ๋ผ ์•Œ์•˜์–ด์š” ์ด๊ฑธ ๊นŠ์ˆ™์ด ๊ฐ์ถฐ ๋†“๊ณ  ์–˜๊ธฐ๋„ ๊บผ๋‚ด์ง€ ์•Š์œผ๋ฉด ๋˜์ฃ 
Do they, Gandalf? There is one other who knew that Bilbo had the Ring. 'I looked everywhere for the creature Gollum.' But the enemy found him first.
๊ทธ๋ ‡์ฃ , ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„? ๋นŒ๋ณด๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฑธ ์•„๋Š” ์ด๊ฐ€ ๋˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ์–ด ๋‚œ ๊ณจ๋ฃธ์„ ์ฐพ๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๊ณณ๊ณณ์„ ๋‹ค ๋’ค์กŒ์ง€๋งŒ ์ ๋“ค์ด ๋จผ์ € ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์•„๋ƒˆ์ง€
'I don't know how long they tortured him.' 'But amidst the endless screams and inane babble' 'they discerned two words' Shire.. ...Baggins! Who goes there?
๊ณจ๋ฃธ์ด ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ์˜ค๋ž˜ ๊ณ ๋ฌธ์„ ๋‹นํ–ˆ๋Š”์ง€ ๋ชฐ๋ผ ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋น„๋ช…๊ณผ ํ—›์†Œ๋ฆฌ ์†์—์„œ ๋†ˆ๋“ค์€ ๋‘ ๊ฐœ์˜ ๋‹จ์–ด๋ฅผ ์‹๋ณ„ํ•ด๋ƒˆ์ง€ ์ƒค์ด์–ด! ๋ฐฐ๊ธด์Šค! ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์š”?
Take it, Gandalf! - Take it! - No, Frodo. - You must take it! - You cannot offer me this ring! - I'm giving it to you! - Don't tempt me, Frodo!
๊ฐ€์ ธ๊ฐ€์š”, ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„! - ๋ฐ›์œผ์„ธ์š”! - ์•ˆ ๋ผ! - ๋ฐ›์œผ์…”์•ผ ํ•ด์š”! - ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ ์ฃผ๋ฉด ์•ˆ ๋ผ! - ๋“œ๋ฆด๊ฒŒ์š”! - ๋‚  ์œ ํ˜นํ•˜์ง€ ๋งˆ๋ผ!
I dare not take it. Not even to keep it safe. Understand, Frodo.. '...I would use this ring from a desire to do good.' But through me, it would wield a power too great and terrible to imagine.
๋‚œ ๋ฐ›์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด ์•ˆ์ „ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ–๊ณ  ์žˆ์ง€๋„ ๋ชปํ•  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ์ดํ•ดํ•ด์ฃผ๋ ด, ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ๋‚œ ์ข‹์€ ์˜๋„๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ณ  ์ด ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ์‚ฌ์šฉํ• ์ง€๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด์ง€ ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ด ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋Š” ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ํ†ตํ•ด ์ƒ์ƒ๋„ ๋ชป ํ•  ๋ฌด์‹œ๋ฌด์‹œํ•œ ํž˜์„ ํœ˜๋‘๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ๋  ๊ฑฐ๋‹ค
But it cannot stay in the Shire! No. No, it can't. What must I do? 'You must leave. And leave quickly.' - Where? Where do I go? - 'Get out of the Shire.' Make for the village of Bree. Bree. - What about you? - I'll be waiting for you. At the Inn of the Prancing Pony. And the Ring will be safe there? I don't know, Frodo...
์ƒค์ด์–ด์— ๋‘˜ ์ˆ˜๋Š” ์—†์–ด์š”! ์•ˆ ๋˜์ง€ ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ์•ˆ ๋œ๋‹ค ์ œ๊ฐ€ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์•ผ ํ•˜์ฃ ? - ๋„Œ ๋– ๋‚˜์•ผ ํ•ด, ๋นจ๋ฆฌ - ์–ด๋””๋กœ์š”? ์–ด๋””๋กœ ๊ฐ€์ฃ ? ์ƒค์ด์–ด๋ฅผ ๋ฒ—์–ด๋‚˜๋ผ ๋ธŒ๋ฆฌ ๋งˆ์„๋กœ ๊ฐ€ ๋ธŒ๋ฆฌ - ๋‹น์‹ ์€์š”? - ๊ฐ€์„œ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์žˆ์œผ๋งˆ ํ”„๋žœ์‹ฑ ํฌ๋‹ˆ ์—ฌ๊ด€์—์„œ ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ์„  ๋ฐ˜์ง€๊ฐ€ ์•ˆ์ „ํ• ๊นŒ์š”? ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋‹ค, ํ”„๋กœ๋„
I don't have any answers. I must see the head of my order. He is both wise and powerful. Trust me, Frodo. 'You'll have to leave the name of Baggins behind you.' That name is not safe outside the Shire. Travel only by day. And stay off the road. I can cut across country easily enough.
์–ด๋–ค ๋Œ€๋‹ต๋„ ํ•ด์ค„ ์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์—†๊ตฌ๋‚˜ ๋‚œ ๋งˆ๋ฒ•์‚ฌ ์ˆ˜์žฅ์„ ๋งŒ๋‚˜๋ด์•ผ๊ฒ ๋‹ค ์ง€ํ˜œ๋กญ๊ณ  ํž˜์ด ์žˆ๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด์ง€ ๋ฐฐ๊ธด์Šค๋ผ๋Š” ์ด๋ฆ„์€ ์“ฐ์ง€ ๋งˆ๋ผ ์ƒค์ด์–ด ๋ฐ–์—์„œ ๊ทธ ์ด๋ฆ„์„ ์“ฐ๋ฉด ์•ˆ์ „ํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ•ด ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋‚ฎ์—๋งŒ ์›€์ง์—ฌ๋ผ ํฐ๊ธธ์€ ํ”ผํ•˜๋„๋ก ํ•˜๊ณ  ํ’€์ˆฒ์œผ๋กœ ์‰ฝ๊ฒŒ ๋น ์ ธ๋‚˜๊ฐˆ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์–ด์š”
My dear Frodo. Hobbits really are amazing creatures. You can learn all that there is to know about their ways in a month and yet, after a hundred years.. '...they can still surprise you.' Get down.
ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ํ˜ธ๋น—์€ ์ •๋ง ๋†€๋ผ์šด ์ข…์กฑ์ด๋‹ค ํ˜ธ๋น—์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒƒ์€ ํ•œ ๋‹ฌ์ด๋ฉด ๋ฐฐ์šธ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์ง€๋งŒ 1๋ฐฑ ๋…„์ด ์ง€๋‚˜๋„ ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ๋†€๋ผ์šด ์ ์ด ์žˆ์ง€ ์—Ž๋“œ๋ ค!
Confound it all, Samwise Gamgee! 'Have you been eavesdropping?' I haven't been dropping no eaves. Sir, Honest. I was just cutting the grass under the window there.. ...if you follow me.
๊ด˜์”ธํ•œ ๋…€์„, ์ƒ˜์™€์ด์ฆˆ ๊ฐฌ์ง€! ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ์–˜๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์—ฟ๋“ฃ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‚˜? ์—ฟ๋“ค์€ ๊ฒŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ์—์š” ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ ์•„๋ž˜์—์„œ ํ’€์„ ๊นŽ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค๊ณ ์š”
A little late for trimming the verge, don't you think? I heard raised voices. What did you hear? Speak! Nothing important. Please, Mr. Gandalf, sir, don't hurt me. Don't turn me into anything...unnatural.
์ •์›์„ ๊ฐ€๊พธ๊ธฐ์—๋Š” ์ข€ ๋Šฆ์€ ์‹œ๊ฐ„ ์•„๋‹Œ๊ฐ€? ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋†’์•„์ ธ์„œ ๋“ฃ๊ธด ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด์š” ๋ฌด์Šจ ๋ง์„ ๋“ค์—ˆ์ง€? ๋งํ•ด! ์ค‘์š”ํ•œ ๊ฑด ์—†์—ˆ์–ด์š” ์ œ๋ฐœ ๋ถ€ํƒ์ด๋‹ˆ, ์ €๋ฅผ ๊ดด์ƒํ•œ ์ƒ๋ฌผ๋กœ ๋งŒ๋“ค์ง€๋Š” ๋ง์•„์ฃผ์„ธ์š”
No? 'I've thought of a better use for you.' Come along, Samwise. Keep up. Be careful, both of you. The enemy has many spies in his service. Birds, beasts. Is it safe?
๊ทธ๋ž˜? ๊ทธ๋ณด๋‹ค ๋” ์œ ์šฉํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์จ๋จน์„ ๋ฐ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์–ด ์–ด์„œ ๋”ฐ๋ผ์™€, ์ƒ˜ ์ข€ ๋” ๋นจ๋ฆฌ! ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ ๋‹ค ์กฐ์‹ฌํ•ด ์ ์€ ๋งŽ์€ ์ฒฉ์ž๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ๋А๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์žˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ์ƒˆ๋“ค, ์ง์Šน๋“ค ์ž˜ ๊ฐ–๊ณ  ์žˆ์ง€?
Never put it on, for the agents of the Dark Lord will be drawn to its power. Always remember, Frodo.. '...the Ring is trying to get back to its master.' It wants to be found.
์•”ํ‘์˜ ์™•์˜ ๋ถ€ํ•˜๋“ค์€ ๊ทธ ํž˜์— ์ด๋Œ๋ฆด ํ…Œ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ํ•ญ์ƒ ๋ช…์‹ฌํ•ด๋ผ ๊ทธ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์˜ ์ฃผ์ธ์—๊ฒŒ ๋Œ์•„๊ฐ€๋ ค๊ณ  ํ•ด ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌ๋˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด ํ•˜์ง€
This is it. This is what? If I take one more step.. ...it'll be the farthest away from home I've ever been. Come on, Sam. Remember what Bilbo used to say "and if you don't keep your feet there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."
์—ฌ๊ธฐ๊ตฐ์š” ์—ฌ๊ธฐ๋ผ๋‹ˆ? ์—ฌ๊ธฐ์„œ ํ•œ ๋ฐœ๋งŒ ๋” ๋‚ด๋””๋””๋ฉด ์ง‘์—์„œ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ๋ฉ€๋ฆฌ๊นŒ์ง€ ๋‚˜์˜จ ๊ฒŒ ๋ผ์š” ๊ฐ€์ž, ์ƒ˜ ๋นŒ๋ณด ์‚ผ์ดŒ์€ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋ง์”€ํ•˜๊ณค ํ•˜์…จ์ง€ "๋„ค๊ฐ€ ์•Œ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๋Š” ์‚ฌ์ด์— ์–ด๋””๋ก ๊ฐ€ ํœฉ์“ธ๋ ค ๊ฐ€๋ฒ„๋ ค"
Smoke rises from the Mountain of Doom. The hour grows late and Gandalf the Grey rides to Isengard.. ...seeking my counsel. For that is why you have come, is it not?
์šด๋ช…์˜ ์‚ฐ์—์„œ ์—ฐ๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ํ”ผ์–ด์˜ค๋ฅด๊ณ  ๋•Œ๋Š” ์ ์  ๋Šฆ์–ด์ง€๋Š”๋ฐ ํšŒ์ƒ‰์˜ ๋งˆ๋ฒ•์‚ฌ ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„๊ฐ€ ์•„์ด์„ผ๊ฐ€๋“œ๋กœ ๋ง์„ ๋‹ฌ๋ ค ์˜ค๋Š”๊ตฐ ๋‚ด ์กฐ์–ธ์„ ๊ตฌํ•˜๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ์˜จ ๊ฒƒ ์•„๋‹Œ๊ฐ€?
My old friend? Saruman. - You are sure of this? - Beyond any doubt. So the Ring of Power has been found. 'All these long years, it was in the Shire.' Under my very nose. Yet you did not have the wits to see it. Your love of the Halfling's leaf has clearly slowed your mind. But we still have time. Time enough to counter...
์˜ค๋žœ ์นœ๊ตฌ์—ฌ ์‚ฌ๋ฃจ๋งŒ - ํ™•์‹คํ•œ๊ฐ€? - ์˜์‹ฌ์˜ ์—ฌ์ง€๊ฐ€ ์—†๋„ค ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ํž˜์˜ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๊ฐ€ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌ๋œ ๊ฒŒ ์‚ฌ์‹ค์ด๊ตฐ ๊ทธ ์˜ค๋žœ ์„ธ์›” ๋™์•ˆ ์ƒค์ด์–ด์— ์žˆ์—ˆ๋˜ ๊ฑฐ์ง€ ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋‚ด ๋ˆˆ์•ž์— ๋ง์ด์•ผ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ๋„ ๋ˆˆ์น˜์ฑ„์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๋‹ค๋‹ˆ ํ˜ธ๋น—์กฑ์˜ ์—ฐ์ดˆ๊ฐ€ ์ž๋„ค์˜ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋‘”ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“  ๋ชจ์–‘์ด๊ตฐ ์•„์ง ์‹œ๊ฐ„์€ ์žˆ์–ด, ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์›€์ง์ธ๋‹ค๋ฉด ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์— ๋งž์„ค ์‹œ๊ฐ„์€ ์ถฉ๋ถ„ํ•ด
Time? What time do you think we have? Sauron has regained much of his former strength. He cannot yet take physical form but his spirit has lost none of its potency.
์‹œ๊ฐ„? ์šฐ๋ฆฌ์—๊ฒŒ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด ์žˆ๋‚˜? ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์€ ์˜ˆ์ „์˜ ํž˜์„ ์ƒ๋‹น ๋ถ€๋ถ„ ๋˜์ฐพ์•˜์–ด ์•„์ง ์œก์ฒด์ ์ธ ํ˜•์ƒ์€ ๊ฐ–์ถ”์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ์˜ ์˜ํ˜ผ์€ ์กฐ๊ธˆ๋„ ํž˜์„ ์žƒ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋„ค
Concealed within his fortress the Lord of Mordor sees all. His gaze pierces cloud, shadow, earth and flesh. You know of what I speak, Gandalf. A great eye, lidless wreathed in flame. The Eye of Sauron. 'He is gathering all evil to him.' Very soon, he'll have summoned an army great enough to launch an assault upon Middl...
์ž์‹ ์˜ ์š”์ƒˆ์— ์ˆจ์–ด์„œ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋„๋ฅด์˜ ๊ตฐ์ฃผ๋Š” ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋ณด๊ณ  ์žˆ์ง€ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ˆˆ์€ ๊ตฌ๋ฆ„๊ณผ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์ž ๋•…๊ณผ ์œก์‹ ์„ ๊ฟฐ๋šซ์–ด ๋ด ๋‚ด ๋ง์ด ๋ฌด์Šจ ๋œป์ธ์ง€ ์•Œ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ, ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„ ํ™”์—ผ์— ํœฉ์‹ธ์ธ ์ฑ„ ๋ถ€๋ฆ…๋œฌ ๊ฑฐ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๋ˆˆ ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์˜ ๋ˆˆ ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ชจ๋“  ์•…ํ•œ ์„ธ๋ ฅ์„ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋ชจ์œผ๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด ์ด์ œ ๊ณง ์ค‘๊ฐ„๊ณ„๋ฅผ ๊ณต๊ฒฉํ•  ๋Œ€๊ทœ๋ชจ์˜ ๊ตฐ๋Œ€๋ฅผ ์†Œ์ง‘ํ•  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ
You know this? How? I have seen it. A palantir is a dangerous tool, Saruman. Why? Why should we fear to use it? They are not all accounted for, the lost seeing-stones.
๋‹ค ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‚˜? ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ? ๋ดค์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ํŒ”๋ž€ํ‹ฐ๋ฅด๋Š” ์œ„ํ—˜ํ•œ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ด์•ผ, ์‚ฌ๋ฃจ๋งŒ ์™œ? ์–ด์งธ์„œ ์ด๊ฑธ ์“ฐ๋Š” ๊ฑธ ๊ฒ๋‚ด์•ผ ํ•˜์ง€? ํ–‰๋ฐฉ์ด ๋ฌ˜์—ฐํ•ด์ง„ ์˜ˆ๊ฒฌ์„๋“ค์ด ์žˆ์ž–์•„
We do not know who else may be watching. 'The hour is later than you think.' Sauron's forces are already moving. The Nine have left Minas Morgul.
๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๋ˆ„๊ฐ€ ๋ณด๊ณ  ์žˆ์„์ง€๋„ ๋ชฐ๋ผ ์ž๋„ค ์ƒ๊ฐ๊ณผ๋Š” ๋‹ฌ๋ฆฌ ๋•Œ๋Š” ์ด๋ฏธ ๋Šฆ์—ˆ์–ด ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์˜ ๊ตฐ๋‹จ์ด ๋ฒŒ์จ ์›€์ง์ด๊ณ  ์žˆ์ง€ ๊ทธ ์•„ํ™‰ ๋ช…์€ ๋ฏธ๋‚˜์Šค ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ตด์„ ๋– ๋‚ฌ์–ด
The Nine? They crossed the river Isen on Midsummer's Eve disguised as riders in black. - They've reached the Shire? - They will find the Ring. And kill the one who carries it.
๊ทธ ์•„ํ™‰ ๋ช…? ํ•œ์—ฌ๋ฆ„ ์ „์•ผ์— ์•„์ด์„ผ ๊ฐ•์„ ๊ฑด๋„œ์ง€ ํ‘๊ธฐ์‚ฌ๋กœ ์œ„์žฅ์„ ํ•˜๊ณ ์„œ - ์ƒค์ด์–ด์— ๋„์ฐฉํ–ˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฑด๊ฐ€? - ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์•„๋‚ผ ํ…Œ๊ณ  ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ์ง€๋‹ˆ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋˜ ์ž๋ฅผ ์ฃฝ์ด๊ฒ ์ง€
Frodo. You did not seriously think that a hobbit could contend with the will of Sauron? 'There are none who can.' Against the power of Mordor.. ...there can be no victory.
ํ”„๋กœ๋„! ํ•œ๋‚ฑ ํ˜ธ๋น—์ด ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์˜ ์˜์ง€์— ๋งž์„ค ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐํ–ˆ๋‚˜? ์•„๋ฌด๋„ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ•ด ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋„๋ฅด์˜ ํž˜์— ๋งž์„ ๋‹ค๋ฉด ์Šน๋ฆฌ๋ž€ ์žˆ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด
We must join with him, Gandalf. We must join with Sauron. It would be wise, my friend. Tell me.. ...friend.. '...when did Saruman the Wise' abandon reason for madness?
์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ์™€ ์†์„ ์žก์•„์•ผ ํ•ด, ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ๊ณผ ์†์„ ์žก์•„์•ผ ํ•ด ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์ด ํ˜„๋ช…ํ•œ ๊ธธ์ด์•ผ, ์นœ๊ตฌ ๋งํ•ด์ฃผ๊ฒŒ ์นœ๊ตฌ ์–ธ์ œ ํ˜„์ž ์‚ฌ๋ฃจ๋งŒ์ด ์ด์„ฑ์„ ๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋ฏธ์ณ๋ฒ„๋ ธ๋‚˜?
I gave you the chance of.. ...aiding me willingly.. ...but you have elected the way of pain! 'Mr. Frodo?' Frodo? Frodo! - I thought I'd lost you. - What are you taking about?
๋‚œ ์ž๋„ค์—๊ฒŒ ๊ธฐํšŒ๋ฅผ ์คฌ์–ด ๊ธฐ๊บผ์ด ๋‚  ๋„์šธ ๊ธฐํšŒ๋ฅผ... ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ž๋„ค๋Š” ๊ณ ํ†ต์˜ ๊ธธ์„ ์„ ํƒํ–ˆ์–ด! ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ? ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ? ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ! - ๋†“์นœ ์ค„ ์•Œ์•˜์–ด์š” - ๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์•ผ?
It's just something Gandalf said. What did he say? "Don't you lose him, Samwise Gamgee." And I don't mean to. Sam, we're still in the Shire. What could possibly happen?
๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„๊ฐ€ ๋งํ•œ ๊ฒŒ ์žˆ๊ฑฐ๋“ ์š” ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ? "์ ˆ๋Œ€ ํ”„๋กœ๋„๋ฅผ ๋†“์น˜์ง€ ๋งˆ๋ผ, ์ƒ˜" ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ์•ˆ ๋†“์น  ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š” ์ƒ˜, ์šฐ๋ฆฐ ์•„์ง ์ƒค์ด์–ด์— ์žˆ์ž–์•„ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ผ์ด ์ผ์–ด๋‚œ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๊ทธ๋ž˜?
Frodo. Merry, it's Frodo Baggins. - Hello, Frodo. - Get off him. Come on, Frodo. You've been into Farmer Maggot's crop! 'Get out of my field!' 'You'll know the devil if I catch up with you!' I don't know why he's so upset. It's only a couple of carrots. And some cabbages. And those three bags of potatoes that we lifted...
ํ”„๋กœ๋„ - ๋ฉ”๋ฆฌ, ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ๋ฐฐ๊ธด์Šค์•ผ - ์•ˆ๋…•, ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ์–ด์„œ ๋–จ์–ด์ ธ! ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜์„ธ์š”, ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ ๋งค๊ณณ ๋†์žฅ์—์„œ ํ›”์ณค๊ตฌ๋‚˜! ๋‚ด ๋ฐญ์—์„œ ์ฉ ๋‚˜๊ฐ€! ์žกํžˆ๋ฉด ๊ฐ€๋งŒ ์•ˆ ๋‘˜ ํ…Œ๋‹ค! ์™œ ์ €๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋‚ด๋Š”์ง€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์–ด ๊ฒจ์šฐ ๋‹น๊ทผ ๋‘์–ด ๊ฐœ๋ฟ์ธ๋ฐ ์–‘๋ฐฐ์ถ” ๋ช‡ ๊ฐœ๋ž‘ ์ง€๋‚œ์ฃผ์— ์Šฌ์ฉํ•œ ๊ฐ์ž ์„ธ ํ‘ธ๋Œ€๋„ ์žˆ์ง€
And, and then the mushrooms the week before. Yes, Pippin. My point is, he's clearly overreactin'. Run! Oh, that was close. I think I've broken something.
๊ทธ์ „ ์ฃผ์— ์Šฌ์ฉํ•œ ๋ฒ„์„ฏ์ด๋ž‘ ๊ทธ๋ž˜, ํ”ผํ•€ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ๋‚ด ๋ง์€ ์ € ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ์™„์ „ํžˆ ๊ณผ๋ฏผ๋ฐ˜์‘์ด๋ผ๋Š” ์–˜๊ธฐ์•ผ ๋›ฐ์–ด! ํฐ์ผ ๋‚  ๋ป”ํ–ˆ๋„ค ๋ญ”๊ฐ€ ๋ถ€๋Ÿฌ์ง„ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„
Oh. Trust a Brandybuck and a Took! What? That was just a detour. A shortcut. - A shortcut to what? - Mushrooms! Mm. There's some nice ones, Merry. Hand me some nice ones, Sam. I think we should get off the road.
๋ธŒ๋žœ๋””๋ฒ…๊ณผ ํˆญ์„ ๋”ฐ๋ผ์˜ค๋‹ค๋‹ˆ! ๋ญ? ์ €๊ฑด ์šฐํšŒ๋กœ์˜€์–ด ์ง€๋ฆ„๊ธธ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  - ์–ด๋””๋กœ ๊ฐ€๋Š” ์ง€๋ฆ„๊ธธ? - ๋ฒ„์„ฏ! ์ž˜ํ–ˆ์–ด, ๋ฉ”๋ฆฌ ์—ฌ๊ธฐ ์ข‹์€ ๊ฒŒ ์žˆ๋‹ค, ์ƒ˜ ๊ธธ์—์„œ ๋ฒ—์–ด๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์ข‹๊ฒ ์–ด
Get off the road! 'Quick!' What was that? Anything? Nothing. What is going on? That Black Rider was looking for something. Or someone.
๊ธธ์—์„œ ๋น„์ผœ! ์–ด์„œ! ๋ญ์˜€์ง€? ๋ญ”๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์–ด? ์—†์–ด ๋Œ€์ฒด ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ผ์ด์•ผ? ๊ทธ ํ‘๊ธฐ์‚ฌ๋Š” ๋ญ”๊ฐ€๋ฅผ ์ฐพ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์–ด ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ฉด ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€๋ฅผ...
Frodo? Get down! I have to leave the Shire. Sam and I must get to Bree. Right. Bucklebury Ferry. Follow me. Run! Frodo! This way! Follow me!
์—Ž๋“œ๋ ค! ๋‚œ ์ƒค์ด์–ด๋ฅผ ๋– ๋‚˜์•ผ ํ•ด ์ƒ˜๊ณผ ๋‚œ ๋ธŒ๋ฆฌ๋กœ ๊ฐ€์•ผ ํ•˜๊ฑฐ๋“  ์•Œ์•˜์–ด ๋ฒ„ํด๋ฒ ๋ฆฌ ๋‚˜๋ฃจํ„ฐ! ๋”ฐ๋ผ์™€ ๋›ฐ์–ด! ์ด์ชฝ์ด์•ผ! ๋”ฐ๋ผ์™€!
'Run!' Get the rope, Sam! Frodo! 'Run, Frodo!' 'Frodo!' - Go! - Hurry! Frodo, come on! - Come on! Faster! - Jump! How far to the nearest crossing? The Brandywine Bridge. Twenty miles. Come on. What do you want? We're heading for the Prancing Pony.
๋›ฐ์–ด! ๋ฐง์ค„์„ ํ’€์–ด, ์ƒ˜! ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ! ๋›ฐ์–ด, ํ”„๋กœ๋„! - ์–ด์„œ! - ์„œ๋‘˜๋Ÿฌ! ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ, ๋นจ๋ฆฌ์š”! - ์–ด์„œ! ๋” ๋นจ๋ฆฌ! - ๋›ฐ์–ด! ๊ฐ€์žฅ ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์šด ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์–ด๋””์ง€? ๋ธŒ๋žœ๋””์™€์ธ ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ, 32km ๊ฐ€์ž ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ผ์ด์•ผ? ํ”„๋žœ์‹ฑ ํฌ๋‹ˆ๋กœ ๊ฐ€๋ ค๊ณ ์š”
Hobbits. Four hobbits. What business brings you to Bree? We wish to stay at the inn. Our business is our own. Alright, young sir. I meant no offense. It's my job to ask questions after nightfall. There's talk of strange folk abroad. Can't be too careful.
ํ˜ธ๋น—์ด๊ตฐ ๋„ค ๋ช…์˜ ํ˜ธ๋น—์ด์•ผ! ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ผ๋กœ ๋ธŒ๋ฆฌ์— ์™”์ง€? ๊ทธ ์—ฌ๊ด€์— ๋ฌต๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด์š” ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ์ผ์€ ์•„์‹ค ๊ฒƒ ์—†์–ด์š” ์ข‹์•„, ์ Š์€์ด ๋ถˆ์พŒํ–ˆ๋‹ค๋ฉด ๋ฏธ์•ˆํ•˜๊ตฐ ํ•ด๊ฐ€ ์ง€๋ฉด ๊ฒ€๋ฌธํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด ์ผ์ด๋ผ์„œ ๋‚ฏ์„  ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ์†Œ๋ฌธ์ด ์•ˆ ์ข‹์œผ๋‹ˆ ์กฐ์‹ฌํ• ์ˆ˜๋ก ์ข‹์ง€
Out of the way! Watch where you're walking. Excuse me. Good evening, little masters. If you're seeking accommodation we got some nice, cozy, hobbit-sized rooms available.
๋น„์ผœ! ์ž˜ ๋ณด๊ณ  ๋‹ค๋…€ ์‹ค๋ก€ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ์–ด์„œ ์˜ค์„ธ์š” ์ž‘์€ ์‹ ์‚ฌ๋ถ„๋“ค ์ž ์ž๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ฐพ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋ฉด ํ˜ธ๋น—์— ์–ด์šธ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ฐฉ์ด ์žˆ๋‹ต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค
Mister, uh.. Underhill. My name's Underhill. Underhill, yeah. We're friends of Gandalf the Grey. Can you tell him we've arrived? Gandalf? Gandalf. Oh, yes.
์ด๋ฆ„์ด... ์–ธ๋”ํž ๋‚ด ์ด๋ฆ„์€ ์–ธ๋”ํž์ด์—์š” ์–ธ๋”ํž์ด๊ตฐ์š” ํšŒ์ƒ‰์˜ ๋งˆ๋ฒ•์‚ฌ ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„์˜ ์นœ๊ตฌ์˜ˆ์š” ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์™”๋‹ค๊ณ  ์ „ํ•ด์ฃผ์„ธ์š” ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„? ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„ ์•„, ๊ทธ๋ž˜...
I remember. Elderly chap. Big, grey beard, pointy hat. Not seen him for six months. What do we do now? Sam.. ...he'll be here. He'll come.
๊ธฐ์–ต๋‚˜์š”, ๋Š™์€ ๋งˆ๋ฒ•์‚ฌ ๊ธด ํšŒ์ƒ‰ ์ˆ˜์—ผ์— ๋พฐ์กฑํ•œ ๋ชจ์ž๋ฅผ ์“ด... ๋ชป ๋ณธ ์ง€๊ฐ€ 6๊ฐœ์›”์€ ๋๋Š”๋ฐ์š” ์ด์ œ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ํ•˜์ฃ ? ์ƒ˜ ์˜ค์‹ค ๊ฑฐ์•ผ, ๋ฐ˜๋“œ์‹œ!
Get, get out of my way! What's that? This, my friend, is a pint. It comes in pints? Hmm. - I'm getting one. - You got a whole half already!
์ €๋ฆฌ ๊บผ์ ธ! ๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ๋ญ์•ผ? ์ด๊ฑด ํŒŒ์ธํŠธ๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ถ€๋ฅด๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํŒ๋‹จ ๋ง์ด์•ผ? - ๋‚˜๋„ ๋งˆ์…”์•ผ์ง€ - ์ž‘์€ ๊ฑฐ๋กœ ๋ฒŒ์จ ํ•œ ์ปต ๊ฐ€๋“ ๋งˆ์…จ์ž–์•„!
That fellow's done nothing but stare at you since we arrived. Excuse me. That man in the corner. Who is he? He's one of them Rangers. 'Dangerous folk they are, wandering the wilds.' 'What his right name is, I've never heard' but 'round here, he's known as Strider. Strider. Baggins..
์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์™”์„ ๋•Œ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ์ € ๋‚จ์ž๊ฐ€ ๊ณ„์† ์ณ๋‹ค๋ณด๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด์š” ์ €๊ธฐ์š” ์ €๊ธฐ ๊ตฌ์„์— ์•‰์€ ๋‚จ์ž๋Š” ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์ฃ ? ์ˆœ์ฐฐ์ž ์ค‘ ํ•˜๋‚˜์˜ˆ์š” ๊ฑฐ์นœ ๊ณณ์„ ๋‹ค๋‹ˆ๋Š” ์œ„ํ—˜ํ•œ ์ž๋“ค์ด์ฃ  ๋ณธ๋ช…์€ ๋“ค์€ ์ ์ด ์—†์ง€๋งŒ ๋‹ค๋“ค ์ŠคํŠธ๋ผ์ด๋”๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ถ€๋ฅธ๋‹ค์˜ค ์ŠคํŠธ๋ผ์ด๋” ๋ฐฐ๊ธด์Šค
'Baggins..' Baggins...Baggins.. Baggins? Sure, I know a Baggins. He's over there. Frodo Baggins. He's my second cousin, once removed on his mother's side 'and my third cousin, twice removed..' - Pippin! - Steady on, Frodo. 'You cannot hide.' 'I see you.' 'There is no life..' '...in the void.'
๋ฐฐ๊ธด์Šค ๋ฐฐ๊ธด์Šค? ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ์š”, ๋ฐฐ๊ธด์Šค๋ฅผ ์•Œ์ฃ  ์ €์ชฝ์— ์žˆ๋Š”๊ฑธ์š” ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ๋ฐฐ๊ธด์Šค์˜ˆ์š” ์ œ ์œก์ดŒ์ด์ฃ  ์–ด๋จธ๋‹ˆ ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ๋”ฐ์ง€๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ณ  ํŒ”์ดŒ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ํ•˜๋ฉด... - ํ”ผํ•€! - ์กฐ์‹ฌํ•ด ๋„Œ ์ˆจ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋‹ค ๋‚œ ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋ณด์ธ๋‹ค ๋ฌดํ•œ ๊ณต๊ฐ„์—๋Š” ์‚ถ์ด ์—†๋‹ค
'Only..' '...death.' You draw far too much attention to yourself, Mr. Underhill. What do you want? A little more caution from you. That is no trinket you carry.
๋‹จ์ง€... ์ฃฝ์Œ๋ฟ... ์ง€๋‚˜์น˜๊ฒŒ ์ด๋ชฉ์„ ๋Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ๊ตฐ ์–ธ๋”ํž ์”จ ์›ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ๋ญ์ฃ ? ์ข€ ๋” ์กฐ์‹ฌํ•˜๋„๋ก ํ•ด ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ–๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฑด ์žฅ์‹ ๊ตฌ๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ
- I carry nothing. - Indeed. I can avoid being seen if I wish.. ...but to disappear entirely that is a rare gift. - Who are you? - Are you frightened?
- ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ๊ฐ–๊ณ  ์žˆ์ง€ ์•Š์•„์š” - ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒ ์ง€ ๋‚œ ์›ํ•˜๋Š” ๋Œ€๋กœ ๋ชธ์„ ์ˆจ๊ธธ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์ง€๋งŒ ์™„์ „ํžˆ ์‚ฌ๋ผ์ง„๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฑด ๋ณด๊ธฐ ๋“œ๋ฌธ ๋Šฅ๋ ฅ์ด์•ผ - ๋‹น์‹ ์€ ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์ฃ ? - ๋ฌด์„œ์šด๊ฐ€?
Yes. Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you. Let him go! Or I'll have you, longshanks. You have a stout heart, little hobbit. 'But that will not save you.' You can no longer wait for the wizard, Frodo. They're coming.
๊ทธ๋ž˜์š” ์ด ์ •๋„๋Š” ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ ๋‚œ ๋ˆ„๊ฐ€ ๋„ ์ซ“๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€ ์•Œ์•„ ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋†”์ค˜! ์•ˆ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋ฉด ํ˜ผ๋‚ด์ค„ ํ…Œ๋‹ค ์šฉ๊ธฐ๋Š” ๊ฐ€์ƒํ•˜๊ตฐ, ํ˜ธ๋น— ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์œผ๋ก  ๋ถ€์กฑํ•ด ๋” ์ด์ƒ ๋งˆ๋ฒ•์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆด ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด, ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ์˜ค๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค
What are they? They were once men. 'Great kings of men.' Then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them nine rings of power. 'Blinded by their greed' 'they took them without question.' One by one, falling into darkness. 'Now they are slaves to his will.' They are the Nazgul.
๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์ฃ ? ๊ทธ๋“ค๋„ ํ•œ๋•Œ๋Š” ์ธ๊ฐ„์ด์—ˆ์ง€ ์ธ๊ฐ„์กฑ์˜ ์œ„๋Œ€ํ•œ ์™•๋“ค ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์ด ๊ทธ๋“ค์—๊ฒŒ ์•„ํ™‰ ๊ฐœ์˜ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ์คฌ์–ด ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ํƒ์š•์— ๋ˆˆ์ด ๋ฉ€์–ด ์˜์‹ฌ ์—†์ด ๋ฐ›์•„๋“ค์˜€์ง€ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์ฐจ๋ก€๋กœ ์•”ํ‘์œผ๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์กŒ๊ณ  ์ด์ œ ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์˜ ๋œป์— ๋”ฐ๋ผ ์›€์ง์ด๋Š” ๋…ธ์˜ˆ๊ฐ€ ๋์ง€ ๋‚˜์ฆˆ๊ตด์ด๋‹ค
Ring-wraiths. Neither living nor dead. 'At all times they feel' 'the presence of the Ring' '...drawn to the power of the One.' 'They will never stop hunting you.' - Where are you taking us? - Into the wild. How do we know this Strider is a friend of Gandalf?
์ฃฝ์€ ์ž๋„ ์‚ฐ ์ž๋„ ์•„๋‹Œ ๋ฐ˜์ง€์˜ ์ •๋ น์ด์•ผ ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ์–ธ์ œ๋“  ๋А๋‚„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์–ด ๋ฐ˜์ง€์˜ ์กด์žฌ๋ฅผ... ์ ˆ๋Œ€์ ์ธ ํž˜์— ์ด๋Œ๋ฆฌ์ง€ ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ๋๊นŒ์ง€ ๋„ ๋’ค์ซ“์„ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ - ์–ด๋””๋กœ ๋ฐ๋ ค๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์ฃ ? - ๊ฑฐ์นœ ์ž์—ฐ ์†์œผ๋กœ ์ŠคํŠธ๋ผ์ด๋”๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„์˜ ์นœ๊ตฌ์ธ์ง€ ์•„๋‹Œ์ง€ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์•Œ์•„?
We have no choice but to trust him. - But where is he leading us? - To Rivendell, Master Gamgee. - To the house of Elrond. - Did you hear that? Rivendell. We're going to see the elves.
๋ฏฟ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ์™ธ์—๋Š” ๋‹ฌ๋ฆฌ ์„ ํƒ์˜ ์—ฌ์ง€๊ฐ€ ์—†์ž–์•„ - ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์–ด๋””๋กœ ๋ฐ๋ ค๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์ฃ ? - ๋ฆฌ๋ฒค๋ธ๋กœ ๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ, ์ƒ˜ - ์—˜๋ก ๋“œ์˜ ์ง‘์œผ๋กœ - ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด? ๋ฆฌ๋ฒค๋ธ์ด๋ž˜ ์—˜ํ”„๋“ค์„ ๋ณผ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๊ฒ ๋‹ค
Gentlemen, we do not stop till nightfall. What about breakfast? - You've already had it. - We've had one, yes. What about second breakfast? I don't think he knows about second breakfast, Pip.
ํ•ด ์งˆ ๋…˜๊นŒ์ง€ ์‰ฌ์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ๊ฐ„๋‹ค ์•„์นจ๋ฐฅ์€์š”? - ๋ฒŒ์จ ๋จน์—ˆ์ž–์•„ - ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ์€ ๋จน์—ˆ์ฃ  ๋‘ ๋ฒˆ์งธ ์•„์นจ๋ฐฅ์€์š”? ์•„๋ฌด๋ž˜๋„ ๋‘ ๋ฒˆ์งธ ์•„์นจ๋ฐฅ์ด ๋ญ”์ง€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„
What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, doesn't he? I wouldn't count on it. 'Pippin!' The power of Isengard is at your command..
๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ์˜ค์ „ ๋‹ค๊ณผ๋Š”? ์ ์‹ฌ์€? ์˜คํ›„ ์ฐจ๋Š”? ์ €๋…์€? ์•ผ์‹์€? ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ๊ฑด ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ๊ฒ ์ง€? ๋‚˜๋ผ๋ฉด ๊ธฐ๋Œ€ ์•ˆ ํ•˜๊ฒ ์–ด ํ”ผํ•€! ์•„์ด์„ผ๊ฐ€๋“œ์˜ ํž˜์€ ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ๋ช…์„ ๋”ฐ๋ฆ…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค
...Sauron, Lord of the Earth. 'Build me an army worthy of Mordor.' What orders from Mordor, my lord? 'What does the Eye command?' We have work to do.
์ด ๋•…์˜ ์ฃผ์ธ์ด์‹  ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก  ๋‹˜ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋„๋ฅด์— ๊ฑธ๋งž์€ ๊ตฐ๋Œ€๋ฅผ ๋งŒ๋“ค์–ด๋ผ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋„๋ฅด์—์„œ ์–ด๋–ค ๋ช…๋ น์ด ๋‚ด๋ ค์กŒ๋‚˜์š”? ๊ฑฐ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๋ˆˆ์ด ๋ฌด์—‡์„ ๋ช…ํ•˜์…จ์ฃ ? ํ•  ์ผ์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค
The trees are strong, my lord. 'Their roots go deep.' Rip them all down. This was the Great Watchtower of Amon Sul. We shall rest here tonight. These are for you. 'Keep them close.' I'm going to have a look around.
์ฃผ์ธ๋‹˜, ๋‚˜๋ฌด๋Š” ๋‹จ๋‹จํ•˜๊ณ  ๋ฟŒ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์•„์ฃผ ๊นŠ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ์ „๋ถ€ ์“ฐ๋Ÿฌ๋œจ๋ ค๋ผ ์ด๊ณณ์€ ์•„๋ชฌ์ˆ ์˜ ์œ„๋Œ€ํ•œ ๋ง๋ฃจ์˜€์ง€ ์˜ค๋Š˜ ๋ฐค์€ ์—ฌ๊ธฐ์„œ ์‰ฌ์ž ํ•˜๋‚˜์”ฉ ๋ฐ›์•„ ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์ด ์ง€๋‹ˆ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋„๋ก ํ•ด ๋‚œ ์ฃผ์œ„๋ฅผ ๋‘˜๋Ÿฌ๋ณด๊ณ  ์˜ค์ง€
Stay here. 'My tomato's burst.' 'Could I have some bacon?' 'Want a tomato, Sam?' What are you doing? Tomatoes, sausages, nice, crispy bacon. We saved some for you, Mr. Frodo. Put it out, you fools! Put it out!
๊ผผ์ง ๋ง๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด ๋‚ด ํ† ๋งˆํ† ๊ฐ€ ์œผ๊นจ์กŒ์–ด ๋ฒ ์ด์ปจ ์ข€ ์ค„๋ž˜? ํ† ๋งˆํ†  ์ค„๊นŒ, ์ƒ˜? ๋ญฃ๋“ค ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ! ํ† ๋งˆํ† , ์†Œ์‹œ์ง€, ์ž˜ ๊ตฌ์šด ๋ฒ ์ด์ปจ ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ ๊ฒƒ๋„ ์ข€ ๋‚จ๊ฒจ๋†จ์–ด์š” ๋‹น์žฅ ๊บผ, ๋ฉ์ฒญ์ด๋“ค!
'That's nice! Ash on my tomatoes.' Go! Back, you devils! Frodo. Oh, Sam. Strider! 'Help him, Strider.' He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade.
์–ด์„œ ๊บผ! ์ž˜ํ•œ๋‹ค! ํ† ๋งˆํ† ์— ์žฌ๊ฐ€ ๋ฌป์—ˆ์ž–์•„! ๊ฐ€์ž! ๋ฌผ๋Ÿฌ์„œ๋ผ, ์•…๋งˆ๋“ค์•„! ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ! ์ƒ˜ ์ŠคํŠธ๋ผ์ด๋”! ๋„์™€์ค˜์š”, ์ŠคํŠธ๋ผ์ด๋” ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ตด ์นผ๋‚ ์— ์ฐ”๋ ธ์–ด
This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs Elvish medicine. Hurry. We're six days from Rivendell. He'll never make it. Hold on, Frodo. 'Gandalf!' Mr. Frodo? He's going cold.
๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์น˜๋ฃŒํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ ์—˜ํ”„์˜ ์•ฝ์ด ํ•„์š”ํ•ด ์„œ๋‘˜๋Ÿฌ! ๋ฆฌ๋ฒค๋ธ๊นŒ์ง€๋Š” 6์ผ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ์ž–์•„์š”! ๊ทธ๋•Œ๊นŒ์ง€ ๋ชป ๋ฒ„ํ‹ธ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”! ๊ฒฌ๋ŽŒ์•ผ ํ•ด, ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„! ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ? ๋ชธ์ด ์ฐจ๊ฐ€์›Œ์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด์š”
Is he going to die? He's passing into the shadow world. He'll soon become a wraith like them. - They're close. - Sam. Do you know the Athelas plant?
์ด์ œ ์ฃฝ๋Š” ๊ฑด๊ฐ€์š”? ํ”„๋กœ๋„๋Š” ์–ด๋‘ ์˜ ์„ธ๊ณ„๋กœ ๋„˜์–ด๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด ์ด์ œ ๊ณง ๊ทธ๋“ค์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์ •๋ น์ด ๋  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ - ๋†ˆ๋“ค์ด ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์ด์— ์žˆ์–ด์š” - ์ƒ˜, ์•„์…€๋ผ์Šค๋ผ๋Š” ํ’€์„ ์•Œ์•„?
- Athelas? - Kingsfoil. Kingsfoil, aye, it's a weed. It may help to slow the poison. Hurry. 'What's this? A ranger caught off his guard?' Frodo. Lasto beth nin, tolo dan na ngalad.
- ์•„์…€๋ผ์Šค์š”? - ํ‚น์Šคํฌ์ผ ํ‚น์Šคํฌ์ผ, ์•Œ์•„์š” ์žก์ดˆ์ž–์•„์š” ๋…์ด ํผ์ง€๋Š” ๊ฑธ ๋Šฆ์ถ”๋Š” ๋ฐ ๋„์›€์ด ๋  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ, ์„œ๋‘˜๋Ÿฌ! ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋œ ๊ฑฐ์ง€? ์ˆœ์ฐฐ์ž๊ฐ€ ๋ฐฉ์‹ฌํ•˜๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ๋‹นํ•˜๋‹ค๋‹ˆ ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ๋‚ด ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋“ฃ๊ณ  ๋น›์œผ๋กœ ๋Œ์•„์™€์š”
Who is she? Frodo. - She's an elf. - He's fading. 'He's not going to last.' We must get him to my father. 'I've been looking for you for two days.' Where are you taking him?
์ € ์—ฌ์ž๋Š” ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์ง€? ํ”„๋กœ๋„ - ์ € ์—ฌ์ž๋Š” ์—˜ํ”„์•ผ - ์•ฝํ•ด์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด์š” ์–ผ๋งˆ ๋ชป ๋ฒ„ํ‹ธ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š” ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์•„๋ฒ„์ง€๊ป˜ ๋ฐ๋ ค๊ฐ€์•ผ ํ•ด์š” ์ดํ‹€ ๋™์•ˆ ๋‹น์‹ ์„ ์ฐพ์•„๋‹ค๋…”์–ด์š” ์–ด๋””๋กœ ๋ฐ๋ ค๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์ฃ ?
There are five wraiths behind you. Where the other four are, I do not know. Dartho guin Berian. Rych le ad tolthathon. Hon mabathon. Rochon ellint im.
๋‹ค์„ฏ ๋ช…์˜ ์ •๋ น์ด ๋‹น์‹ ์„ ์ซ“๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด์š” ๋‚˜๋จธ์ง€ ๋„ท์€ ์–ด๋”” ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€ ๋ชฐ๋ผ์š” ํ˜ธ๋น—๋“ค๊ณผ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์žˆ์–ด์š” ๋ง์„ ๋ณด๋‚ด์ฃผ๊ฒ ์†Œ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋” ๋นจ๋ผ์š” ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ๋ ค๊ฐˆ๊ฒŒ์š”
Andelu I ven. What are they saying? 'Frodo fir. Ae athradon i hir.' Tur gwaith nin beriatha hon. I do not fear them. 'Arwen..' ...ride hard. Don't Look back. 'What are you doing?' Those wraiths are still out there!
๊ธธ์ด ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์œ„ํ—˜ํ•ด์š” ๋Œ€์ฒด ๋ญ๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ? ๋งŒ์•ฝ ๊ฐ•์„ ๊ฑด๋„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค๋ฉด ๋‚ด ์ข…์กฑ์˜ ํž˜์ด ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ณดํ˜ธํ•  ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š” ๋‚œ ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ๋‘๋ ต์ง€ ์•Š์•„์š” ์•„๋ฅด์›ฌ ํž˜๊ป ๋‹ฌ๋ ค์š” ๋’ค๋Œ์•„๋ณด์ง€ ๋ง๊ณ  ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ง“์ด์—์š”! ๋†ˆ๋“ค์ด ์•„์ง ์ €๊ธฐ ์žˆ์ž–์•„์š”!
Give up the Halfling, she-elf. If you want him, come and claim him. No. No. Frodo, no. Frodo, don't give in. Not now. What grace is given me.. ...let it pass to him. Let him be spared. Save him. Where am I? 'You are in the house of Elrond.' 'And it is 10 O'clock in the morning' 'on October the 24th, if you want to know...
๊ทธ ํ˜ธ๋น—์„ ๋„˜๊ฒจ๋ผ, ์—˜ํ”„ ์ด ํ˜ธ๋น—์„ ์›ํ•œ๋‹ค๋ฉด ์–ด๋”” ํ•œ๋ฒˆ ๋ฐ๋ ค๊ฐ€ ๋ณด์‹œ์ง€! ์•ˆ ๋ผ, ์•ˆ ๋ผ! ํ”„๋กœ๋„, ์•ˆ ๋ผ! ํ”„๋กœ๋„, ์ง€๋ฉด ์•ˆ ๋ผ ์•„์ง ์•ˆ ๋ผ! ์ œ๊ฒŒ ์ฃผ์–ด์ง„ ์€์ด์„ ์ด ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์—๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๋ ค์ฃผ์†Œ์„œ ์ด ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์„ ์‚ด๋ ค์ฃผ์†Œ์„œ ๊ตฌํ•ด์ฃผ์†Œ์„œ ์—ฌ๊ธด ์–ด๋””์ฃ ? ์—ฌ๊ธด ์—˜๋ก ๋“œ์˜ ์ง‘์ด๋‹ค 10์›” 24์ผ ์•„์นจ 10์‹œ์•ผ ํ˜น์‹œ ๊ถ๊ธˆํ•˜๋‹ค๋ฉด...
- Gandalf. - Yes, I'm here. And you're lucky to be here too. A few more hours and you would have been beyond our aid. But you have some strength in you.. ...my dear hobbit.
- ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„! - ๊ทธ๋ž˜, ๋‚˜ ์—ฌ๊ธฐ ์žˆ๋‹ค ๋„ˆ๋„ ์—ฌ๊ธฐ ์˜จ ๊ฒŒ ํ–‰์šด์ด์•ผ ๋ช‡ ์‹œ๊ฐ„๋งŒ ๋” ๋Šฆ์—ˆ์œผ๋ฉด ์†์„ ์“ธ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์„ ๋ป”ํ–ˆ์ง€ ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋„ค๊ฒŒ๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ธํ•จ์ด ์žˆ๋‹จ๋‹ค
What happened, Gandalf? Why didn't you meet us? Oh, I am sorry, Frodo. I was delayed. A friendship with Saruman is not lightly thrown aside. 'One ill turn deserves another.' It is over.
์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋œ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”? ์™œ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋งŒ๋‚˜๋Ÿฌ ์˜ค์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์ฃ ? ๋ฏธ์•ˆํ•˜๋‹ค, ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ์ข€ ์ง€์ฒด๋์–ด ์‚ฌ๋ฃจ๋งŒ๊ณผ์˜ ์šฐ์ •์€ ์‰ฝ๊ฒŒ ๋˜์ ธ๋ฒ„๋ฆด ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ ํ•œ๋ฒˆ ์–ด๊ธ‹๋‚˜๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•˜๋ฉด ๊ณ„์† ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋˜์ง€, ์ด์ œ ๋‹ค ๋๋‚ฌ์–ด
'Embrace the power of the Ring' or embrace your own destruction. There is only one Lord of the Ring. 'Only one who can' 'bend it to his will.' So you have chosen death. Gandalf? 'What is it?' Nothing, Frodo. 'Frodo!' - Frodo. - Sam. Bless you. You're awake!
์•„๋‹ˆ๋ฉด ์ž๋„ค์˜ ํŒŒ๋ฉธ์„ ๋ฐ›์•„๋“ค์ด๋“ ์ง€! ๋ฐ˜์ง€์˜ ์ œ์™•์€ ์˜ค์ง ํ•œ ๋ช…๋ฟ์ด์•ผ ์˜ค์ง ํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋งŒ์ด ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ๋œป๋Œ€๋กœ ๋‹ค์Šค๋ฆด ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์–ด ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ์ฃฝ์Œ์„ ํƒํ–ˆ๊ตฐ ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„? ์™œ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์„ธ์š”? ์•„๋‹ˆ๋‹ค, ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ! - ์ƒ˜! - ๋‹คํ–‰์ด์—์š”, ๊นจ์–ด๋‚ฌ๊ตฐ์š”!