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We approach Mordor from the North. Oh, yes?
Just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil..
an impassable labyrinth of razor-sharp rocks.
And after that, it gets even better.
'Festering, stinking marshland' as far as the eye can see. | ๋ถ์ชฝ์์ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋๋ฅด๋ก ์ ๊ทผํ๋ค ๊ทธ๋?
๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๋จํ ์๋ฏผ ๋ฌด์ผ์ ํต๊ณผํ ์ ์์๊น?
๋ ์นด๋ก์ด ์์๋ค๋ก ๋ ๋น ์ ธ๋๊ฐ๊ธฐ ํ๋ ๋ฏธ๋ก๋ผ๊ณ
๊ทธ๊ฑธ ์ง๋๋ฉด ๋ ํ๋ค์ด์ ธ
๋์ฐํ ์
์ทจ๊ฐ ํ๊ธฐ๋ ๋ช์ง๋๊ฐ ๋์์ด ํผ์ณ์ง์ง |
That is our road.
I suggest you take some rest and recover your strength, Master Dwarf.
Recover my..
We should leave now. No.
Orcs patrol the Eastern shore. We must wait for cover of darkness.
It is not the Eastern shore that worries me. | ๊ทธ๊ฒ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ ๊ธธ์ด์ผ
๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ์ข ์ฌ๋ฉด์ ๊ธฐ์ด์ ์ฐจ๋ฆฌ๋๋ก ํด
๊ธฐ์ด์...
์ง๊ธ ๋ ๋์ผ ํด ์ ๋ผ
์คํฌ๋ค์ด ๋์ชฝ ๊ธฐ์ญ์ ๊ฐ์ํ์์ ์ด๋์์ง ๋๊น์ง ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ค์ผ ํด
๋ด๊ฐ ๊ฑฑ์ ํ๋ ๊ฑด ๋์ชฝ ๊ธฐ์ญ์ด ์๋์ผ |
'A shadow and a threat has been growing in my mind.'
Something draws near. I can feel it.
Recover strength? 'Pay no heed to that, young hobbit.'
Where's Frodo? | ์ด๋ ๊ณผ ์ํ์ด ๋ง์์์ ๋๊ปด์ ธ
๋ญ๊ฐ๊ฐ ๊ฐ๊น์ด ๋ค๊ฐ์์ด ๋๋ ์ ์๋ค๊ณ
๊ธฐ์ด์ ์ฐจ๋ฆฌ๋ผ๊ณ ? ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ์ง ๋ง, ํธ๋น ์น๊ตฌ
ํ๋ก๋๋ ์ด๋ ์์ฃ ? |
None of us should wander alone.
You, least of all.
'So much depends on you.'
Frodo.
I know why you seek solitude.
You suffer. I see it day by day.
You sure you do not suffer needlessly? | ๋๊ตฌ๋ ํผ์ ๋์๋ค๋๋ฉด ์ ๋ผ
ํนํ ๋๋...
๋ ์์ฃผ ์ค์ํ ์ผ์ ๋งก๊ณ ์์ผ๋๊น
ํ๋ก๋?
์ ๋ค๊ฐ ํผ์ ์์ผ๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋์ง ์์
๊ดด๋กญ๊ฒ ์ง ๋งค์ผ ๊ฐ์ด ๋์ ๋ณด์ฌ
์ธ๋ฐ์์ด ๊ดด๋ก์ํ๋ค๋ ์๊ฐ์ ์ ๋๋? |
There are other ways, Frodo.
Other paths that we might take. I know what you would say.
And it would seem like wisdom but for the warning in my heart. | ๋ค๋ฅธ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ๋ค๋ ์์ด, ํ๋ก๋
๋ค๋ฅธ ๊ธธ์ ํํ ์๋ ์์์ ๋ฌด์จ ๋ง์ ํ๋ ค๋์ง ์์์
ํ๋ช
ํ ๋ง์ฒ๋ผ ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ง๋ง ๊ฒฝ๊ณํด์ผ๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ๋๋ค์ |
Warning? Against what?
We're all afraid, Frodo.
But to let that fear drive us, to destroy what hope we have.
Don't you see that is madness? There is no other way. | ๊ฒฝ๊ณ? ๋ญ ๊ฒฝ๊ณํด?
์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ชจ๋ ๋๋ ค์ํด, ํ๋ก๋
ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ ๋๋ ค์ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์ง ํฌ๋ง์ ์ธ๋ฉดํ๋ฉด ์ ๋ผ
์ด๊ฑด ๋ฏธ์น ์ง์ด์ผ ๋ค๋ฅธ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ ์์ด์ |
I ask only for the strength to defend my people!
If you would but lend me the ring. No.
Why do you recoil? I am no thief. You are not yourself.
What chance do you think you have? | ๋ ๋ด ๋ฐฑ์ฑ์ ์งํฌ ํ์ ์ํ๋ ๊ฒ๋ฟ์ด์ผ!
๋ด๊ฒ ๋ฐ์ง๋ฅผ ์ข ๋น๋ ค์ฃผ๋ฉด... ์ ๋ผ์
์ ๋ฌผ๋ฌ์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ง? ๋ ๋๋์ด ์๋์ผ ๋น์ ์ ์ ์ ์ ์ด ์๋์์
๊ฐ๋ฅ์ฑ์ด ์๋ ์ผ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ฐํด? |
'They will find you.' They will take the ring.
And you will beg for death before the end! Huh.
You fool!
It is not yours, save by unhappy chance! | ๊ทธ๋ค์ ๋ ์ฐพ์๋ผ ๊ฑฐ์ผ ๋ฐ์ง๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ธ๊ฐ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ์ฐจ๋ผ๋ฆฌ ์ฃฝ์ฌ๋ฌ๋ผ๊ณ ์ ์ํ ์ง๊ฒฝ์ด ๋๊ฒ ์ง
๋ฐ๋ณด ๊ฐ์ ๋
์!
๊ทธ๊ฑด ๋ค ๊ฒ์ด ์๋์ผ ์ด์ฉ๋ค ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋์ง! |
It could have been mine.
It should be mine! Ah! Give it to me!
- Give it to me! - No!
- Give it to me! - No.
I see your mind.
You will take the ring to Sauron! | ๋ด ๊ฒ์ด ๋ ์๋ ์์์ด!
๋ด ๊ฒ์ด ๋ผ์ผ ํด, ๋ด๋!
- ๋ด๋์ผ๋ ๋ง์ด์ผ! - ์ ๋ผ!
- ๋ด๋! - ์ ๋ผ!
๋ค ์์
์ ์๊ฒ ์ด
๋ ๋ฐ์ง๋ฅผ ์ฌ์ฐ๋ก ์๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ ธ๊ฐ ๊ฑฐ์ผ |
You will betray us!
You'll go to your death and the death of us all!
Curse you! Curse you! And all the Halflings!
Frodo?
Frodo.
What have I done? | ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐฐ๋ฐํ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ !
๊ทธ๋ผ ๋๋ ์ฃฝ๊ณ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ชจ๋ ์ฃฝ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ!
๋งํ ๋
์! ๋งํ ๋
์! ๋งํ ํธ๋น๋ค!
ํ๋ก๋?
ํ๋ก๋
๋ด๊ฐ ๋ฌด์จ ์ง์ ํ ๊ฑฐ์ง? |
Please, Frodo.
Frodo, I'm sorry!
Frodo?
It has taken Boromir. Where is the ring?
Stay away!
Frodo!
I swore to protect you. Can you protect me from yourself? | ์ ๋ฐ, ํ๋ก๋
ํ๋ก๋, ๋ฏธ์ํด!
ํ๋ก๋?
๋ณด๋ก๋ฏธ๋ฅด๊ฐ ๋ฐ์ง์ ์ฌ๋ก์กํ์ด์ ๋ฐ์ง๋ ์ด๋ ์์ง?
์ ๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ์!
ํ๋ก๋!
๋๋ ๋ ์งํค๊ธฐ๋ก ๋งน์ธํ์ด ๋ ๋น์ ์์ ์ผ๋ก๋ถํฐ ์งํฌ ์ ์์ด์? |
Would you destroy it?
Aragorn.
Aragorn.
Elessar.
I would have gone with you to the end.
Into the very fires of Mordor.
I know.
Look after the others. Especially Sam. He will not understand. | ๋น์ ์ด๋ผ๋ฉด ์ด๊ฑธ ์์ ๊ฒ ์ด์?
์๋ผ๊ณค
์๋ผ๊ณค
์๋ ์ฌ๋ฅด
๋๋ผ๋ฉด ๋๊น์ง ๋์ ํจ๊ปํ ๊ฑฐ์ผ
๋ชจ๋ฅด๋๋ฅด์ ํ์ผ๊น์ง
์์์
๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ๋๋ด์ฃผ์ธ์ ํนํ ์์์, ์ดํด ๋ชป ํ ํ
๋๊น์ |
Go, Frodo!
Run.
Run!
Mr. Frodo!
Find the Halfling!
Ah! Find the Halfling!
Elendil!
Aragorn, go!
Frodo!
Hide here. Quick!
'Come on!'
What's he doing? | ๊ฐ๋ผ, ํ๋ก๋!
๋ฐ์ด!
์ด์!
ํ๋ก๋ ๋๋ฆฌ!
ํธ๋น์ ์ฐพ์๋ผ!
ํธ๋น์ ์ฐพ์๋ผ!
์๋ ๋!
์๋ผ๊ณค, ์ด์!
ํ๋ก๋!
์ด๋ฆฌ ์์ ์จ์ด, ๋นจ๋ฆฌ!
์ด์!
์ ์ ๋ฌ์ง? |
He's leaving.
- No! - Pippin!
'Run, Frodo. Go!'
Hey! Hey, you! - Over here! - Hey!
- Over here! - This way!
- It's working! - I know it's working! Run! | ๋ ๋๋ ค๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ
- ์ ๋ผ! - ํผํ!
๋ฐ์ด, ํ๋ก๋, ์ด์ ๊ฐ!
- ์ด๋ด! ์ด๋ด, ๋! - ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ผ!
- ์ฌ๊ธฐ๋ผ๊ณ ! - ์ด์ชฝ์ด์ผ!
- ๊ฑธ๋ ค๋ค์์ด! - ๋๋ ์์! ๋ฐ์ด! |
The horn of Gondor. Boromir.
Run! Run!
- They took the little ones. - Stay still.
Frodo. Where is Frodo?
I let Frodo go.
Then you did what I could not.
I tried to take the ring from him. | ๊ณค๋๋ฅด์ ๋ฟ ๋ํ! ๋ณด๋ก๋ฏธ๋ฅด์ผ
๋ฐ์ด!
- ํธ๋น๋ค์ ๋ฐ๋ ค๊ฐ์ด - ๊ฐ๋งํ ์์ด
ํ๋ก๋ ํ๋ก๋๋ ์ด๋ ์์ง?
ํ๋ก๋๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ด์คฌ์ด
๋ด๊ฐ ๋ชป ํ ์ผ์ ํ๊ตฐ
๋ ๋ฐ์ง๋ฅผ ๋บ์ผ๋ ค๊ณ ํ์ด |
The ring is beyond our reach now. Forgive me.
I did not see it.
I have failed you all. No, Boromir.
You fought bravely.
You have kept your honor. | ๋ฐ์ง๋ ์ด์ ๋ฟ์ง ๋ชปํ ๋งํผ ๋ฉ์ด์ก๋ค ๋ ์ฉ์ํด์ค
๋ ์ ๋๋ก ๋ณด์ง ๋ชปํ์ด
๋ด๊ฐ ์ผ์ ๊ทธ๋ฅด์น ๊ฑฐ์ผ ์๋์ผ, ๋ณด๋ก๋ฏธ๋ฅด
์๋ค๋ ์ฉ๊ฐํ๊ฒ ์ธ์ ์ด
๋ช
์๋ฅผ ์ง์ผฐ์ง |
Leave it.
It is over.
The world of men will fall and all will come to darkness and my city to ruin.
I do not know what strength is in my blood but I swear to you, I will not let the White City fall.. | ๋๋ฌ
์ด์ ๋๋ฌ์ด
์ธ๊ฐ์กฑ์ ์ธ์์ ๋ฉธ๋งํ ๊ฑฐ์ผ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๋ชจ๋ ์ํ์ ํฉ์ธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ด ๋์๋ ๋ชฐ๋ฝํ๊ฒ ์ง
์๋ค์๊ฒ ๋งน์ธํ๊ฑด๋ ๋ฐฑ์ ๋์๊ฐ ๋ฉธ๋งํ๊ฒ ๋์ง๋ ์๊ฒ ์ด |
Our people.
Our people.
I would have followed you, my brother.
My captain.
My king.
Be at peace..
...son of Gondor.
Frodo!
I wish The Ring had never come to me. | ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ฐฑ์ฑ
์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ฐฑ์ฑ
๋๋ ์๋ค๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ ๋ด ํ์ ์ฌ
๋์ ๋์ฅ
๋์ ์
ํํ๋กญ๊ฒ ์ ๋ค๊ฒ
๊ณค๋๋ฅด์ ์๋ค์ด์ฌ
๋๋ฆฌ!
๋ฐ์ง๊ฐ ์ ๊ฒ ์ค์ง ์์์ผ๋ฉด ์ข์์ ๊ฑฐ์์ |
I wish none of this had happened.
So do all who live to see such times but that is not for them to decide.
All you have to decide..
...is what to do with the time that is given to you. | ์ด๋ฐ ์ผ์ด ์ ์ผ์ด๋ฌ๋ค๋ฉด...
์ด๋ค ๋ณด๋ฉด ๋๊ตฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ด ๋๊ฐ ์์ง ํ์ง๋ง ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ ํ ์ ์๋ ๊ฒ ์๋๋๋ค
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ํ ์ผ์
์ฃผ์ด์ง ์๊ฐ์ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์ธ ๊ฒ์ธ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์ ํ ๋ฟ์ด์ง |
Frodo, no!
Frodo!
Mr. Frodo! No, Sam.
Go back, Sam!
I'm going to Mordor alone. Of course you are.
And I'm coming with you!
You can't swim! | ๋๋ฆฌ, ์ ๋ผ์!
๋๋ฆฌ!
ํ๋ก๋ ๋๋ฆฌ! ์ ๋ผ, ์
๋์๊ฐ, ์!
ํผ์ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋๋ฅด์ ๊ฐ ๊ฑฐ์ผ ๊ทธ๋ฌ์๊ฒ ์ฃ
๊ทธ๋ผ ์ ๋ ๊ฐ ๊ฑฐ์์!
๋ ์์์ ๋ชป ํ์์! |
Sam!
Sam!
I made a promise, Mr. Frodo.
A promise. "Don't you leave him, Samwise Gamgee."
And I don't mean to.
I don't mean to.
Oh, Sam.
Come on. | ์!
์!
์ ์ฝ์์ ํ์ด์ ํ๋ก๋ ๋๋ฆฌ
์ฝ์์ "์ ๋ ํ๋ก๋์ ๋จ์ด์ง์ง ๋ง๋ผ, ์"
์ ๋ ์ ๋จ์ด์ง ๊ฑฐ์์
์ ๋ ์ ๋จ์ด์ ธ์
์
๊ฐ์! |
Hurry! Frodo and Sam have reached the Eastern shore.
You mean not to follow them. Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands.
Then it has all been in vain. The Fellowship has failed.
Not if we hold true to each other. | ์๋๋ฌ! ํ๋ก๋์ ์์ด ๋์ชฝ ๊ธฐ์ญ์ ๋์ฐฉํ์ด
๋ฐ๋ผ๊ฐ์ง ์์ ์๊ฐ์ด์ผ? ์ด์ ํ๋ก๋์ ์ด๋ช
์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์์ ๋ ๋ฌ์ด
๊ทธ๋ผ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ ํ์๊ณ ์๋? ์์ ๋๋ ์คํจํ๊ตฐ
๊ทธ๋ ์ง ์์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์๋ก๋ฅผ ๋ฏฟ๋๋ค๋ฉด ๋ง์ด์ผ |
We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death.
Not while we have strength left. Leave all that can be spared behind.
We travel light. | ๋ฉ๋ฆฌ์ ํผํ์ด ๊ณ ๋ฌธ๊ณผ ์ฃฝ์์ ๋นํ๋๋ก ๋ด๋ฒ๋ ค ๋์ง ์๊ฒ ์ด
์ฐ๋ฆฌ์๊ฒ ํ์ด ๋จ์ ์๋ ํ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋์ง ์์! ํ์ ์๋ ์ง์ ๋๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ค
๊ฐ๋ฒผ์ด ๋ชธ์ผ๋ก ๋ ๋๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ |
Let us hunt some orc.
Yes!
You cannot pass! Gandalf!
I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor.
Go back to the Shadows. | ์คํฌ ์ฌ๋ฅ์ ํด๋ณด์๊ณ
์ข์์ด!
๋ ์ง๋๊ฐ ์ ์์ด! ๊ฐ๋ฌํ!
๋ ๋น๋ฐ์ ๋ถ์ ์ฌ๊ธฐ๋ฉฐ ์๋
ธ๋ฅด์ ๋ถ๊ฝ์ ๋ค๋ฃฌ๋ค
์ด๋ ์ผ๋ก ๋์๊ฐ๋ผ! |
The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun!
You shall not pass!
No! No!
Gandalf!
Fly, you fools.
No!
Gandalf!
Gandalf!
What is it, Mr. Frodo? | ๋ค ์ด๋ ์ ๋ถ์ ์์ฉ์ด ์๋ค ์ฐ๋์ ๋ถ๊ฝ!
๋ ์ง๋๊ฐ์ง ๋ชปํด!
์ ๋ผ! ์ ๋ผ!
๊ฐ๋ฌํ!
์ด์ ๊ฐ, ๋ฐ๋ณด๋ค์!
์ ๋ผ!
๊ฐ๋ฌํ!
๊ฐ๋ฌํ!
์ ๊ทธ๋์, ํ๋ก๋ ๋๋ฆฌ? |
Nothing.
Just a dream.
Mordor. The one place in Middle-earth we don't want to see any closer.
And it's the one place we're trying to get to.
It's just where we can't get. | ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ์๋
๊ฟ์ ๊ฟจ์ด
๋ชจ๋ฅด๋๋ฅด, ์ค๊ฐ๊ณ์์ ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์ ์ ์ผํ ๊ณณ์ธ๋ฐ
๋ชฉ์จ์ ๊ฑธ๊ณ ๊ฐ๊ณ ์๊ตฐ์
๊ณผ์ฐ ๊ฐ ์ ์์๊น์? |
I don't think Gandalf meant for us to come this way.
He didn't mean for a lot of things to happen, Sam.
Mr. Frodo?
It's the Ring, isn't it?
It's getting heavier.
What food have we got left? Well, let me see. | ๊ฐ๋ฌํ๊ฐ ์ด๋ฆฌ๋ก ๊ฐ๋ผ๊ณ ํ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ง ์์์
๊ฐ๋ฌํ๋ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฑธ ์์ํ๋ ๊ฑด ์๋, ์
ํ๋ก๋ ๋๋ฆฌ?
๋ฐ์ง ๋๋ฌธ์ด์ฃ ?
์ ์ ๋ ๋ฌด๊ฑฐ์์ ธ
๋จน์ ๊ฒ ์ข ๋จ์์ด? ๋ณผ๊ฒ์ |
Oh, yes. Lovely.
Lembas bread. And look!
More lembas bread.
I don't usually hold with foreign food but this Elvish stuff, it's not bad.
Nothing ever dampens your spirits, does it, Sam? | ์๊ตฐ์, ๋คํ์ด์์
๋ ๋ฐ์ค ๋นต, ๋ณด์ธ์!
์ฌ๊ธฐ ๋ ์์ด์
์ ์๋ ๋ด ๊ณณ์ ๋นต์ ์ ์ ๋จน๋๋ฐ ์ํ์ ๋นต์ ๊ฝค ๊ด์ฐฎ๋ค์
๋ถ๊ธธํ ์๊ฐ ๋ฐ์ ์ ๋ค์ง, ์? |
Those rain clouds might.
This looks strangely familiar.
It's because we've been here before.
We're going in circles.
What is that horrid stink? | ์ ๋จน๊ตฌ๋ฆ์ด ๋ค๊ฒ ๋ง๋๋ค์
์ด์ํ๊ฒ๋ ๋์ ์ต์ด์
์๋ง๋ ์๋ณธ ๊ณณ์ด๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ผ ๊ฑฐ์ผ
๋์์ ๋ค์ ์จ ๊ฑฐ์ผ
์ด๊ฒ ๋ฌด์จ ์
์ทจ์ฃ ? |
I warrant there's a nasty bog nearby.
Can you smell it? Yes.
I can smell it.
We're not alone.
The thieves. The thieves.
The filthy little thieves. | ๋ช์ ๊ฐ๊น์ด ๊ฒ ํ๋ฆผ์์ด์
๋์ ๋์ฃ ? ๊ทธ๋
๋์๊ฐ ๋
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ง ์๋ ๊ฒ ์๋
๋์ ๋ค! ๋๋๋๋ค!
๋์ ๋๋ ์์ ๋์ ๋ค! |
Where is it?
Where is it?
They stole it from us.
My precious.
Curse them, we hates them!
It's ours, it is, and we wants it!
This is Sting. | ์ด๋ ์์ด?
์ด๋๋ค ์จ๊ธด ๊ฑฐ์ผ?
์ฐ๋ฆฌํํ
์ ๋ฐ์ง๋ฅผ ํ์ณ๊ฐ์ด
๋ด ๋ณด๋ฌผ!
๋๋ค์ ์ ์ฃผํด ๋๋ค์ ์ฆ์คํ๋ค๊ณ !
์ด๊ฑด ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ฐ์ง์ผ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ฐ์ง๋ฅผ ์ํด!
์ด๊ฑด '์คํ
'์ด์ผ |
You've seen it before, haven't you, Gollum?
Release him or I'll cut your throat.
It burns!
It burns us!
It freezes!
Nasty Elves twisted it. | ๋ค๊ฐ ์ ์๋ ๋ณธ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค ๊ทธ๋ ์ง, ๊ณจ๋ฃธ?
๋์์ฃผ์ง ์์ผ๋ฉด ๋ค ๋ชฉ์ ๋ฒ ๊ฒ ๋ค
๋ชฉ์ ๊ฐ์๋์!
๋๋ฌด ์ํ๋ค๊ณ ์!
์ค์ด ์ผ์์ฅ ๊ฐ์์!
์ญ๊ฒจ์ด ์ํ์ ๋ฐง์ค์ด๋ผ ๊ทธ๋์ |
Take it off us! Quiet, you!
It's hopeless. Every Orc in Mordor's going to hear this racket.
Let's just tie him up and leave him. No!
That would kill us! Kill us! | ํ์ด์ค์! ๋ฅ์ณ!
์ด๋ฌ๋ค๊ฐ ๋ชจ๋ ์คํฌ๋ค์ด ๋น๋ช
์๋ฆด ๋ฃ๊ฒ ์ด์
๋ฌถ์ด๋๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ฅ ๊ฐ์ ์ ๋ผ์!
๊ทธ๋ผ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ฃฝ๊ฒ ๋ ๊ฑฐ์์ |
It's no more than you deserve!
Maybe he does deserve to die.
But now that I see him, I do pity him.
We be nice to them if they be nice to us. | ๋ค ๋์ ์ฃฝ์ด ๋ง๋
ํด!
์ฃฝ์ด ๋ง๋
ํ ์ง๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ง๋ง
๋์ ๋ณด๋๊น ๋ฑํ๊ฒ ์ฌ๊ฒจ์ ธ
์ํด์ฃผ์๋ฉด ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ํ ๊ฒ์ |
Take it off us.
We swears to do what you wants.
We swears.
There's no promise you can make that I can trust.
We swears, to serve the master of the precious. | ์ ๋ฐ ํ์ด์ค์
์ํ๋ ๊ฑด ๋ญ๋ ๋ค ๋ค์ด์ค๊ฒ์
๋งน์ธํด์
๋ค ์ฝ์์ ๋ฏฟ์ ์ ์์ด
๋ด ๋ณด๋ฌผ์ ์์ ์ฃผ๋ฅผ ์ฃผ์ธ๋์ผ๋ก ์ฌ๊ธธ ๊ฒ๋๋ค |
We will swear on...
On the precious!
Gollum. Gollum.
The Ring is treacherous. It will hold you to your word.
Yes...
...on the precious. | ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ค์ด ๋งน์ธํ ๊ฒ์
๋ฐ์ง์ ๊ฑธ๊ณ ์์
๊ณจ๋ฃธ, ๊ณจ๋ฃธ
๋ฐ์ง๋ฅผ ํ๋ด๊ฑฐ๋ ์ฝ์์ ์ด๊ธฐ๋ฉด ๊ฐ์คํด
๋งน์ธํด์
๋ฐ์ง๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ๊ณ ์์ |
I don't believe you!
Get down! I said, down! Sam!
He's trying to trick us.
If we let him go, he'll throttle us in our sleep.
You know the way to Mordor? Yes. | ๋ ์ ๋ฏฟ์ด!
๋ด๋ ค์, ๋น์ฅ! ์!
์ฐ๋ฆด ์์ผ ๊ฑฐ์์
์ง๊ธ ๋์ฃผ๋ฉด ์ ๋ ๋ชฉ์ ์กฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ ์
๋ชจ๋ฅด๋๋ฅด๋ก ๊ฐ๋ ๊ธธ ์์? ๋ค |
You've been there before?
Yes.
You will lead us to the Black Gate.
Merry!
Merry!
What is it? What do you smell?
Man-flesh. Aragorn.
They've picked up our trail. | ๊ฐ๋ณธ ์ ์์ง?
๋ค
๊ฒ์ ๋ฌธ์ผ๋ก ์ฐ๋ฆด ์๋ดํด
๋ฉ๋ฆฌ!
๋ฉ๋ฆฌ!
๋ญ์ง? ๋ฌด์จ ๋์์ง?
์ธ์ก์ ๋์ ์๋ผ๊ณค?
๋๋ค์ด ๋ค๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ์์ด |
Let's move!
Their pace has quickened.
They must have caught our scent.
Hurry!
Come on, Gimli!
Three days and nights pursuit.
No food. No rest.
And no sign of our quarry, but what bare rock can tell. | ์๋๋ฌ!
๋๋ค์ ์ด๋์ด ๋นจ๋ผ์ก์ด
์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋์๋ฅผ ๋งก์ ๊ฒ ํ๋ฆผ์์ด
์๋๋ฌ!
ํ๋ด, ๊น๋ฆฌ!
3์ผ ๋ฐค๋ฎ์ ์ถ๊ฒฉํ์ด
์ ๋ ๋ชป ์๊ณ ๋ฐฅ๋ ๊ตถ์ผ๋ฉด์
๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ฐ ๋ฐ์์ ๋ฌป์ ํ์ ๋ง๊ณค ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ์์์ |
Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall.
They may yet be alive.
Less than a day ahead of us. Come.
Come, Gimli! We're gaining on them!
I'm wasted on cross-country. We Dwarves are natural sprinters.
Very dangerous over short distances.
Rohan. | ์ผ๋ถ๋ฌ ๋จ์ด๋จ๋ฆฐ ๊ฑฐ์ผ
์์ง์ ์ด์์๋ ๋ด
ํ๋ฃจ ์ ๋๋ฐ์ ๋ค์ณ์ง์ง ์์์ด
ํ๋ด, ๊น๋ฆฌ! ๊ฑฐ์ ๋ค ์ถ๊ฒฉํ์ด!
์ ์ญ ํก๋จ์ ์ง๊ฒจ์ ์ฐ๋ฆฐ ๋์์ด๋ค์ ๋จ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ ์ ๊ณต์ด๋ผ๊ณ
๋จ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ์์ ๋๊ตฌ๋ ์ฐ๋ฆด ๋นํด๋ด์ง ๋ชป ํด
๋กํ์ด์ผ |
Home of the Horse-lords.
There's something strange at work here.
Some evil gives speed to these creatures.
Sets its will against us.
Legolas! What do your Elf-eyes see? | ๊ธฐ๋ง๋์ ๋
์ด์ง
์ฌ์์น ์์ ์
์ ๊ธฐ์ด์ด ์ด์์์ด
์
๋ น์ด ๋๋ค๋ก ํ์ฌ๊ธ ์๋ ฅ์ ๋ด๋๋ก ๋ง๋ค์์ด
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ง๊ธฐ ์ํด์์ผ
๋ ๊ณจ๋ผ์ค! ์ํ ๋์ ๋ญ๊ฐ ๋ณด์ฌ? |
They are taking the Hobbits to Isengard.
Saruman.
The world is changing.
To stand against the might of Sauron and Saruman and the union of the two towers? | ์์ด์ผ๊ฐ๋๋ก ํฅํ๊ณ ์์ด
์ฌ๋ฃจ๋ง์ ๋ณธ๊ฑฐ์ง
์ธ์์ ๋ฐ๋๊ณ ์์ต๋๋ค
์ด๋ ๋๊ฐ ๊ฐํ ์ฌ์ฐ๋ก ๊ณผ ์ฌ๋ฃจ๋ง, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ๊ฐ์ ํ ๋๋งน์ ๋ง์๊ฒ ์ต๋๊น? |
Together, my Lord Sauron we shall rule this Middle-earth.
The Old World will burn in the fires of industry.
The forests will fall.
A new order will rise.
We will drive the machine of war with the sword and the spear and the iron fists of the Orc. | ์ด์ ์ฌ์ฐ๋ก ๋๊ณผ ์ ๊ฐ ํจ๊ป ์์ก๊ณ ์ค๊ฐ๊ณ๋ฅผ ์ง๋ฐฐํ ๊ฒ์
๋๋ค
์ ์ธ์์ ๊ธฐ๊ณ๋ก ๋ถํ์ฐ๊ณ
๋๋ฌด๋ ๋ชจ์กฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ฒ ์ด๋ฒ๋ฆด ๊ฒ๋๋ค
์๋ก์ด ์ง์๋ฅผ ์ผ์ผ์ผ ์ธ์ฐ๊ณ
์คํฌ์ ๊ฒ๊ณผ ์ฐฝ์ผ๋ก ๋ฌด์๋นํ๊ฒ ์ค๊ฐ๊ณ์ ์ง์๋ฅผ ์ง๋ฐฐํ ๊ฒ์
๋๋ค |
We have only to remove those who oppose us.
The Horse-Men took your lands.
They drove your people into the hills to scratch a living off rocks.
Murderers! | ์ฐ๋ฆฐ ๋ฐ๋ ์ธ๋ ฅ๋ง ์ ๊ฑฐํ๋ฉด ๋ฉ๋๋ค
๋กํ ์ข
์กฑ์ด ๋ํฌ๋ค์ ๋ชฐ์๋๋ค
๊ณ ์ง๋๋ก ๋ด์ซ์์ ๊ตถ์ฃผ๋ฆฌ๊ฒ ๋ง๋ค์์ง
์ด์ธ๋ง! |
Take back the lands they stole from you.
Burn every village!
Too long have these peasants stood against you.
Eothain! Eothain!
You take your sister. You'll go faster with just two. | ๊ฐํ๋นํ ๋
์ ๋์ฐพ๊ณ
๋ง์์ ๋ชจ์กฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ถํ์๋ผ!
๋๋ค์ด ์์ฃผ ์ค๋ซ๋์ ์ ํญํ์ง๋ง
์์ค์ธ์ธ! ์์ค์ธ์ธ!
๋์์ ๋ฐ๋ ค๊ฐ๋ผ ๋๋ง ๊ฐ์ผ ๋ ๋นจ๋ผ |
Papa says Eothain must not ride Garulf.
He is too big for him.
Listen to me. You must ride to Edoras and raise the alarm.
Do you understand me? Yes, Mama.
I don't want to leave. I don't want to go, Mama.
Freda, I will find you there. | ์๋น ๊ฐ ์ด ๋ง์ ์ค๋น ๋ ํ์ฐ์ง ๋ง๋ฌ์ด์
์ค๋นค ๋๋ฌด ํฌ๋์
์ ๋ค์ด, ์๋๋ผ์ค์ ๊ฐ์ ๊ฒฝ๋ณด๋ฅผ ์ธ๋ ค์ผ ํด
๋ด ๋ง ์๊ฒ ๋? ๋ค, ์๋ง
์ ๊ฐ๋์ ๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์ซ์ด์, ์๋ง
ํ๋ ๋ค, ์๋ง๊ฐ ๊ผญ ์ฐพ์๊ฐ ๊ฑฐ์ผ |
Quickly!
Go, child.
Rohan, my lord is ready to fall.
Theodred.
Your son is badly wounded, my lord.
He was ambushed by Orcs.
If we don't defend our country, Saruman will take it by force. | ์ด์ ๊ฐ!
์ด์ ๊ฐ๋ผ, ์๋ค์
์ค์ฐ๋ก ๋, ๋กํ์... ์ด์ ๊ณง ๋ฉธ๋งํฉ๋๋ค
์ธ์ค๋๋ ๋
์์๋์ด ์ค์์
๋๋ค
๋งค๋ณตํ ์คํฌ๋คํํ
๋นํ์ต๋๋ค
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ฐฉ์ดํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ฉด ์ฌ๋ฃจ๋ง์ด ์ฐจ์งํ๊ณ ๋ง ๊ฒ์
๋๋ค |
That is a lie.
Saruman the White has ever been our friend and ally.
Grima.
Grima.
Grima.
Orcs are roaming freely across our lands.
Unchecked. Unchallenged. Killing at will. | ๊ฑฐ์ง๋ง์
๋๋ค
๋ฐฑ์์ ๋ง๋ฒ์ฌ์ธ ์ฌ๋ฃจ๋ง์ ์ง๊ธ๊น์ง ์ฐ๋ฆฌ์ ์น๊ตฌ์ด์ ๋๋งน์ด์์ต๋๋ค
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๋ง
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๋ง
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๋ง
์คํฌ๋ค์ด ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋
์์ ํ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์น๊ณ ์์ต๋๋ค
์ฐ๋ฆฐ ์์๋ฌด์ฑ
์ผ๋ก ๋นํ๊ณ ๋ง ์๊ณ ์ |
Orcs bearing the White Hand of Saruman.
Why do you lay these troubles on an already troubled mind?
Can you not see?
Your uncle is wearied by your malcontent, your warmongering. | ์ฌ๊ธฐ ์ฌ๋ฃจ๋ง์ ํ์๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ค์ง ํฌ๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ์ข ๋ณด์ธ์
์ ์์ฒ ์
์ ์ํผ์๊ฒ ๊ณ์ ์์ฒ๋ฅผ ์
ํ๋ ๊ฒ๋๊น?
๋ณด๊ณ ๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ต๋๊น?
์๋ถ๋ ๋น์ ์ ๋ถ์ํ ์ ์ ์ผ์ ๋๋ฌธ์ ๊ธฐ๋ ฅ์ด ๋ค ์ ํ ๊ฒ์
๋๋ค |
Warmongering?
How long is it since Saruman bought you?
What was the promised price, Grima?
When all the Men are dead, you will take your share of the treasure? | ๋ถ์ํ ์ ์ ์ผ์?
์ฌ๋ฃจ๋ง๊ณผ ๋ดํต์ ์์ํ ๊ฒ ์ธ์ ์ผ?
์ฐ๋ฆด ๊ธฐ๋งํ๋ฉด์ ์ป๋ ๊ฒ ๋ญ์ง?
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ฉธ๋งํ๋ฉด ๋ณด๋ฌผ์ ๋๋ ๋จน๊ธฐ๋ก ํ๋? |
Too long have you watched my sister.
Too long have you haunted her steps.
You see much, Eomer, son of Eomund.
You are banished forthwith from the kingdom of Rohan under pain of death. | ๊ฐํ ์์ง๋ ๋ด ๋์์ ๋๋ด?
๋๋ฌด ์ค๋ซ๋์ ๋๋ฌ์ด ํ์ฌ์ ํ๊ณ ์๊ตฐ
๋๋ฌด ๋ง์ด ๋ดค๊ตฐ, ์์ค๋ฉ๋ฅด ์์ค๋จผ๋์ ์๋ค์ด์ฌ
๋ ๋กํ ์๊ตญ์ผ๋ก๋ถํฐ ์ฆ๊ฐ ์ถ๋ฐฉํ๋ค ๋์์ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ ์ฌํ์ด๋ค |
Keep breathing. That's the key.
Breathe.
They've run as if the very whips of their masters were behind them.
We're not going no further until we've had a breather. | ๊ณ์ ์จ์ฌ์ด์ผ ํด ๊ทธ๋์ผ ์ด์
์จ์ ์ฌ์ด
์ฑ์ฐ ๋ง์ ๋ง์ฒ๋ผ ์์ฃผ ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋๋ง์ณค์ด
ํ ๊ฑธ์๋ ๋ ๋ชป ๊ฐ๊ฒ ์ด ์จํต์ด ๋์ด์ง๋ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด์ผ |
Get a fire going!
Merry!
Merry!
I think we might have made a mistake leaving the Shire, Pippin.
What's making that noise?
It's the trees.
What? | ๋ถ์ ํผ์๋ผ!
๋ฉ๋ฆฌ!
๋ฉ๋ฆฌ!
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋จ๋จํ ์ค์ํ ๊ฑฐ ๊ฐ์ ๊ณ ํฅ์ ๋ ๋์ง ๋ง์์ด์ผ ํ์ด
๋ฌด์จ ์๋ฆฌ์ผ?
๋๋ฌด์์ ๋
๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ ? |
You remember the Old Forest, on the borders of Buckland?
Folk used to say there was something in the water that made the trees grow tall and come alive. | ๋ฒํด๋๋ ๊ฒฝ๊ณ์ ์๋ ์ค๋๋ ์ฒ ๊ธฐ์ต๋?
์ด๋ฅธ๋ค์ด ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋๋ฐ ๋ฌผ์ ๋ญ๊ฐ๊ฐ ๋๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์ฅ์ฅ ์๋ผ๊ฒ ํด์ฃผ๊ณ ์๋ช
๋ ์คฌ๋ |
Alive?
Trees that could whisper, talk to each other, even move.
I'm starving.
We ain't had nothing but maggoty bread for three stinking days. | ์๋ช
์?
์๋ก ๋ง๋ ํ๊ณ ... ์์ง์ด๊ธฐ๊น์ง ํ๋์ด
๋ฐฐ๊ณ ํ๋ค!
3์ผ ๋์ ๊ตฌ๋๊ธฐ ๋นต๋ง ๋จน์์ด |
Yeah!
Why can't we have some meat?!
What about them?
They're fresh.
They are not for eating.
What about their legs?
They don't need those. | ๋ง์!
๊ณ ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์ข ๋จน์
์ ๋๋ค์ ์ด๋?
์ฑ์ฑํ์์
์ ๊ฑด ๋จน๋ ๊ฒ ์๋
๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ง ๋ฏ์ด๋จน๋ ๊ฑด ์ด๋?
๋๋ค์๊ฒ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ํ์ ์์์ |
Ooh, they look tasty. Get back, scum!
Carve them up! Just a mouthful.
No!
Looks like meat's back on the menu, boys.
Pippin.
Let's go.
Squeal.
No one's going to save you now. | ๊ตฐ์นจ์ด ๋์ ์ด๋, ๊ด์ธํ!
๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ์ฐ์ด! ํ ์
์ฉ๋ง ๋ฏ์
์ ๋ผ!
์ค๋ ๋ฉ๋ด์ ์ก์์ ์ถ๊ฐํ๋ค
ํผํ
๋๋ง์น์
๋น๋ช
์ ์ง๋ฌ
๋ํฌ๋ค์ ๋์์ค ๊ตฌ์ธ์ฃผ๋ ์์ด |
Pippin!
A red sun rises.
Blood has been spilled this night.
Riders of Rohan, what news from the Mark?
What business does an Elf, a Man and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark? | ํผํ!
๋ถ์ ํ์์ด ์๊ณ ์์ด
๋ฐค์ ํผ๋ฅผ ๋ง์ด ๋ดค๋ ๋ด
๋กํ์ ๊ธฐ๋ง๋์ฌ! ํฌ์์์ด๋ผ๋ ์๋ ๊ฑฐ์?
์ํ, ์ธ๊ฐ, ๋์์ด๊ฐ ๋ฆฌ๋๋งํฌ์ ๋ฌด์จ ์ผ์ธ๊ฐ? |
Speak quickly!
Give me your name, horse-master, and I shall give you mine.
I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground. | ์ด์ ๋๋ตํด!
์ด๋ฆ์ ๋จผ์ ๋๋ฉด ๋ด ์ด๋ฆ๋ ๋งํด์ฃผ์ง
๋ค ํค๊ฐ ์กฐ๊ธ๋ง ๋ ์ปธ๋๋ผ๋ ๋ง์ ํ ์ฑ ๊ทธ ๋ชฉ์ ์ณค์ ๊ฑฐ๋ค |
You would die before your stroke fell.
I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn.
This is Gimli, son of Gloin, and Legolas of the Woodland Realm.
We are friends of Rohan and of Theoden, your king. | ๊ฒ์ ์ก๊ธฐ๋ ์ ์ ๋์ฅ๋ ๊ฑธ
๋ ์๋ผ์์ ์๋ค, ์๋ผ๊ณค์ด์
์ด์ชฝ์ ๊ธ๋ก์ธ์ ์๋ค, ๊น๋ฆฌ์ ์ฐ๋๋๋์ ๋ ๊ณจ๋ผ์ค
์ธ์ค๋ด์ด ํต์นํ๋ ๋กํ ์๊ตญ๊ณผ๋ ์น๊ตฌ ์ฌ์ด์ |
Theoden no longer recognizes friend from foe.
Not even his own kin.
Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king and claimed lordship over these lands.
My company are those loyal to Rohan. | ์ธ์ค๋ด ์์ ํผ์ ์๋ณ์์ปค๋
์น์ฒ๋ ๋ชป ์์๋ณด์ค
์ฌ๋ฃจ๋ง์ด ์์ ์๊ฐ์ ์กฐ์ข
ํด์ ํต์น๊ถ์ ์ฅ์
ํด๊ฐ๊ณ ์์
๋ด ๋์ง๋ค์ ๋กํ์ ์ถฉ์ฑํ๋ ์๋ค์ด์ง |
And for that, we are banished.
The White Wizard is cunning.
He walks here and there, they say, as an old man hooded and cloaked.
And everywhere, his spies slip past our nets.
We are no spies.
We track a party of Uruk-hai westward across the plain. | ๊ทธ๋์ ์ถ๋ฐฉ๋ ๊ฑฐ์
๋ฐฑ์์ ๋ง๋ฒ์ฌ๋ ๊ฐ๊ตํ ๋์ด์ค
์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๊ธฐ ์ถ๋ชฐํ์ง... ๋๊ฑด๊ณผ ๋งํ ์ฐจ๋ฆผ์ผ๋ก
๋์ ์ฒฉ์๋ค์ด ๋์ฒ์์ ๊น๋ ค์์
์ฐ๋ฆฐ ์ฒฉ์๊ฐ ์๋์ค
์ฐ๋ฃฉํ์ด์กฑ์ ์ถ๊ฒฉํ๋ ์ค์
๋๋ค |
They have taken two of our friends captive.
The Uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them during the night.
But there were two Hobbits. Did you see two Hobbits with them? | ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์น๊ตฌ ๋ ๋ช
์ ์ก์๊ฐ์
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ผ๋ฐค์ ๋๋ค์ ๊ถค๋ฉธ์์ผฐ์
๋ ๋ช
์ ํธ๋น์ด ์์์ ํ
๋ฐ ๋ชป ๋ดค์? |
They would be small. Only children to your eyes.
We left none alive.
We piled the carcasses and burned them.
I am sorry.
Hasufel! Arod!
May these horses bear you to better fortune than their former masters.
Farewell.
Look for your friends.
But do not trust to hope. | ์๋ง ์์์ ์ ๋ค์ฒ๋ผ ๋ณด์์ ๊ฑฐ์
์ด๋ ค๋ ์๋ ์์
์์ฒด๋ ์์์ ๋ถํ์ ๊ณ ์
์ ๋๊ตฐ์
ํ์ํ ! ์๋ก๋!
๊ทธ๋ค์ ์ ์ฃผ์ธ๋ณด๋ค ๋น์ ๋ค์๊ฒ ํ์ด์ด ๋ ๋ฐ๋ฅด๊ธธ ๋ฐ๋ผ์ค
๊ทธ๋ผ
์น๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์๋ณด์์ค
ํ์ง๋ง ํฌ๋ง์ ๊ฐ์ง ์๋ ๊ฒ ์ข์ ๊ฑฐ์ |
It has forsaken these lands.
We ride north!
It's one of their wee belts.
We failed them.
A Hobbit lay here.
And the other.
They crawled. | ํฌ๋ง์ด ์ฌ๋ผ์ง ๋
์ด๋๊น
๋ถ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์!
๋ ์ค ํ๋์ ๋ฒจํธ์ผ
๋๋ฌด ๋ฆ์๊ตฐ
ํธ๋น์ด ๋์์๋ ์๋ฆฌ์ผ
์ฌ๊ธฐ ๋ ํ๋
๋์ ๊ธฐ์ด๊ฐ์ด |
Their hands were bound.
Their bonds were cut.
They ran over here.
They were followed.
The belt!
Run!
Tracks lead away from the battle...
into Fangorn Forest. | ์์ด ๋ฌถ์ธ ์ฑ๋ก
๋์ค์ ๋ฐง์ค์ ๋์์ด
์ด์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๋๋ง์ณค๋๋ฐ
๋๊ตฐ๊ฐ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์ซ์๊ฐ์ด
๋ฒจํธ๋ฅผ ํ์ด!
๋๋ง์ณ!
์ ํฌ ํ์ฅ์์ ๋ฒ์ด๋
ํก๊ณ ๋ฅธ ์ฒ์ผ๋ก ๋๋ง์ณค์ด |
Fangorn?
What madness drove them in there?
Did we lose him? I think we lost him.
I'm going to rip out your filthy little innards!
Come here! | ํก๊ณ ๋ฅธ?
์ผ๋ง๋ ๋ค๊ธํ์ผ๋ฉด ์ ๊ธฐ๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ์ง?
๋ฐ๋๋ฆฐ ๊ฑธ๊น? ์ฑ๊ณตํ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์
๋ํฌ๋ค ์ฐฝ์๋ฅผ ํ ๋งํ ๋ง ์ฐ์ด์ฃผ๊ฒ ์ด!
์ด๋ฆฌ ์! |
Trees. Climb a tree.
He's gone.
Merry!
Let's put a maggot hole in your belly!
Run, Merry!
Little Orcs, bru-ra-hroom. It's talking, Merry. The tree is talking.
Tree? | ๋๋ฌด ์๋ก ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ
์ฌ๋ผ์ก์ด
๋ฉ๋ฆฌ!
๋ฑ์์๋ค ๊ตฌ๋๊ธฐ ์ง์ ๋ง๋ค์ด์ฃผ๋ง!
๋๋ง์ณ, ๋ฉ๋ฆฌ!
์คํฌ ๊ผฌ๋งน์ด๋ค ๋ฉ๋ฆฌ, ๋๋ฌด๊ฐ ๋ง์ ํด
๋๋ฌด? |
I am no tree!
I am an Ent.
A tree-herder.
A shepherd of the forest.
Don't talk to it, Merry.
Don't encourage it!
Treebeard, some call me. | ๋ ๋๋ฌด๊ฐ ์๋!
๋ ์ํธ์ผ
๋๋ฌด ์งํด์ด
์ฒ์ ์งํค๋ ์ผ์ข
์ ๋ชฉ์์ง
๋ง์ ๊ฑธ์ง ๋ง
๊ฑธ๋ฉด ๋ง์ ๊ฑธ์ด์ฌ ๊ฑฐ์ผ!
'๋๋ฌด์์ผ'์ด๋ผ ๋ถ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ๋ ํ์ง |
And whose side are you on?
Side?
I am on nobody's side...
because nobody's on my side, little Orc.
Nobody cares for the woods anymore.
We're not Orcs! We're Hobbits! | ๋น์ ์ ๋๊ตฌ ํธ์ด์ฃ ?
ํธ์ด๋ผ๋?
๋ ๋๊ตฌ์ ํธ๋ ์๋๋ค
๋๊ตฌ๋ ๋ด ํธ์ด ์๋๋๊น
์ด์ ๋๊ตฌ๋ ์ฒ์ ์ง์ผ์ฃผ์ง ์์
์ฐ๋ฆฐ ์คํฌ๊ฐ ์๋๊ณ ํธ๋น์ด์์ |
Hobbits? Hmm.
Never heard of a Hobbit before.
Sounds like Orc mischief to me!
They come with fire.
They come with axes.
Gnawing, biting, breaking, hacking, burning! | ํธ๋น?
ํธ๋น ์๊ธด ๋ค์ด๋ณธ ์ ์์ด
์คํฌ๋ฉด์ ๋ ์์ด๋ ค๋ ๊ฑฐ์ง?
๋๋ค์ ๋ถ๊ณผ ๋๋ผ๋ก
์ฒ์ ํ๊ดดํ์ด
๊ฐ์๋๊ณ , ๋ฌผ์ด๋ฏ๊ณ , ๋ถ์ง๋ฅด๊ณ , ํ ๋ง์ ๋ด์ ํ์๋ฒ๋ ธ์ง |
Destroyers and usurpers! Curse them! No!
You don't understand. We're Hobbits! Halflings!
Shire-folk!
Maybe you are...
and maybe you aren't. | ํ๊ดด์, ์นจ๋ต์! ์ ์ฃผํ๋
ธ๋ผ! ์๋์์!
์คํด์์ ํธ๋น์ด๋ผ๋๊น์! ๋ฐ์ธ์กฑ!
์ค์ด์ด์ ์ข
์กฑ
๊ทธ๋ด์ง๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅด์ง๋ง...
์๋ ์๋ ์์ง |
The White Wizard will know.
The White Wizard?
Saruman.
See? See?
We've led you out.
Hurry, Hobbitses. Hurry!
Very lucky we find you. | ๋ฐฑ์์ ๋ง๋ฒ์ฌ๋ผ๋ฉด ์ ์๋ณํ ํ
๋ฐ
๋ฐฑ์์ ๋ง๋ฒ์ฌ์?
์ฌ๋ฃจ๋ง
๋ดค์ฃ ? ๋ดค์ฃ ?
๋ฒ์ด๋ฌ์์์
์๋๋ฌ์, ์ด์์!
์ ๊ฐ ๋ ๋ถ์ ์ฐพ์ ๊ฑด ํ์ด์ด์์ |
Nice Hobbit.
It's a bog. He's led us into a swamp.
A swamp, yes, yes.
Come, master. We will take you on safe paths through the mist.
Come, Hobbits! Come! We go quickly. | ์ฐฉํ ํธ๋น
์๋ ์ด์์ ์ฐ๋ฆด ๋ช์ ์ฒ๋ฃ์ ๊ฑฐ์์
๋ช์ด์์, ๋ง์์
์ฃผ์ธ๋, ์ด์์! ์๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ซ๊ณ ์์ ํ ๊ธธ๋ก ์๋ด๋ฅผ ํ ๊ฒ์
์ด์ ์์, ์๋๋ฌ์ผ ํด์ |
I found it. I did.
The way through the marshes.
Orcs don't use it. Orcs don't know it.
They go around for miles and miles.
Come quickly.
Soft and quick as shadows we must be.
There are dead things! | ์ฐพ์์ด์, ๋์ด์
๋ช์ ํต๊ณผํด์ ๊ฐ๋ ๊ธธ
์ฌ๊ธด ์คํฌ๊ฐ ์์ด์ ์คํฌ๋ ์ฌ๊ธธ ๋ชฐ๋ผ์
๊ทธ๋ค์ ์์ฃผ ๋ฉ๋ฆฌ ๋์์ ๊ฐ ๊ฑฐ์์
์ด์ ๊ฐ์
๊ทธ๋ฆผ์์ฒ๋ผ ๊ฐ๋ฟํ๊ณ ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒ
์์ฒด๋ค์ด ์์ด์! |
Dead faces in the water.
All dead. All rotten.
Elves and Men and Orcses.
A great battle long ago.
Dead Marshes.
Yes. Yes, that is their name. | ๋ฌผ์์ ์ผ๊ตด๋ค์ด ์๋ค๊ณ ์
์ ๋ถ ์ฃฝ์๊ณ ๋ถํจํ์ด์
์ํ, ์ธ๊ฐ, ์คํฌ
์๋ ํฐ ์ ํฌ์์ ์ฃฝ์ ๊ฑฐ์์
์ฃฝ์์ ๋ช
๋ค, ๋ง์์ ๊ทธ๊ฒ ์ด๋ฆ์ด์์ |
This way.
Don't follow the lights.
Careful now! Or Hobbits go down to join the dead ones and light little candles of their own.
Frodo!
Gollum? Don't follow the lights. | ์ด์ชฝ์ผ๋ก
๋น์ด ์๋ ๊ณณ์ผ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด์
์กฐ์ฌํด์! ์ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ฉด ํธ๋น๋ ์ด ์์ฒด๋ค์ฒ๋ผ ๋ฌผ์์์ ์ธ๊ด์ ๋ด๊ฒ ๋ ๊ฑฐ์์
ํ๋ก๋ ๋๋ฆฌ!
๊ณจ๋ฃธ? ๋น์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๊ฐ์ง ๋ง์ |
Gollum! Mr. Frodo!
Are you all right?
So bright.
So beautiful.
Our precious.
What did you say?
Master should be resting.
Master needs to keep up his strength. | ๊ณจ๋ฃธ! ํ๋ก๋ ๋๋ฆฌ!
๊ด์ฐฎ์์?
๊ด์ฑ๊ฐ ๋๋ฌด๋ ๋ฐ๊ณ
๋๋ฌด๋ ์๋ฆ๋ค์
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ค์ ๋ณด๋ฌผ
๋ฐฉ๊ธ ๋ญ๋ฌ์ง?
์ฃผ์ธ๋์ ์ฌ์
์ผ ํด์
ํ์ด ์ฝํด์ง๋ฉด ์ ๋ผ์ |
Who are you? Mustn't ask us. Not its business.
Gollum. Gollum.
Gandalf told me you were one of the river-folk.
Were you?
Smeagol.
What did you call me? | ๋ ๋๊ตฌ์ผ? ์๋ ค๊ณ ํ์ง ๋ง์
๊ณจ๋ฃธ, ๊ณจ๋ฃธ
๊ฐ๋ฌํ๊ฐ ๋ ๊ฐ์ ์ข
์กฑ์ด๋ฌ์ด
์ ๊ทธ๋?
์ค๋ฏธ๊ณจ
๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ ๋ถ๋ฅด์
จ์ฃ ? |
That was your name once, wasn't it?
A long time ago.
My name.
My name.
S... Smeagol.
Black Riders!
Hide! Hide!
Come on, Frodo. Come on! | ๊ทธ๊ฒ ๋ค ํธ๋น ์ด๋ฆ ์๋์์ด?
์์ฃผ ์ค๋ ์ ์
๋ด ์ด๋ฆ
๋ด ์ด๋ฆ
์ค๋ฏธ๊ณจ
ํ๊ธฐ์ฌ ๋์ฆ๊ตด์ด์ผ!
์จ์ด์, ์ด์!
์ด์, ํ๋ก๋ ๋๋ฆฌ! ์ด์์! |
Quick! They will see us! They will see us!
I thought they were dead. Dead?
No, you cannot kill them. No.
Wraiths!
Wraiths on wings!
They are calling for it. | ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์ ์จ์ผ๋ฉด ์ ๋ถ ๋ฐ๊ฐ๋ผ์! ์ด์์!
๋ค ์ฃฝ์ ์ค ์์๋๋ฐ ์ฃฝ์ด์?
์ฃฝ์ผ ์ ์๋ ์กด์ฌ๊ฐ ์๋์์
์ ๋ น!
๋ฐ์ง์ ์ ๋ น์ด์์!
๊ทธ๋ค์ด ๋ฐ์ง๋ฅผ ์ํด์ |
They are calling for the precious.
Mr. Frodo! It's all right.
Hurry, Hobbits.
The Black Gate is very close.
Orc blood.
These are strange tracks.
The air is so close in here.
This forest is old. | ๊ทธ๋ค์ด ๋ณด๋ฌผ์ ์๊ตฌํ๊ณ ์์ด์
ํ๋ก๋ ๋๋ฆฌ, ๊ด์ฐฎ์์
์๋๋ฌ์
๊ฒ์ ๋ฌธ์ ๊ฑฐ์ ๋ค ์์ด์
์คํฌ์ ํผ์ผ!
์ด ํ์ ๋ค์ ์ด์ํ๊ตฐ
์ด๊ณณ ๊ณต๊ธฐ๋ ๋๋ฌด ๋ฌด๊ฑฐ์
์ฌ๊ธด ์ค๋๋ ์ฒ์ด์ผ |
Very old.
Full of memory...
and anger.
The trees are speaking to each other.
Gimli!
Lower your ax.
Aragorn, Something's out there.
What do you see? | ๋ฌด์ฒ ์ค๋๋์ง
์๋ ์ ์ถ์ต๋ค๊ณผ...
๋ถ๋
ธ๋ฅผ ๋จธ๊ธ์์ด
๋๋ฌด๋ค๋ผ๋ฆฌ ๋งํ๊ณ ์์ด
๊น๋ฆฌ
๋๋ผ๋ฅผ ๋ฎ์ถฐ
๋ญ๊ฐ๊ฐ ์์ด
๋ญ๊ฐ ๋ณด์ฌ? |
The White Wizard approaches.
Do not let him speak. He will put a spell on us.
We must be quick.
You are tracking the footsteps of two young Hobbits. | ๋ฐฑ์์ ๋ง๋ฒ์ฌ๊ฐ ์ ๊ทผํด์ค๊ณ ์์ด
๋ง์ ํ๊ฒ ๋๋๋ฉด ๋ง๋ฒ์ ๊ฑธ์ด์ฌ ๊ฑฐ์ผ
๋ฏผ์ฒฉํ๊ฒ ์์ํด์ผ ํด
๋ ์ ์ ํธ๋น์ ํ์ ์ ์ฐพ๋? |
Where are they?
They passed this way the day before yesterday.
They met someone they did not expect.
Does that comfort you? Who are you?
Show yourself!
It cannot be. | ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์ด๋ ์์ง?
๊ทธ๋ค์ ์ดํ ์ ์ ์ฌ๊ธธ ํต๊ณผํ์ด
์์์น ๋ชปํ ๋๊ตฐ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ ๊ฒ ๋ถ๋ช
ํด
์๋ก๊ฐ ๋๋? ๋น์ ์ ๋๊ตฌ์ฃ ?
๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด์ด์์ค
์ด๋ด ์๊ฐ! |
You fell.
Through fire...
and water.
From the lowest dungeon to the highest peak,
I fought with the Balrog of Morgoth.
Until at last I threw down my enemy, and smote his ruin upon the mountainside. | ์ถ๋ฝํ์์์!
๊ทธ๋ฌ์์ง, ๋ถ๊ธธ๊ณผ...
๋ฌผ์์ผ๋ก
์งํ์ ๊ฐ์ฅ ๋ฐ๋ฐ๋ฅ์์ ๊ผญ๋๊ธฐ์ ์ด๋ฅด๋๋ก
๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ณ ์ค์ ๋ฐ๋ก๊ทธ์ ์ธ์ ์ด
๋ง์นจ๋ด ๋์ ๋ฌด์ฐ๋ ๊ณ ์ตํ์ ์ฐํ๋ฆฌ ์๋๋ก ์ถ๋ฝ์์ผฐ์ง |
Darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time.
Stars wheeled overhead, and every day was as long as a life age of the Earth.
But it was not the end. | ์๊ฐ๋ ์๊ฐ์ ์กด์ฌ๋ ์์ด๋ฒ๋ ธ์ด
ํ๋์์ ๋ณ๋ค์ด ํ๋์๊ณ ํ๋ฃจ๊ฐ ์ง๊ตฌ์ ๋์ด๋งํผ ๊ธธ๊ฒ ๋๊ปด์ก์ง
ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๊ฒ ๋์ด ์๋์์ด |
I felt life in me again.
I've been sent back, until my task is done.
Gandalf.
Gandalf?
Yes.
That was what they used to call me.
Gandalf the Grey.
That was my name. | ๋ ๋ค์ ์๋ช
์ ๋๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ
๋ด๊ฐ ๋์์จ ๊ฑด... ๋ด ์๋ฌด ๋๋ฌธ์ด์ผ
๊ฐ๋ฌํ
๊ฐ๋ฌํ?
๊ทธ๋
๋ชจ๋๋ค ๋๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ถ๋ ์์ง
ํ์์ ๋ง๋ฒ์ฌ, ๊ฐ๋ฌํ
๊ทธ๊ฒ ๋ด ์ด๋ฆ์ด์์ด |
Gandalf.
I am Gandalf the White.
And I come back to you now...
at the turn of the tide.
One stage of your journey is over. Another begins. | ๊ฐ๋ฌํ
์ด์ ๋ฐฑ์์ ๋ง๋ฒ์ฌ ๊ฐ๋ฌํ์ผ
์ค๋ํ ๋ณํ์ ์๊ฐ์...
๋ด๊ฐ ๋์์จ ๊ฑฐ์ง
์ด์ ์์ ์ ์๋ก์ด ๋จ๊ณ๊ฐ ์์๋๋ค |
War has come to Rohan. We must ride to Edoras with all speed.
That is one of the Mearas, unless my eyes are cheated by some spell.
Shadowfax.
He is the lord of all horses... | ๋กํ์ด ์ํ๋ก์ ์๋๋ผ์ค๋ก ๊ฐ์ผ๋ง ํด
๋ฉ์๋ผ์ค ์ข
์ ๋ช
๋ง์ผ ๋ด ๋์ด ๋ง๋ฒ์ ํ๋ฆฐ ๊ฒ ์๋๋ผ๋ฉด ๋ง์ด์ผ
์๋์ฐํฉ์ค
๋ช
๋ง ์ค์์ ์ต๊ณ ์ ๋ช
๋ง์ง |
and has been my friend through many dangers.
My home lies deep in the forest near the roots of the mountain.
I told Gandalf I would keep you safe. | ๋ง์ ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ํจ๊ปํ ๋ด ๋ ๋ ํ ์น๊ตฌ์ด๊ธฐ๋ ํด
๋ด ์ง์ ๊น์ ์ฒ ์์ ์์ด ์ฐ์ ๋ฟ๋ฆฌ ๊ทผ์ฒ์ ๋ง์ด์ผ
๋ํฌ๋ฅผ ์ ์ง์ผ์ฃผ๊ฒ ๋ค๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฌํ์ ์ฝ์ํ์ด |
And safe is where I'll keep you.
The trees have grown wild and dangerous.
Anger festers in their hearts.
They will harm you if they can.
There are too few of us now. | ๋ด๊ฐ ์ง์ผ์ฃผ๋ฉด ์ด๋๋ ์์ ํด
๋๋ฌด๋ค์ด ์๋ผ๋ฉด์ ๊ฑฐ์น ๊ณ ์ฌ๋์์ก์ด
๊ทธ๋ค์ ๊ฐ์ด์ ๋ถ๋
ธ๋ก ๊ณช์์
๋ํฌ๋ฅผ ํด์น๋ ค ํ ์๋ ์์ด
์ด์ ๋ช ๋ช
๋จ์ง๋ ์์์ง |
Too few of us Ents left to manage them.
The Black Gate of Mordor.
My old Gaffer would have a thing or two to say if he could see us now.
Master says to show him the way into Mordor. | ๋๋ฌด๋ค์ ์ด๋์ด ์ค ์ํธ๊ฐ ๋ณ๋ก ์์ด
๋ชจ๋ฅด๋๋ฅด์ ๊ฒ์ ๋ฌธ
์ถฉ๊ณ ํด ์ค ์๋ฒ์ง๋ ๊ณ์ ์ ๊ณ์๋๋ฐ
๋ชจ๋ฅด๋๋ฅด๋ก ๊ฐ๋ ๊ธธ์ ์๋ดํ๋ฌ์ฃ ? |
So good Smeagol does, master says so.
I did.
That's it, then.
We can't get past that.
The gate.
It's opening!
I can see a way down.
Sam, no! | ์ค๋ฏธ๊ณจ์ ์ฃผ์ธ๋์ ๋ถ๋ถ๋๋ก ํ์ด์
๊ทธ๋
๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ ๋์ฅ์ด์์
์ด์์๋ ํต๊ณผ ๋ชปํด์
๋ฌธ!
๋ฌธ์ด ์ด๋ ค์!
๋ด๋ ค๊ฐ๋ ๊ธธ์ด ๋ณด์ฌ์
์, ์ ๋ผ! |
Master!
I do not ask you to come with me, Sam. I know, Mr. Frodo.
I doubt even these Elvish cloaks will hide us in there.
No! No, master!
They catch you! They catch you! | ์ฃผ์ธ๋!
๊ฐ์ํ์ง ์์๊ฒ, ์ ์์์
๋งํ ๊ฐ ์ ๊ธฐ์๋ ์ฐ๋ฆด ์จ๊ฒจ์ค๊น์?
์ ๋ฉ๋๋ค, ์ฃผ์ธ๋!
๊ทธ๋คํํ
์กํ์! ๋๋คํํ
์กํ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ ์! |
Don't take it to him.
He wants the precious.
Always he is looking for it.
And the precious is wanting to go back to him.
But we mustn't let him have it. | ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ ธ๊ฐ๋ฉด ์ ๋ฉ๋๋ค
๊ทธ๋ ๋ณด๋ฌผ์ ์ํด์
์ธ์ ๋ ๋ฐ์ง๋ฅผ ๋
ธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์ด์
๋ฐ์ง๋ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋๋์๊ฐ๊ธธ ์ํด์
๊ทธ๊ฐ ์ฐจ์งํ๊ฒ ๋๋๋ฉด ์ ๋ฉ๋๋ค |
No! There's another way.
Why haven't you spoken of this before? Because master did not ask.
He's up to something.
Are you saying there's another way into Mordor? | ์ ๋ผ์! ๋ค๋ฅธ ๊ธธ์ด ์์ด์
์ ๋ฏธ๋ฆฌ ๋ง ์ ํ์ด? ์ฃผ์ธ๋๊ป์ ์ ๋ฌผ์ด๋ดค์์์
์ด๊ฑด ์์์์์
๋ชจ๋ฅด๋๋ฅด๋ก ๊ฐ๋ ๋ด ์ง์
๋ก๊ฐ ์๋ค๊ณ ? |
Yes. There's a path, and some stairs.
He's led us this far, Sam.
Mr. Frodo, no.
He's been true to his word.
No.
Lead the way, Smeagol.
Good Smeagol always helps. | ๋ค, ์ข๋ค๋ ๊ธธ๊ณผ... ์ธต๊ณ๋ค๋ก ๋์ด ์์ฃ
์ฐ๋ฆด ์ด ๋จผ ๊ณณ๊น์ง ์๋ดํด์คฌ์์
๋ฏฟ์ผ๋ฉด ์ ๋ฉ๋๋ค
์ฝ์์ ์ง์ผฐ์ด
์ ๋ผ์
๊ณ์ ์๋ดํด, ์ค๋ฏธ๊ณจ
์ฐฉํ ์ค๋ฏธ๊ณจ์ ์ธ์ ๋ ๋์๋๋ ค์ |
Edoras and the Golden Hall of Meduseld.
There dwells Theoden, King of Rohan, whose mind is overthrown.
Saruman's hold over King Theoden is now very strong.
My lord, your son... | ์๋๋ผ์ค์ ๋ฉ๋์
๋์ ํฉ๊ธ ๊ถ์ ์ด์ผ
๋กํ์ ์, ์ธ์ค๋ด์ ๊ถ๊ถ์ด์ง ๊ทธ๋ ์ฌ๋ฃจ๋ง์๊ฒ ํ๋จ๋ ฅ์ ๋นผ์๊ฒผ์ด
๊ทธ๊ฐ ์์ ์ง๋ฐฐํ๋ ์๋ ฅ์ ๋ง๊ฐํด
์ ํ, ์๋๋๊ป์... |
My lord?
Uncle?
Will you not go to him?
Will you do nothing?
Be careful what you say.
Do not look for welcome here.
Oh, he must have died sometime in the night. | ์ ํ?
์๋ถ๋?
์์๋๊ป ์ ๊ฐ๋ณด์ค ๊ฑด๊ฐ์?
์ด๋ฌ์๊ณ ๋ง ๊ณ์ค ๊ฑฐ์์?
๋ง์ ์กฐ์ฌํด์ ํ๋๋ก
์์๋ก ๋ฐ๊ฒจ์ฃผ๊ธธ ๊ธฐ๋ํ์ง ๋ง๊ฒ๋
ํ๋ฐค์ค์ ์จ์ด ๋์ด์ก๋ ๋ณด๊ตฐ์ |
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