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What a tragedy for the king to lose his only son and heir. I understand. His passing is hard to accept. Especially now that your brother has deserted you.
์ „ํ•˜๊ป˜๋Š” ๋น„๊ทน์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ํ•˜๋‚˜๋ฟ์ธ ์•„๋“ค์ด์ž ํ›„๊ณ„์ž๋ฅผ ์žƒ์—ˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ ๋ง์ด์ฃ  ๋งŽ์ด ๊ดด๋กœ์šฐ์‹œ๊ฒ ๊ตฐ์š” ์˜ค๋น ๋งˆ์ € ๊ทธ๋Œ€๋ฅผ ์ €๋ฒ„๋ ธ์œผ๋‹ˆ...
Leave me alone, snake! Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you've spoken to the darkness... in the bitter watches of the night... when all your life seems to shrink.
๋‚  ํ˜ผ์ž ๋‚ด๋ฒ„๋ ค ๋‘ฌ์š”, ๋…์‚ฌ ๊ฐ™์œผ๋‹ˆ! ์ด๋ฏธ ํ˜ผ์ž๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋˜๊ฐ€? ์˜ค์—ดํ•˜๋Š” ๊ทธ๋Œ€๋ฅผ ๋ˆ„๊ฐ€ ์œ„๋กœํ•ด์ฃผ์ง€? ๋ฐค์€ ๋„ ์‹ธ๋Š˜ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ์‹œํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๊ณ  ํ™”๋ คํ–ˆ๋˜ ๊ทธ๋Œ€์˜ ์ธ์ƒ์€ ๋ฌด์ฒ™์ด๋‚˜ ์ดˆ๋ผํ•˜๋„๋‹ค
The walls of your bower closing in about you. A hutch to trammel some wild thing in. Like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill. Your words are poison.
์นจ์‹ค์˜ ๋ฒฝ๋“ค์€ ๊ทธ๋Œ€์˜ ์ˆจํ†ต์„ ํ‹€์–ด๋ง‰๊ณ  ์ž์œ ๋ฅผ ๊ฟˆ๊พธ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋Œ€๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๊ธˆํ•˜์ง€ ๊ฒจ์šธ์˜ ๋ƒ‰๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ํ„ธ์–ด๋‚ด์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ•œ ๋ด„๋‚ ์˜ ์ƒˆ๋ฒฝ ๊ฐ™์€ ๊ทธ๋Œ€์—ฌ ๋‹น์‹ ์ด ๋ฑ‰๋Š” ๋ง์€ ์ „๋ถ€ ๋…์ด์•ผ
You'll find more cheer in a graveyard. Ah. I cannot allow you before Theoden King so armed, Gandalf Greyhame. By order of Grima Wormtongue. Your staff.
์ฐจ๋ผ๋ฆฌ ์†ก์žฅ๋“ค์ด ๋” ๋ฐ˜๊ฒจ์ฃผ๊ฒ ๊ตฌ๋จผ ํšŒ์ƒ‰์˜ ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„, ๋ฌด์žฅํ•œ ์ƒํƒœ๋ก  ๋ชจ์…”๊ฐˆ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๋งˆ๋‹˜์˜ ๋ช…๋ น์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ์ง€ํŒก์ด๋„ ์ฃผ์‹œ์ฃ 
You would not part an old man from his walking stick. My lord, Gandalf the Grey is coming. He's a herald of woe. The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, Theoden King. He's not welcome.
๋Š™์€์ด์˜ ์ž‘๋Œ€๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ญ์—๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ์“ฐ๊ฒŒ? ํšŒ์ƒ‰์˜ ๋งˆ๋ฒ•์‚ฌ ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„๊ฐ€ ์•Œํ˜„์„ ์ฒญํ•˜์˜ต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ์žฌ์•™์˜ ๋ถˆ์”จ์ฃ  ์™•๊ถ์˜ ๊ธฐ๊ฐ•์ด ๋ฌด์ฒ™์ด๋‚˜ ํ’€์–ด์กŒ์†Œ์ด๋‹ค ์„ธ์˜ค๋ด ์™•์ด์—ฌ ๋ถˆ์ฒญ๊ฐ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค
Why should I welcome you Gandalf Stormcrow? A just question, my liege. Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear. Lathspell I name him. Ill news is an ill guest. Be silent. Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth.
๋‹น์‹ ์„ ์™œ ํ™˜์˜ํ•ด์•ผ ํ•˜์˜ค? ํ™”๊ทผ์˜ ๋ถˆ์”จ, ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„? ํƒ€๋‹นํ•œ ์งˆ๋ฌธ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๋งˆ๋ฒ•์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜ํƒ€๋‚  ์‹œ๊ฐ„์œผ๋กœ๋Š” ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋Šฆ์—ˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ์‚ฌ๋ฃŒ๋˜์˜ค๋งŒ ๋ผ์Šค์ŠคํŽ  ์–‘๋ฐ˜ ๋ถˆ๊ธธํ•œ ์†Œ์‹์€ ๊ณง ๋ถˆ์ฒญ๊ฐ์ด์˜ค ๊ทธ ๊ตํ™œํ•œ ํ˜“๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์„ ๋†€๋ฆฌ์ง€ ๋ง๋ ธ๋‹ค
I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm. His staff. I told you to take the wizard's staff. Theoden, son of Thengel, too long have you sat in the Shadows.
๋„ค ๋†ˆ์˜ ๊ตํ™œํ•œ ๊ฑฐ์ง“๋ง์ด๋‚˜ ๋“ฃ๊ฒ ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋ถˆ๊ธธ ์†์˜ ์‚ฌ์„ ์„ ๋„˜์–ด์˜จ ๊ฒŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๋†ˆ์˜ ์ง€ํŒก์ด ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋งˆ๋ฒ•์‚ฌ์˜ ์ง€ํŒก์ด๋ฅผ ์••์ˆ˜ํ•˜๋žฌ์ž–์•„! ์–ด๋‘ ์˜ ์„ธ๊ณ„์— ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์˜ค๋ž˜ ๊ฐ‡ํ˜€๊ณ„์…จ๊ตฐ์š”
I would stay still if I were you. Hearken to me! I release you from the spell. You have no power here, Gandalf the Grey. I will draw you, Saruman, as poison is drawn from a wound.
๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋„ˆ๋ผ๋ฉด ์ฃฝ์€ ๋“ฏ์ด ์žˆ๊ฒ ์–ด ๋˜‘๋˜‘ํžˆ ๋“ค์œผ์‹œ์˜ค! ๋‹น์‹ ํ•œํ…Œ ์”Œ์šด... ๋งˆ๋ฒ•์„ ํ’€์–ด์ฃผ๋ฆฌ๋‹ค ์ž๋„ค ํž˜์œผ๋ก  ์–ด๋ฆผ์—†์†Œ ํšŒ์ƒ‰์˜ ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„ ์ƒ์ฒ˜์—์„œ ๋…์„ ๋ฝ‘๋“ฏ์ด ์‚ฌ๋ฃจ๋งŒ, ๋„ ๋ฝ‘์•„๋‚ด๊ฒ ๋‹ค
Wait. If I go, Theoden dies. You did not kill me, you will not kill him. Rohan is mine. Be gone. I know your face. Eowyn. Eowyn. Gandalf?
๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ ค์š” ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋–ผ์–ด๋‚ด๋ฉด ์„ธ์˜ค๋ด์€ ์ฃฝ๋Š”๋‹ค ๋„Œ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์ฃฝ์ด์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๊ณ  ์™•์„ ์ฃฝ์ผ ์ˆ˜๋„ ์—†์–ด ๋กœํ•œ์€ ๋‚ด ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค ์‚ฌ๋ผ์ ธ๋ผ! ์ด์ œ์•ผ ๋„ ์•Œ์•„๋ณด๊ฒ ๊ตฌ๋‚˜ ์—์˜ค์œˆ ์—์˜ค์œˆ ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„?
Breathe the free air again, my friend. Dark have been my dreams of late. Your fingers would remember their old strength better if they grasped your sword.
๋‚ด ์นœ๊ตฌ์—ฌ, ๋‹น์‹ ์€ ์ด์ œ ์ž์œ ๋กœ์šด ๋ชธ์ด์š” ์•…์ด ๋‚ด ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์†์„ ์ง€๋ฐฐํ–ˆ์—ˆ์†Œ ๊ฒ€์„ ๊ฑฐ๋จธ์ฅ๋ฉด ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ์†๊ฐ€๋ฝ์ด ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ์˜› ํž˜์„ ๋ฐ˜๋“œ์‹œ ๊ธฐ์–ตํ•ด๋‚ผ ๊ฑฐ์š”
I've only... ...ever served you, my lord. Your leechcraft would have had me crawling on all fours like a beast! Send me not from your sight. No, my lord! No, my lord.
์ €๋Š” ์˜ค๋กœ์ง€... ์ „ํ•˜๋ฅผ ์„ฌ๊ฒผ์„ ๋ฟ์ด์˜ต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๋„ˆ์˜ ์˜์ˆ ์€ ์ง์„ ์ง์Šน์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๊ฑท๋„๋ก ๋งŒ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด! ๋ถ€๋”” ์ ˆ ๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ์ง€ ๋งˆ์˜ต์†Œ์„œ ์ง„์ •ํ•˜์‹ญ์‹œ์˜ค, ์ „ํ•˜!
Let him go. Enough blood has been spilt on his account. Get out of my way! Hail, Theoden King! Where is Theodred? Where is my son? Simbelmyne.
๋†“์•„์ฃผ์‹ญ์‹œ์˜ค ๋†ˆ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ๋ณธ ํ”ผ๋กœ ์ถฉ๋ถ„ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ์ €๋ฆฌ ๋น„์ผœ! ์„ธ์˜ค๋ด ์™• ๋งŒ์„ธ! ์„ธ์˜ค๋“œ๋ ˆ๋“œ๋Š” ์–ด๋”” ์žˆ๋‚˜? ๋‚ด ์•„๋“ค์€ ์–ด๋”” ์žˆ์–ด? ์‹ฌ๋ฒจ๋ฎˆ๋„ค
Ever has it grown on the tombs of my forebearers. Now it shall cover the grave of my son. Alas that these evil days should be mine. The young perish and the old linger.
์กฐ์ƒ๋“ค ๋ด‰๋ถ„์— ํ”ผ์—ˆ๋˜ ๊ฝƒ์ด์˜ค ์ด์   ๋‚ด ์•„๋“ค์˜ ๋ฌ˜๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์‹ธ๊ฒ ๊ตฐ์š” ๋‚ด ์ƒ์ „์— ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์•…์ด ์ฐฝ๊ถํ•˜๋‹ค๋‹ˆ ์ Š์€์ด๋Š” ์ฃฝ๊ณ  ๋Š™์€์ด๋งŒ ๋‚จ์•˜๊ตฐ์š”
That I should live to see the last days of my house. Theodred's death was not of your making. No parent should have to bury their child. He was strong in life. His spirit will find its way to the halls of your fathers.
์ด์ œ ๋กœํ•œ์„ ํ†ต์น˜ํ•  ํ•์ค„์ด ๋Š๊ฒผ์œผ๋‹ˆ ํ†ตํƒ„ํ•  ํ˜„์‹ค์ด์˜ค ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ๊ณผ์˜ค๋กœ ์ฃฝ์€ ๊ฒŒ ์•„๋‹™๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋ถ€๋ชจ๊ฐ€ ์ž์‹์„ ๋ฌป์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๊ฒ ์†Œ ์šฉ๊ฐํ–ˆ๋˜ ๊ทธ์˜ ์˜ํ˜ผ์€ ํ‹€๋ฆผ์—†์ด ์„ ์กฐ์˜ ์ „๋‹น์—์„œ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ํ•  ๊ฒ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค
They had no warning. They were unarmed. Now the Wild Men are moving through the Westfold, burning as they go. Rick, cot and tree. Where is Mama? Shh.
๋ฐฑ์„ฑ๋“ค์€ ๋ฌด๋ฐฉ๋น„ ์ƒํƒœ์˜€์–ด์š” ๋ฌด์žฅ๋„ ์•ˆ ํ–ˆ์—ˆ๊ณ ์š” ์•ผ๋งŒ์ธ๋“ค์ด ๋งˆ๊ตฌ ๋ถˆํƒœ์šฐ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Œ€์š” ๊ฑด์ดˆ, ์นจ๋Œ€, ๋‚˜๋ฌด ์—„๋งˆ๋Š” ์–ด๋”จ์–ด์š”?
This is but a taste of the terror that Saruman will unleash. All the more potent for he is driven now by fear of Sauron. Ride out and meet him head-on. Draw him away from your women and children.
์‚ฌ๋ฃจ๋งŒ์˜ ์œ„ํ˜‘์น˜๊ณค ์‹œ์ž‘์— ๋ถˆ๊ณผํ•ด์š” ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๋‘๋ ค์›€์œผ๋กœ ๋” ๊ฐ•ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋‚˜์˜ฌ ๊ฒ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๋†ˆ๊ณผ ์ •๋ฉด์œผ๋กœ ๋งž์„œ์‹œ์˜ค ๋†ˆ์—๊ฒŒ์„œ ์—ฌ์ž์™€ ์• ๋“ค์„ ์ง€์ผœ์•ผ๋งŒ ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค
You must fight. You have 2000 good men riding north as we speak. Eomer is loyal to you. His men will return and fight for their king. They will be 300 leagues from here by now. Eomer cannot help us. I know what it is you want of me but I will not bring further death to my people. I will not risk open war.
๋ฐ˜๋“œ์‹œ ์‹ธ์›Œ์•ผ ํ•˜์˜ค ์šฐ์ˆ˜ ๋ณ‘๋ ฅ 2์ฒœ ๋ช…์ด ํ˜„์žฌ ๋ถ์ง„ ์ค‘์ด์—์š” ์—์˜ค๋ฉ”๋ฅด๋Š” ์ถฉ๋ณต์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๊ตญ์™•์„ ์œ„ํ•ด ๊ธฐ๊บผ์ด ์‹ธ์šธ ๊ฒ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ์—ฌ๊ธฐ์„œ 1500km ๋–จ์–ด์ ธ ์žˆ์†Œ ๊ทธ๋Š” ์šฐ๋ฆด ๋•์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜์˜ค ๋‹น์‹  ๋œป์€ ์•Œ์ง€๋งŒ... ๋” ์ด์ƒ ๋ฐฑ์„ฑ๋“ค์„ ํฌ์ƒ์‹œํ‚ฌ ์ˆœ ์—†์†Œ ์ „๋ฉด์ „์€ ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด์˜ค
Open war is upon you, whether you would risk it or not. When last I looked Theoden, not Aragorn, was king of Rohan. Then what is the king's decision?
์›ํ•˜๋“  ์›ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š๋“  ํ”ผํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ์ „์Ÿ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๋กœํ•œ์˜ ํ†ต์น˜์ž๋Š”... ์•„๋ผ๊ณค์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ ์„ธ์˜ค๋ด์ด์˜ค ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ๊ตญ์™•์˜ ๊ฒฐ์ •์€ ๋ฌด์—‡์ด์˜ค?
By order of the king the city must empty. We make for the refuge of Helm's Deep. Do not burden yourself with treasures. Take only what provisions you need.
์™•๋ช…์ด๋‹ค ๋ชจ๋‘ ๋„์‹œ๋ฅผ ๋– ๋‚˜๋ผ ํ—ฌ๋ฆ„ ํ˜‘๊ณก์œผ๋กœ ๋Œ€ํ”ผํ•œ๋‹ค ์ง ๋˜๋Š” ๊ท€์ค‘ํ’ˆ์€ ๋‘๊ณ  ํ•„์š” ์–‘์‹๋งŒ ์ฑ™๊ฒจ๋ผ
Helm's Deep. They flee to the mountains when they should stand and fight. Who will defend them if not their king? He's only doing what he thinks is best for his people. Helm's Deep has saved them in the past.
ํ—ฌ๋ฆ„ ํ˜‘๊ณก ๋Œ€์‘ํ•ด์•ผ ํ•  ์ˆœ๊ฐ„์— ์‚ฐ์œผ๋กœ ๋„๋ง์น˜๋‹ค๋‹ˆ ๊ทธ ์‚ฌ์ด ๋ฐฑ์„ฑ๋“ค์€ ๋ˆ„๊ฐ€ ์ง€ํ‚ค์ง€? ์™•์€ ์˜›๋‚ ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋ฐฑ์„ฑ๋“ค์„ ๊ตฌํ•˜๋ ค๊ณ  ํ˜‘๊ณก์„ ํƒํ•œ ๊ฒ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค
There is no way out of that ravine. Theoden is walking into a trap. He thinks he's leading them to safety. What they will get is a massacre. Theoden has a strong will, but I fear for him. I fear for the survival of Rohan. He will need you before the end, Aragorn. The people of Rohan will need you.
๊ฑฐ๊ธด ๋ง‰๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๊ณณ์ด์•ผ ํ˜น์‹œ ๋ฌด๋ค์„ ํŒŒ๋Š” ๊ฒฉ์€ ์•„๋‹๊นŒ? ์•ˆ์ „ํ•  ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋Š” ์ฐฉ๊ฐ์—์„œ ๋ง์ด์•ผ ๋Œ€๊ทœ๋ชจ ํ•™์‚ด์ด ๋  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ๊ฐ•ํ•œ ์™•์ด์ง€๋งŒ ์‹ฌํžˆ ๊ฑฑ์ •๋˜๋Š”๊ตฐ ๋กœํ•œ์˜ ์šด๋ช…์ด ๊ฑฑ์ •์Šค๋Ÿฌ์›Œ ์•„๋ผ๊ณค, ์ „์Ÿ์ด ๋๋‚˜๊ธฐ ์ „์— ์™•๊ณผ ๋กœํ•œ์˜ ๋ฐฑ์„ฑ๋“ค์€ ์ž๋„ค๊ฐ€ ํ•„์š”ํ•  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ
The defenses have to hold. They will hold. The Grey Pilgrim. That's what they used to call me. Three hundred lives of Men I've walked this earth, and now I have no time. With luck, my search will not be in vain. Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the east.
์‚ฌ๋ฃจ๋งŒ์˜ ์นจ๋žต์„ ๊ผญ ๋ง‰์•„์•ผ ํ•ด ๊ผญ ๋ง‰์•„๋‚ผ ๊ฒ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ํšŒ์ƒ‰์˜ ์ˆœ๋ก€์ž ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์€ ๋‚  ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ๋„ ๋ถˆ๋ €์—ˆ์ง€ 3๋ฐฑ ๋ช…์˜ ์ธ๊ฐ„๊ณผ ๋ฒ„๊ธˆ๊ฐ€๋Š” ์ˆ˜๋ช…์„ ์‚ด์•˜๊ฑด๋งŒ ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด ์ด‰๋ฐ•ํ•˜๊ตฐ ๋‚œ ์—์˜ค๋ฉ”๋ฅด์˜ ๊ตฐ๋Œ€๋ฅผ ๋ฐ˜๋“œ์‹œ ์ฐพ์„ ํ…Œ๋‹ˆ 5์ผ์งธ ์•„์นจ์— ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๊ฒŒ ํ•ด๋œฐ ๋ฌด๋ ต ๋™์ชฝ์„ ๋ณด๊ฒŒ๋‚˜
Go. You have some skill with a blade. Those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain. What do you fear, my lady?
๋– ๋‚˜์„ธ์š” ๊ฒ€์ˆ ์ด ๋›ฐ์–ด๋‚˜๊ตฐ์š” ๊ฒ€์ด ์—†๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋„ ๊ฒ€ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ์ฃฝ๊ฑฐ๋“ ์š” ์ฃฝ์Œ๋„ ๊ณ ํ†ต๋„ ์ „ ๋‘๋ ต์ง€ ์•Š์•„์š” ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ๋ญ๊ฐ€ ๋‘๋ ต์ฃ ?
A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them. And all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire. I do not think that would be your fate.
๊ฐ‡ํ˜€์žˆ๋Š” ์‹ ์„ธ ๊ธฐ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋–จ์น˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๋Š” ์ƒํ™ฉ๊ณผ ์˜์ง€์™€ ๋ฌด๊ด€ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์‹œ๋“œ๋Š” ์ €์˜ ์šฉ๋งน์ด์š” ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ์šด๋ช…์€ ์‹œ๋“ค์ง€ ์•Š์•„์š”
Theoden will not stay at Edoras. It's vulnerable. He knows this. He will expect an attack on the city. They will flee to Helm's Deep the great fortress of Rohan.
์„ธ์˜ค๋ด์€ ์—๋„๋ผ์Šค์— ๋จธ๋ฌผ์ง€ ์•Š์„ ๊ฒ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๊ฑฐ๊ธด ์œ„ํ—˜ํ•˜๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฑธ ๊ทธ๋„ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด์š” ๋„์‹œ๋ฅผ ์น  ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฑธ ์˜ˆ์ƒํ•  ๊ฒ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๋†ˆ๋“ค์€ ๋กœํ•œ์˜ ๊ฑฐ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒฝ์ธ ํ—ฌ๋ฆ„ ํ˜‘๊ณก์œผ๋กœ ๋„๋ง์น  ๊ฒ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค
It is a dangerous road to take through the mountains. They will be slow. They will have women and children with them. Send out your Warg-riders.
์‚ฐ์„ ํ†ต๊ณผํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑด ์œ„ํ—˜ํ•œ๋ฐ ๋ง์ด์ฃ  ์ด๋™๋„ ๋А๋ฆฌ๊ฑฐ๋‹ˆ์™€... ์—ฌ์ž์™€ ์• ๋“ค๋„ ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ฐˆ ๊ฒ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๋Š‘๋Œ€๋ถ€๋Œ€๋ฅผ ํˆฌ์ž…ํ•˜๋ผ
Hey, stinker, don't go getting too far ahead. Why do you do that? What? Call him names. Run him down all the time. Because. Because that's what he is, Mr. Frodo.
์ฉ์€ ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋…€์„์•„ ํ˜ผ์ž ์•ž์งˆ๋Ÿฌ ๊ฐ€์ง€ ๋งˆ ์™œ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋Œ€ํ•ด? ๋ญ˜์š”? ๋ณ„๋ช…์„ ๋ถ€๋ฅด๋ฉด์„œ ๊ณ„์†ํ•ด์„œ ๋ง‰ ๋Œ€ํ•˜์ž–์•„ ๊ทธ์•ผ... ์ฉ์€ ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜๋‹ˆ๊นŒ์š”
There's naught left in him but lies and deceit. It's the Ring he wants. It's all he cares about. You have no idea what it did to him... I want to help him, Sam. Why?
๊ฑฐ์ง“๋ง๊ณผ ์†์ž„์ˆ˜์˜ ์•…์ทจ ๋†ˆ์˜ ๊ด€์‹ฌ์€ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฟ์ด์—์š” ๊ทธ๊ฑด ๋ฐ˜์ง€๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ์—๊ฒŒ ์–ด๋–ค ์ง“์„ ํ–ˆ์œผ๋ฉฐ ๋„์™€์ฃผ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด, ์ƒ˜ ์™œ์ฃ ?
Because I have to believe he can come back. You can't save him, Mr. Frodo. What do you know about it? Nothing! I'm sorry, Sam. I don't know why I said that.
๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์˜› ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ์ฐพ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋ฏฟ์–ด์•ผ๋งŒ ํ•˜๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ๊ตฌํ•ด์ค„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด์š” ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋ญ˜ ์•ˆ๋‹ค๊ณ ? ๋„Œ ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ๋ชฐ๋ผ ๋ฏธ์•ˆํ•ด, ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์™œ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋ง์„ ํ–ˆ๋Š”์ง€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์–ด
I do. It's the Ring. You can't take your eyes off it. I've seen you. You're not eating. You barely sleep. It's taken hold of you, Mr. Frodo.
์ „ ์•Œ์•„์š” ๊ทธ ๋ฐ˜์ง€ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ด์—์š” ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋—„ ์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์—†์ฃ ? ์ „ ๋ด์„œ ์•Œ์•„์š” ๋จน์ง€๋„ ์•Š๊ณ  ์ฃผ๋ฌด์‹œ์ง€๋„ ๋ชปํ•˜์ž–์•„์š” ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์กฐ์ข…ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด์š”
You have to fight it. I know what I have to do, Sam. The Ring was entrusted to me. It's my task. Mine! My own! Can't you hear yourself? Don't you know who you sound like?
์œ ํ˜น์„ ์ด๊ฒจ๋‚ด์…”์•ผ ํ•ด์š” ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํ•  ์ผ์ด ๋ญ”์ง€ ์•Œ์•„ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋Š” ๋‚ด๊ฒŒ ๋งก๊ฒจ์ง„ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ๋‚ด ์ž„๋ฌด์ง€ ๋‚˜๋งŒ์˜ ์ž„๋ฌด๋ผ๊ณ ! ์ง€๊ธˆ ๊ทธ ๋ง์„ ์ข€ ๋“ค์–ด๋ด์š” ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ ๊ฐ™์€ ์ง€ ์•Œ์•„์š”?
We wants it. We needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little Hobbitses. Wicked. Tricksy. False. No. Not master.
์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์›ํ•ด ์šฐ๋ฆฐ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ์›ํ•ด ๋ณด๋ฌผ์„ ๊ผญ ๋˜์ฐพ์•„์•ผ ํ•ด ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ์šฐ๋ฆฌํ•œํ…Œ์„œ ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ๋บ์–ด๊ฐ”์–ด ๊ตํ™œํ•œ ์ž‘์€ ํ˜ธ๋น—๋“ค ์‚ฌ์•…ํ•˜๊ณ  ๋น„์—ดํ•œ ์œ„์„ ์ž๋“ค! ์•ˆ ๋ผ! ์ฃผ์ธ๋‹˜์ด์•ผ
Yes, precious. False. They will cheat you, hurt you, lie! Master's my friend. You don't have any friends. Nobody likes you. Not listening. I'm not listening.
์•ˆ ๋˜๊ธด, ๋‚ด ๋ณด๋ฌผ ์œ„์„ ์ž๋“ค์ด์•ผ ๋„ ์†์ด๊ณ  ๊ดด๋กญํž ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ์ฃผ์ธ๋‹˜์€ ๋‚ด ์นœ๊ตฌ์•ผ ๋„Œ ์–ด๋–ค ์นœ๊ตฌ๋„ ์—†์–ด ์•„๋ฌด๋„ ๋„ ์ข‹์•„ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„ ๋ญ๋ผ๋“  ๋‚œ ๋“ฃ์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒ ์–ด
You're a liar and a thief. No. Murderer. Go away. Go away? I hate you. I hate you. Where would you be without me? Gollum. Gollum.
๋„Œ ๊ฑฐ์ง“๋ง์Ÿ์ด๊ณ  ๋„๋‘‘์ด์•ผ ์•„๋ƒ ์‚ด์ธ๋งˆ ๊บผ์ ธ ๊บผ์ง€๋ผ๊ณ ? ๋„ ์ €์ฃผํ•ด ๋„ ์ฆ์˜คํ•ด ๋‚˜ ์—†์ด ์‚ด ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๊ฒ ์–ด? ๊ณจ๋ฃธ, ๊ณจ๋ฃธ!
I saved us. It was me. We survived because of me. Not anymore. What did you say? Master looks after us now. We don't need you. What?
๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ตฌํ–ˆ์–ด ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์‚ด์•„๋‚œ ๊ฑด ์ „๋ถ€ ๋‚ด ๋•๋ถ„์ด์•ผ ๋” ์ด์ƒ์€ ์•„๋ƒ ๋ญ์•ผ? ์ด์   ์ฃผ์ธ๋‹˜์ด ์šฐ๋ฆด ๋ณด์‚ดํŽด์ฃผ์…” ์šฐ๋ฆฐ ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ํ•„์š”ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„ ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ ?
Leave now, and never come back. No. Leave now and never come back. Leave now and never come back! We told him to go away. And away he goes, precious.
๋‹น์žฅ ์‚ฌ๋ผ์ ธ์„œ ๋‹ค์‹œ๋Š” ๋Œ์•„์˜ค์ง€ ๋งˆ ์‹ซ์–ด ์ €๋ฆฌ ๊บผ์ ธ์„œ ๋Œ์•„์˜ค์ง€ ๋ง๋ž€ ๋ง์ด์•ผ ๊บผ์ ธ! ๋‹ค์‹  ์˜ค์ง€ ๋งˆ! ์šฐ๋ฆฐ ๊ณจ๋ฃธํ•œํ…Œ ๋– ๋‚˜๋ผ๊ณ  ํ–ˆ์–ด ๊ทธ๋žฌ๋”๋‹ˆ ๊ฐ€๋ฒ„๋ ธ์–ด
Gone! Gone! Gone! Smeagol is free! Look. Look. See what Smeagol finds? They are young. They are tender. They are nice. Yes, they are. Eat them. Eat them!
๋– ๋‚ฌ์–ด! ์‚ฌ๋ผ์กŒ์–ด! ์Šค๋ฏธ๊ณจ์€ ์ด์ œ ์ž์œ ์•ผ! ๋ณด์„ธ์š” ๋ณด์„ธ์š”, ์Šค๋ฏธ๊ณจ์ด ๋ญ˜ ์žก์•˜๋‚˜ ๋ด์š” ์ƒˆ๋ผ ํ† ๋ผ์˜ˆ์š” ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ณ  ๋ง›์žˆ์–ด์š” ๋ง›์žˆ๊ณ  ๋ง๊ณ ์š” ์–ด์„œ ๋จน์–ด๋ณด์„ธ์š”
There's only one way to eat a brace of coneys. What's it doing? Stupid, fat Hobbit. It ruins it. What's to ruin? There's hardly any meat on them.
์ด๋Ÿฐ ๊ฑด ๋‹ค ๋จน๋Š” ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์ด ์žˆ์–ด ๋ญ ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์ฃ ? ๋ฉ์ฒญํ•œ ๋šฑ๋ณด ํ˜ธ๋น— ๊ณ ๊ธฐ ๋ง› ๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๊ฒ ์–ด์š” ๋ญ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋Š”๋ฐ? ๋ง› ๋ฒ„๋ฆด ๊ณ ๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ๋ถ™์–ด์žˆ๊ธด ํ•ด?
What we need is a few good taters. What's taters, precious? What's taters? Eh? Po-ta-toes. Boil them, mash them, stick them in a stew. Lovely, big, golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish. Even you couldn't say no to that.
๊ฐ์ž๊ฐ€ ์กฐ๊ธˆ๋งŒ ์žˆ์–ด๋„ ์ข‹๊ฒ ์–ด ๊ฐ์ž๋ผ๋‡จ? ๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ๋ญ”๋ฐ์š”? ๊ฐ... ์ž... ์œผ๊นจ๋จน๊ณ , ์ช„๋จน๊ณ , ์‚ถ์•„๋จน๋Š” ๊ฐ์ž ๋ง์ด์•ผ ๋จน์Œ์ง์Šค๋Ÿฐ ํ™ฉ๊ธˆ๋น›์˜ ํฐ ๊ฐ์ž์นฉ์„ ๊ณ๋“ค์ธ ์ƒ์„ ํŠ€๊น€ ๋„ˆ๋„ ๊ฑฐ๋ถ€ํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ•  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ
Oh, yes, we could. Spoil a nice fish. Give it to us raw, and wriggling. You keep nasty chips. You're hopeless. Mr. Frodo? Who are they? Wicked Men. Servants of Sauron.
์ฒœ๋งŒ์— ๋ง์”€ ํŠ€๊ธฐ๋ฉด ์ƒ์„  ๋ง› ๋ฒ„๋ฆฐ๋‹ค๊ณ ์š” ์šฐ๋ฆฐ ํŒ”ํŒ”ํ•œ ํ™œ์–ด๋ฅผ ์‚ฐ์ฑ„๋กœ ์žก์•„๋จน์–ด์š” ๋ง›์—†๋Š” ์นฉ์€ ๋„ˆ๋‚˜ ๋“œ์„ธ์š” ๋งํ•ด์ค˜๋„ ์†Œ์šฉ์—†๊ตฐ ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ? ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์ฃ ? ๊ตํ™œํ•œ ๋†ˆ๋“ค ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์˜ ์ข…๋†ˆ๋“ค์ด์—์š”
They are called to Mordor. The Dark One is gathering all armies to him. it won't be long now. He will soon be ready. Ready to do what? To make his war.
๋ชจ๋ฅด๋„๋ฅด์— ๋ถˆ๋ ค๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š” ๋งˆ์™•์ด ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ตฐ๋Œ€๋ฅผ ์†Œ์ง‘ํ–ˆ์–ด์š” ๋จธ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์–ด์š” ์ค€๋น„๊ฐ€ ๋‹ค ๋ผ๊ฐ€์š” ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ค€๋น„? ์ „์Ÿ!
The last war that will cover all the world in Shadow. We've got to get moving. Come on, Sam. Mr. Frodo. Look. It's an oliphaunt. No one at home will believe this.
์˜จ ์„ธ์ƒ์„ ์•”ํ‘์œผ๋กœ ๋ฎ์„ ์ตœํ›„์˜ ์ „์Ÿ ์„œ๋‘˜๋Ÿฌ์•ผ ํ•ด, ๊ฐ€์ž, ์ƒ˜ ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ ์ €๊ฑธ ๋ณด์„ธ์š” ์˜ฌ๋ฆฌํฐํŠธ์˜ˆ์š” ๊ณ ํ–ฅ์— ๊ฐ€์„œ ์ €๊ฑธ ๋ดค๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•˜๋ฉด ๋ฏฟ์–ด์ค„๊นŒ์š”?
Smeagol? We've lingered here too long. Come on, Sam. Bind their hands. It's true, you don't see many Dwarf women. And in fact, they are so alike in voice and appearance that they're often mistaken for Dwarf men.
์Šค๋ฏธ๊ณจ? ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์˜ค๋ž˜ ์„œ์„ฑ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๊ตฌ๋‚˜ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์™€, ์ƒ˜ ๊ฒฐ๋ฐ•ํ•˜๋ผ! ์—ฌ์ž ๋‚œ์Ÿ์ด๋Š” ๋ณ„๋กœ ๋ชป ๋ดค์ฃ ? ๋‚œ์Ÿ์ด๋“ค์€ ์Œ์„ฑ๊ณผ ์™ธ๋ชจ๊ฐ€ ๋น„์Šทํ•ด์„œ ์—ฌ์ž๋„ ๋‚จ์ž๋กœ ์ž์ฃผ ์˜คํ•ด ๋ฐ›์•„์š”
It's the beards. It's all right. Nobody panic. That was deliberate. It was deliberate. The light of the Evenstar does not wax and wane. It is mine to give to whom I will.
์ˆ˜์—ผ ์–˜๊ธฐ์˜ˆ์š” ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์•„์š”, ๊ฑฑ์ • ๋งˆ์„ธ์š” ์ผ๋ถ€๋Ÿฌ ๋–จ์–ด์ ธ ๋ณธ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š” ์ด๋ธ์Šคํƒ€์˜ ๋น›์€ ๋ณ€ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„์š” ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜๋Š” ๋ถ„๊ป˜๋งŒ ๋“œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์ง•ํ‘œ์ฃ 
Go to sleep. I am asleep. This is a dream. Then it is a good dream. Sleep. You told me once... this day would come. This is not the end... it is the beginning.
์ฃผ๋ฌด์„ธ์š” ์ž ์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ์†Œ ์ด๊ฑด ๋ถ„๋ช… ๊ฟˆ์ด ๋งž๊ฒ ์ฃ ? ์ข‹์€ ๊ฟˆ์ผ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š” ์ฃผ๋ฌด์„ธ์š” ์–ธ์  ๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ ๊ทธ๋žฌ์—ˆ์ฃ ? ์ด๋Ÿฐ ๋‚ ์ด ๊ผญ ์˜ฌ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ  ์ด๊ฑด ๋์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ ์‹œ์ž‘์ด์—์š”
You must go with Frodo. That is your path. My path is hidden from me. It is already laid before your feet. You cannot falter now. Arwen... If you trust nothing else... You have a chance for another life...
ํ”„๋กœ๋„์™€ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ๋– ๋‚˜์…”์•ผ ๋ผ์š” ๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ์šด๋ช…์ด์—์š” ๋‚ด ์šด๋ช…์„ ์ œ๋Œ€๋กœ ๋ณผ ์ˆ˜๋งŒ ์žˆ๋‹ค๋ฉด... ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ์šด๋ช…์€ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ •ํ•ด์กŒ์–ด์š” ๋ถ€๋”” ์šฉ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์žƒ์œผ์‹œ๋ฉด ์•ˆ ๋ผ์š” ์•„๋ฅด์›ฌ ๊ทธ ๋ฌด์—‡๋„ ๋ฏฟ์ง€ ์•Š๋”๋ผ๋„ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ์˜ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘๋„ ๋ฏฟ์œผ์„ธ์š”
Where is she? The woman who gave you that jewel. Arwen's time is ending. Let her go. Let her take the ship into the west. Let her bear away her love for you to the Undying Lands. There it will be ever green.
๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์˜ˆ์š”? ๊ทธ ๋ชฉ๊ฑธ์ด๋ฅผ ์„ ๋ฌผํ•˜์‹  ๋ถ„ ์•„๋ฅด์›ฌ์˜ ์‹œ๊ฐ„๋„ ๋จธ์ž–์•„ ๋๋‚  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ์žŠ๊ฒŒ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ๋– ๋‚˜๋„๋ก ๋‚ด๋ฒ„๋ ค ๋‘ฌ ์˜์ƒ๋ถˆ๋ฉธ์˜ ๋•…์— ์ž๋„ค์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์„ ์•ˆ๊ณ  ๊ฐ€์„œ ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์„ ์ถ”์–ต์œผ๋กœ๋งŒ ๊ฐ„์งํ•˜๋„๋ก ๋ง์ด์•ผ
But never more than memory. I will not leave my daughter here to die. She stays because she still has hope. She stays for you. She belongs with her people.
์ถ”์–ตํ•˜๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•œ ๊ฒŒ ์•„๋‹™๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๋‚ด ๋”ธ์„ ์—ฌ๊ธฐ์„œ ์ฃฝ๋„๋ก ๋‚ด๋ฒ„๋ ค๋‘์ง„ ์•Š์„ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ํฌ๋ง ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ๋‚จ๋Š” ๊ฒ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ์ž๋„ค ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ๋‚จ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์ง€ ์ธ๊ฐ„ํ•˜๊ณค ๋งบ์–ด์งˆ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด
Why are you saying this? I am mortal. You are Elf-kind. Nothing more. This belongs to you. It was a gift. Keep it. She is sailing to the Undying Lands with all that is left of her kin.
์™œ ์ €๋”๋Ÿฌ ๋– ๋‚˜๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์ฃ ? ๋‚œ ์–ธ์  ๊ฐ„ ์ฃฝ์ง€๋งŒ ๋‹น์‹ ์€ ๋ถˆ๋ฉธ์ด์ž–์•„์š” ํ•œ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„์˜ ๋ฐฑ์ผ๋ชฝ ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ˆ ๋Œ๋ ค์ค„๊ฒŒ์š” ์„ ๋ฌผ๋กœ ๋“œ๋ฆฐ ๊ฑฐ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ๊ฐ„์งํ•˜์„ธ์š” ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๊ฐ€์กฑ๊ณผ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์˜์ƒ๋ถˆ๋ฉธ์˜ ๋•…์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด์š”
What is it? Hama? I'm not sure. Wargs! A scout! What is it? What do you see? Warg! We're under attack! Get them out of here! All riders to the head of the column. Come on. Get me up here. I'm a rider. Come on!
๋ญ”๊ฐ€? ํ•˜๋งˆ? ์ž˜ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๋Š‘๋Œ€๋‹ค! ์ •ํƒ๊พผ์ด์•ผ ๋ญ”๊ฐ€? ๋Š‘๋Œ€๋“ค์˜ ์Šต๊ฒฉ! ๋Š‘๋Œ€์˜ ์Šต๊ฒฉ์ด๋‹ค! ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ธฐ๋งˆ๋ณ‘์€ ์„ ๋‘์— ํฌ์ง„ํ•ด ๋‚˜๋„ ๊ธฐ๋งˆ๋ณ‘์ด์š” ํƒœ์›Œ์ฃผ์‹œ์˜ค ๊ณต๊ฒฉ!
You must lead the people to Helm's Deep, and make haste. I can fight. No! You must do this, for me. Follow me! That's it! Go on! Stay together!
ํ—ฌ๋ฆ„ ํ˜‘๊ณก์œผ๋กœ ์†ํžˆ ๋Œ€ํ”ผ์‹œ์ผœ๋ผ ์‹ธ์šฐ๊ฒ ์–ด์š” ์•ˆ ๋ผ! ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์œ„ํ•ด ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํ•ด๋‹ค์˜ค ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋”ฐ๋ฅด๋ผ! ์˜ณ์ง€, ๋‹ฌ๋ ค! ํฉ์–ด์ง€๋ฉด ์•ˆ ๋ผ์š”!
Bring your pretty face to my ax. That one counts as mine! Stinking creature. Aragorn! Aragorn? Tell me what happened and I will ease your passing. He's...
๋„๋ผ ๋ง›์„ ๋ณด๊ณ  ์‹ถ์œผ๋ƒ? ๋‚ด ๋ชซ์ด์—ˆ์–ด! ๋งํ•  ๋†ˆ์˜ ์•…์ทจ ์•„๋ผ๊ณค! ์•„๋ผ๊ณค? ๊ณฑ๊ฒŒ ์ฃฝ์—ฌ์ค„ ํ…Œ๋‹ˆ ์†”์งํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ถˆ์–ด๋ผ ๋†ˆ์€...
dead. He took a little tumble off the cliff. You lie. Get the wounded on horses. The wolves of Isengard will return. Leave the dead. Come.
์ฃฝ์—ˆ์–ด ๋‚ญ๋– ๋Ÿฌ์ง€๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์กŒ์–ด ๊ฑฐ์ง“๋ง! ๋ถ€์ƒ์ž๋ฅผ ๋ง์— ํƒœ์›Œ๋ผ ๋Š‘๋Œ€๋ถ€๋Œ€๋Š” ๋‹ค์‹œ ์˜ฌ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ์ฃฝ์€ ์ž๋Š” ๋‘๊ณ  ๊ฐ„๋‹ค ๊ฐ€์ง€
At last! Helm's Deep. There it is, Helm's Deep. We're safe! We're safe, my lady. Thank you. Mama! Eothain! Freda! Make way for Theoden. Make way for the king.
์ €๊ธฐ์•ผ! ํ—ฌ๋ฆ„ ํ˜‘๊ณก ๋งˆ์นจ๋‚ด ํ—ฌ๋ฆ„ ํ˜‘๊ณก์— ๋„์ฐฉํ–ˆ์–ด ์šฐ๋ฆฐ ์•ˆ์ „ํ•ด! ์ด์   ๋‹ค ์•ˆ์ „ํ•ด์š” ๊ณ ๋งˆ์›Œ์š” ์—„๋งˆ! ์—์˜ค์„ธ์ธ! ํ”„๋ ˆ๋‹ค! ์™•์˜ ํ–‰์ฐจ์‹œ๋‹ค, ๊ธธ์„ ๋น„์ผœ๋ผ
So few. So few of you have returned. Our people are safe. We have paid for it with many lives. My lady. Lord Aragorn... where is he? He fell.
๊ทน์†Œ์ˆ˜๋งŒ ๋Œ์•„์™”๊ตฐ์š” ๋ฐฑ์„ฑ๋“ค์€ ๋ฌด์‚ฌํ•˜๊ตฌ๋‚˜ ์ˆ˜๋งŽ์€ ๋ชฉ์ˆจ์„ ๋Œ€๊ฐ€๋กœ ์น˜๋ €์ง€๋งŒ ์—์˜ค์œˆ๋‹˜ ์•„๋ผ๊ณค๋‹˜์€์š”? ์–ด๋”” ๊ณ„์‹œ์ฃ ? ์ฃฝ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค
Draw all our forces behind the wall. Bar the gate. And set a watch on the surround. What of those who cannot fight, my lord? The women and children?
๋ณ‘๋ ฅ์„ ๋ฐฉ์–ด๋ฒฝ ๋’ค์— ํฌ์ง„์‹œ์ผœ ๋ฌธ์„ ์ž ๊ทธ๊ณ  ์ดˆ๋ณ‘์„ ์„ธ์šฐ๋„๋ก ์‹ธ์šฐ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์€์š”? ์—ฌ์ž์™€ ์•„์ด๋“ค์€?
Get them into the caves. Saruman's arm will have grown long indeed if he thinks he can reach us here. Helm's Deep has one weakness. Its outer wall is solid rock, but for a small culvert at its base, which is little more than a drain.
๋™๊ตด ์†์œผ๋กœ ์˜ฎ๊ฒจ ์—ฌ๊ธธ ์น  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค ์—ฌ๊ธฐ๋ฉด ์‚ฌ๋ฃจ๋งŒ์˜ ์˜คํŒ์ด๋‹ค ํ—ฌ๋ฆ„ ํ˜‘๊ณก์—๋„ ์น˜๋ช…์ ์ธ ์•ฝ์ ์ด ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์— ์ž‘์€ ๋ฐฉ์ˆ˜๋กœ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋Š”๋ฐ ๋ฐฐ์ˆ˜๋กœ ์ด์ƒ์˜ ์šฉ๋„๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์ฃ 
How? How can fire undo stone? What kind of device could bring down the wall? If the wall is breached, Helm's Deep will fall. Even if it is breached, it would take a number beyond reckoning, thousands, to storm the Keep.
๋ถˆ์ด ์•”๋ฒฝ์„ ํŒŒ๊ดดํ•  ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ ์š”? ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ? ์–ด๋–ค ์žฅ๋น„๋กœ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒฝ์„ ๋ถ€์ˆ˜์ฃ ? ๋ฐฉ์–ด๋ฒฝ๋งŒ ๋ถ€์ˆ˜๋ฉด ํ˜‘๊ณก์€ ๋ฌด๋„ˆ์ง„๋‹ค ๋ฒฝ์„ ๋ฌด๋„ˆ๋œจ๋ ค๋„ ์„ฑ์„ ์žฅ์•…ํ•˜๋ ค๋ฉด ์ˆ˜์ฒœ ๋ช…์˜ ๋ณ‘๋ ฅ์ด ํ•„์š”ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค
Tens of thousands. But, my lord, there is no such force. A new power is rising. Its victory is at hand. This night... the land will be stained with the blood of Rohan!
์ˆ˜๋งŒ ๋ช…์ด๊ฒ ์ง€ ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ๋ณ‘๋ ฅ์€ ์—†์ง€ ์•Š์Šต๋‹ˆ๊นŒ? ์ƒˆ๋กœ์šด ํž˜์ด ์ผ์–ด์„œ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋„๋‹ค ์Šน๋ฆฌ์˜ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„์ด ๋ˆˆ์•ž์— ๋‹ฅ์ณค๋‹ค ์˜ค๋Š˜ ๋ฐค... ์ฒœ์ง€๋ฅผ ๋กœํ•œ์˜ ํ”ผ๋กœ ๋ฌผ๋“ค์ผ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค!
March to Helm's Deep! There will be no dawn for Men. Look. There's smoke to the south. There is always smoke rising from Isengard these days.
ํ—ฌ๋ฆ„ ํ˜‘๊ณก์œผ๋กœ ์ง„๊ฒฉํ•ด์„œ ์ธ๊ฐ„์€ ์ƒˆ๋กœ์šด ์•„์นจ์„ ๋ณด์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๋ฆฌ๋ผ! ๋‚จ์ชฝ์—์„œ ์—ฐ๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ํ”ผ์–ด ์˜ฌ๋ผ์š” ์š”์ฆ˜์—๋Š” ์•„์ด์„ผ๊ฐ€๋“œ์—์„œ ๊ณ„์†ํ•ด์„œ ์—ฐ๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ํ”ผ์–ด ์˜ค๋ฅด์ง€
Isengard? There was a time when Saruman would walk in my woods. But now he has a mind of metal and wheels. He no longer cares for growing things.
์•„์ด์„ผ๊ฐ€๋“œ? ๋จผ ์˜›๋‚ ์—”... ์‚ฌ๋ฃจ๋งŒ๋„ ๋‚ด ์ˆฒ์„ ํ™œ๋ณดํ–ˆ์—ˆ๋‹จ๋‹ค ์•ผ์š•๋งŒ ํ’ˆ๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด ์žฌ๋ฐฐํ•˜๊ณ  ํ‚ค์šฐ๋Š” ์ผ์—” ๊ด€์‹ฌ์ด ์—†์ง€
It's Saruman's army. The war has started. May the grace of the Valar protect you. Arwen. It is time. The ships are leaving for Valinor. Go now... before it is too late. I have made my choice.
์‚ฌ๋ฃจ๋งŒ์˜ ๋Œ€๊ตฐ์ด์•ผ ์ „์Ÿ์ด ์‹œ์ž‘๋œ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ๋ฐœ๋ผ๋ฅด์˜ ์€์ด์ด ๋‹น์‹ ์„ ์ง€์ผœ์ฃผ๊ธธ ์•„๋ฅด์›ฌ ๋– ๋‚  ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด ์™”๊ตฌ๋‚˜ ์„œ๋‘˜๋Ÿฌ ๋ฐœ๋ฆฌ๋…ธ๋ฅด๋กœ ๋– ๋‚˜๊ฑฐ๋ผ ์–ด์„œ ๊ฐ€, ๋” ๋Šฆ๊ธฐ ์ „์— ์ „ ์ค‘๊ฐ„๊ณ„์— ๋‚จ๊ธฐ๋กœ ๊ฒฐ์‹ฌํ–ˆ์–ด์š”
He is not coming back. Why do you linger here when there is no hope? There is still hope. If Aragorn survives this war, you will still be parted. Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Aragorn will die.
๊ทธ๋Š” ๋Œ์•„์˜ค์ง€ ์•Š์•„ ํฌ๋ง์ด ์—†๋Š”๋ฐ ์™œ ๋‚จ์œผ๋ ค๋А๋ƒ? ์•„์ง ํฌ๋ง์ด ๋‚จ์•„์žˆ์–ด์š” ์Šน์ „ํ•œ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•ด๋„ ์–ธ์  ๊ฐ„ ํ—ค์–ด์ ธ์•ผ ํ•ด ์ ์—๊ฒŒ ์ฃฝ๋“ , ๋Š™์–ด์„œ ์ฃฝ๋“ ... ์•„๋ผ๊ณค์€ ์–ธ์  ๊ฐ€๋Š” ์ฃฝ์–ด
And there will be no comfort for you, no comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death, an image of the splendor of the kings of Men, in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world.
๊ทธ ๋ฌด์—‡๋„... ๊ทธ์™€์˜ ์ด๋ณ„์„ ๋‹ฌ๋ž˜์ค„ ์œ„์•ˆ์ด ๋˜์ง„ ๋ชปํ•  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ์ธ๊ฐ„ ์™•๋“ค์˜ ์˜๊ด‘์Šค๋Ÿฐ ๊ด‘์ฑ„๋„ ์–ธ์  ๊ฐ„ ์„ธ์ƒ์—์„œ ์žŠํ˜€์งˆ ๊ฒŒ๋‹ค
But you, my daughter... you will linger on in darkness and in doubt, as nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Here you will dwell, bound to your grief under the fading trees... until all the world is changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent.
ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋‚ด ๋”ธ์•„, ๋„ˆ๋Š”... ๋ณ„์กฐ์ฐจ ์—†๋Š” ๊ฒจ์šธ์˜ ํ™ฉํ˜ผ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์–ด๋‘ ์˜ ์‹ฌ์—ฐ์—์„œ ์„œ์„ฑ์ด๊ฒŒ ๋  ํ…Œ๊ณ  ์ด๊ณณ์—์„œ ์‚ด๋‹ค๊ฐ„ ํ‰์ƒ์„ ๊ณ ๋ชฉ๋‚˜๋ฌด ์•„๋ž˜์—์„œ ์Šฌํ””์„ ์‚ผํ‚ค๋ฉฐ ์‹œ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ€๋Š” ์ƒ๋ช…์„ ์Šฌํผํ•ด์•ผ๋งŒ ๋  ๊ฑฐ๋‹ค
Arwen. Do I not also have your love? You have my love, father. The power of the enemy is growing. Sauron will use his puppet, Saruman to destroy the people of Rohan.
์•„๋ฅด์›ฌ ๋„ค ์•„๋ฒ„์ง€๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š๋А๋ƒ? ์™œ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒ ์–ด์š” ์ ์˜ ํž˜์ด ์ปค์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์€ ๊ผญ๋‘๊ฐ์‹œ์ธ ์‚ฌ๋ฃจ๋งŒ์„ ์ด์šฉํ•ด์„œ ๋กœํ•œ์˜ ๋ฐฑ์„ฑ๋“ค์„ ๋ฉธ๋ง์‹œํ‚ฌ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ
Isengard has been unleashed. The Eye of Sauron now turns to Gondor, the last free kingdom of Men. His war on this country will come swiftly. He senses the Ring is close. The strength of the Ring-bearer is failing.
์•„์ด์„ผ๊ฐ€๋“œ์˜ ์•…์ด ๊ฟˆํ‹€๋Œ€๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๊ตฐ ๊ณค๋„๋ฅด๋กœ ๊ฐ์‹œ์˜ ๋ˆˆ๊ธธ์„ ๋Œ๋ ธ์–ด ์ „์Ÿ์ด ์ด ๋•…์„ ํœฉ์“ธ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์ด ์™”์Œ์„ ๊ฐ์ง€ํ–ˆ์„ ํ…Œ๊ณ  ๋ฐ˜์ง€ ์šด๋ฐ˜์ž์˜ ํž˜์€ ๋ฌด๋ ฅํ•ด์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ์ง€
In his heart, Frodo begins to understand the quest will claim his life. You know this. You have foreseen it. It is the risk we all took. In the gathering dark, the will of the Ring grows strong. It works hard now to find its way back into the hands of Men.
์ž์‹ ์„ ์ฃฝ์ผ ๊ฒƒ์ž„์„ ๊นจ๋‹ซ๊ฒŒ ๋๊ณ  ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์ง€? ๋ฏธ๋ž˜๋ฅผ ๋ดค์ž–์•„ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ์Šค์Šค๋กœ๊ฐ€ ์ž์ดˆํ•œ ์œ„ํ—˜์ด์•ผ ์•”ํ‘์ด ๊ฐ•ํ•ด์ง€๋ฉด์„œ ๋ฐ˜์ง€์˜ ์˜์ง€๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ•ํ•ด์ง€๊ณ  ๋ฐ˜์ง€ ์Šค์Šค๋กœ ์ธ๊ฐ„์„ ์ง€๋ฐฐํ•  ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์„ ์ฐพ๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด
Men, who are so easily seduced by its power. The young captain of Gondor has but to extend his hand, take the Ring for his own, and the world will fall.
๋ฐ˜์ง€์˜ ํž˜์— ์‰ฝ์‚ฌ๋ฆฌ ํ˜„ํ˜น๋˜๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์ธ๊ฐ„์ด๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ๊ณค๋„๋ฅด์˜ ์ Š์€ ๋Œ€์žฅ์ด ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ํƒํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋˜๋ฉด ์„ธ์ƒ์€ ๋ฉธ๋งํ•  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ
It is close now. So close to achieving its goal. For Sauron will have dominion over all life on this Earth, even unto to the ending of the world. The time of the Elves...
๋จธ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์–ด ๋ชฉ์ ์„ ์ด๋ฃจ๊ธฐ๊นŒ์ง€ ์–ผ๋งˆ ๋‚จ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์ง€ ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์€ ์„ธ์ƒ์˜ ์ข…๋ง์„ ๊ฑธ๊ณ ์„œ๋ผ๋„ ๋ชจ๋“  ์ƒ๋ช…๋“ค์„ ์ง€๋ฐฐํ•˜๋ ค ๋“ค ํ…Œ๊ณ  ์—˜ํ”„์˜ ์‹œ๋Œ€๋Š”...
is over. Do we leave Middle-earth to its fate? Do we let them stand alone? What news? Our scouts report Saruman has attacked Rohan. Theoden's people have fled to Helm's Deep.
๋๋‚ฌ์–ด ์ค‘๊ฐ„๊ณ„์˜ ์šด๋ช…์— ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ๋งก๊ฒจ๋‘˜๊นŒ? ๊ทธ๋“ค ์Šค์Šค๋กœ ๋ฒ„ํ‹ฐ๊ฒŒ ๋†”๋‘˜๊นŒ? ์–ด๋–ค ์†Œ์‹์ด์•ผ? ์‚ฌ๋ฃจ๋งŒ์ด ๋กœํ•œ์„ ์ณค๋‹ต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๋ฐฑ์„ฑ๋“ค์€ ํ—ฌ๋ฆ„ ํ˜‘๊ณก์œผ๋กœ ๋Œ€ํ”ผํ–ˆ๊ณ ์š”
But we must look to our own borders. Faramir, Orcs are on the move. Sauron is marshaling an army. Easterlings and Southrons are at the Black Gate.
ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋„์™€์ค„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ์ƒํ™ฉ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ์˜คํฌ๋“ค์ด ์ด๋™ ์ค‘์ด๊ณ ... ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์ด ๋Œ€๊ตฐ์„ ์กฐ์งํ–ˆ๊ฑฐ๋“ ์š” ๋™๋ถ€์ธ๊ณผ ๋‚จ๋ถ€์ธ์ด ๊ฒ€์€ ๋ฌธ์— ๋ชจ์ด๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด์š”
How many? Some thousands. More come every day. Who's covering the river to the north? We pulled 500 men at Osgiliath. If their city is attacked, we won't hold it.
์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜? ์ˆ˜์ฒœ ๋ช…์ด์š”, ๋งค์ผ ๋Š˜์–ด๋‚˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๊ณ ์š” ๋ถ์ชฝ ๊ฐ• ๋ฐฉ์–ด ์ƒํ™ฉ์€? ์˜ค์Šค๊ธธ๋ฆฌ์•„์Šค์— ๋ณ‘์‚ฌ 5๋ฐฑ ๋ช… ๊ณต๊ฒฉ ๋‹นํ•˜๋ฉด ๋ง‰์•„๋‚ด์ง„ ๋ชป ํ•  ๊ฒ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค
Saruman attacks from Isengard. Sauron from Mordor. The fight will come to Men on both fronts. Gondor is weak. Sauron will strike us soon. And he will strike hard. He knows now we do not have the strength to repel him.
์‚ฌ๋ฃจ๋งŒ์€ ์•„์ด์„ผ๊ฐ€๋“œ์—์„œ ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋„๋ฅด์—์„œ ์ง„๊ฒฉ ์–‘๋ฐฉํ–ฅ์—์„œ ์ธ๊ฐ„์„ ๊ณต๊ฒฉํ•  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ๊ณค๋„๋ฅด๋Š” ์•ฝํ•ด ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์ด ๊ณง ์šฐ๋ฆด ์น  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ๋„ ๋งค์šฐ ์„ธ๊ฒŒ ๋ฐ˜๊ฒฉํ•  ๋ณ‘๋ ฅ์ด ์—†๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฑธ ์•„๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ
My men tell me that you are Orc spies. Spies?! Now wait just a minute. Well, if you're not spies, then who are you? Speak. We are Hobbits of the Shire.
๋“ฃ์ž ํ•˜๋‹ˆ ์˜คํฌ์˜ ์ฒฉ์ž๋ผ๋˜๋ฐ? ์ฒฉ์ž๋ผ๋‡จ? ์™œ ์ด๋Ÿฌ์„ธ์š”? ์ฒฉ์ž๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ฉด ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ๋ƒ? ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ•ด ์ƒค์ด์–ด์˜ ํ˜ธ๋น—์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค
Frodo Baggins is my name, and this is Samwise Gamgee. Your bodyguard? His gardener. And where is your skulking friend? That gangrel creature.
์ „ ํ”„๋กœ๋„๊ณ  ์—ฌ๊ธด ์ƒ˜์ด์—์š” ๊ฒฝํ˜ธ์›์ธ๊ฐ€? ์ •์›์‚ฌ์˜ˆ์š” ๊ฒ์Ÿ์ด ์นœ๊ตฌ๋Š” ์–ด๋”” ์ˆจ์—ˆ๋‚˜? ๋– ๋Œ์ด ๊ดด๋ฌผ ๋ง์ด์•ผ
He had an ill-favored look. There was no other. We set out from Rivendell with seven companions. One we lost in Moria... two were my kin, a Dwarf there was also. And an Elf and two Men. Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and Boromir of Gondor.
์–ผ๊ตด์ด ๊ธฐ๋ถ„ ๋‚˜์˜๊ฒŒ ์ƒ๊ฒผ๋”๊ตฐ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฐ–์— ์—†์–ด์š” ๋ฆฌ๋ฒค๋ธ์—์„œ 7๋ช…์˜ ๋™์ง€์™€ ๋– ๋‚ฌ์–ด์š” ๋ชจ๋ฆฌ์•„์—์„œ ํ•œ ๋ถ„์„ ์žƒ์—ˆ๊ณ  ๋‘ ๋ช…์€ ๋‚ด ์นœ์ฒ™์ด์—ˆ์ฃ  ๋‚œ์Ÿ์ด์™€ ์—˜ํ”„ ํ•œ ๋ช…, ์ธ๊ฐ„ ๋‘ ๋ช… ์ธ๊ฐ„์€ ์•„๋ผ์†์˜ ์•„๋“ค์ธ ์•„๋ผ๊ณค๊ณผ ๊ณค๋„๋ฅด์˜ ๋ณด๋กœ๋ฏธ๋ฅด์˜ˆ์š”
You're a friend of Boromir? Yes. For my part. It will grieve you then to learn that he is dead. Dead? How? When? As one of his companions, I'd hoped you would tell me.
๋ณด๋กœ๋ฏธ๋ฅด์™€ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋ผ๊ณ ? ๋„ค ์ œ ์ƒ๊ฐ์œผ๋ก  ๊ทธ๋ž˜์š” ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์ฃฝ์€ ๊ฑธ ์•Œ๋ฉด ์Šฌํผํ•˜๊ฒ ๊ตฐ ์ฃฝ๋‹ค๋‹ˆ? ์–ธ์ œ, ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ์š”? ์นœ๊ตฌ์˜€๋‹ค๋ฉด์„œ ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋งํ•ด๋ณด๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์–ด๋•Œ?
He was my brother. Captain Faramir! We found the third one. You must come with me. Now. Down there. To enter the Forbidden Pool bears the penalty of death.
๊ทธ๋Š” ๋‚ด ํ˜•์ด์—ˆ์–ด ํŒŒ๋ผ๋ฏธ๋ฅด ๋Œ€์žฅ๋‹˜! ๋†ˆ์„ ์ฐพ์•˜์–ด์š” ๊ฐ™์ด ์ข€ ๊ฐ€์•ผ๊ฒ ๊ตฐ ์•„๋ž˜๋ฅผ ๋ด ๊ธˆ์ง€๋œ ์—ฐ๋ชป์— ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ€๋ฉด ์‚ฌํ˜•์— ์ฒ˜ํ•ด์ง„๋‹ค
They wait for my command. Shall I shoot? Wait. This creature is bound to me. And I to him. He is our guide. Please... let me go down to him.
๋‚ด ๋ช…๋ น์„ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค ์˜๋ผ๊ณ  ์ง€์‹œํ• ๊นŒ? ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ ค์š” ์‹ค์€ ์ œ๊ฐ€ ์ง€์ผœ์ฃผ๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด์š” ๊ทธ๋„ ๋‚  ์ง€์ผœ์ฃผ๊ณ ์š” ์ €ํฌ๋“ค์˜ ๊ธธ์žก์ด์˜ˆ์š” ๋ถ€ํƒ์ด์—์š” ์ œ๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ๋ ค์˜ฌ๊ฒŒ์š”
Smeagol. Master is here. Come, Smeagol. Trust master. Come. We must go now? Smeagol, you must trust master. Follow me. Come on. Come. Come, Smeagol. Nice Smeagol. That's it. Come on. Don't hurt him!
์Šค๋ฏธ๊ณจ ๋„ค ์ฃผ์ธ์ด ์™”์–ด ์ด๋ฆฌ ์™€, ์Šค๋ฏธ๊ณจ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ฏฟ์–ด, ์ด๋ฆฌ ์™€ ์ง€๊ธˆ ๊ฐ€์•ผ ๋˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”? ์Šค๋ฏธ๊ณจ, ์ฃผ์ธ์„ ๋ฏฟ์–ด ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋”ฐ๋ผ์™€ ์–ด์„œ ์–ด์„œ, ์Šค๋ฏธ๊ณจ ์ฐฉํ•˜์ง€, ๊ทธ๋ž˜ ์–ด์„œ ์™€ ํ•ด์น˜์ง€ ๋งˆ์š”!
Smeagol, don't struggle. Smeagol, listen to me. Master! No! No! Where are you leading them? Answer me. Smeagol. Why does it cry, Smeagol?
๋ฐ˜ํ•ญํ•˜์ง€ ๋งˆ, ๋ง ๋“ค์–ด ์ฃผ์ธ๋‹˜! ์•ˆ ๋ผ! ์•ˆ ๋ผ! ์ €๋“ค์„ ์–ด๋””๋กœ ๋ฐ๋ ค๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ? ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ•ด ์Šค๋ฏธ๊ณจ ์™œ ์šฐ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ, ์Šค๋ฏธ๊ณจ?
Cruel Men hurts us. Master tricksed us. Of course he did. I told you he was tricksy. I told you he was false. Master is our friend. Our friend. Master betrayed us.
์ž”์ธํ•œ ์ธ๊ฐ„์ด ๋‚  ๋•Œ๋ ธ์–ด ์ฃผ์ธ๋‹˜์ด ์šฐ๋ฆด ์†์˜€์–ด ์šฐ๋ฆด ์†์ธ ๊ฑด ๋‹น์—ฐํ•œ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๊ตํ™œํ•˜๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋งํ–ˆ์ž–์•„ ์ž˜ ์†์ธ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋งํ–ˆ์ž–์•„ ์ฃผ์ธ๋‹˜์€ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ์นœ๊ตฌ์•ผ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ์˜ ์นœ๊ตฌ ๊ทธ ์ฃผ์ธ์ด ์šฐ๋ฆด ๊ธฐ๋งŒํ–ˆ์–ด
No. Not its business. Leave us alone! Filthy little Hobbitses! They stole it from us! No. No. What did they steal? My precious! We have to get out of here.
๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋ผ์–ด๋“ค ๋ฌธ์ œ๊ฐ€ ์•„๋ƒ ์šฐ๋ฆด ๊ฐ€๋งŒ ๋†”๋‘ฌ ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ž‘์€ ํ˜ธ๋น—๋“ค! ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ณด๋ฌผ์„ ํ›”์ณ๊ฐ”์–ด! ์•ˆ ๋ผ! ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ๋ญ˜ ํ›”์ณค๋‹ค๊ณ ? ๋‚ด ๋ณด๋ฌผ! ์—ฌ๊ธฐ์„œ ๋‚˜๊ฐ€์•ผ ํ•ด์š”
You go. Go, now. You can do it. Use the Ring, Mr. Frodo. Just this once. Put it on. Disappear. I can't. You were right, Sam. You tried to tell me but...
๋จผ์ € ๊ฐ€์š”, ์–ด์„œ์š” ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์ž–์•„์š” ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ์จ๋ณด์„ธ์š”, ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ ์ด๋ฒˆ ํ•œ๋ฒˆ๋งŒ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ๋ผ๊ณ  ์—ฌ๊ธฐ์„œ ์‚ฌ๋ผ์ ธ์š” ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒ ๋ชป ํ•ด ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ์˜ณ์•˜์–ด, ์ƒ˜ ๋„ค ๋ง์„ ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด์•ผ ํ–ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ...
I'm sorry. The Ring's taking me, Sam. If I put it on, he'll find me. Mr. Frodo... So this is the answer to all the riddles. Here in the Wild I have you, two Halflings, and a host of Men at my call.
๋ฏธ์•ˆํ•ด ๋ฐ˜์ง€๊ฐ€ ๋‚  ์ง€๋ฐฐํ•˜๋ ค๊ณ  ํ•ด ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ๋ผ๋ฉด... ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์ด ๋‚  ์ฐพ์•„๋‚ผ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๊ฐ€ ๋ชจ๋“  ์˜๋ฌธ์˜ ๋‹ต์ด์—ˆ๊ตฐ ๋„ˆํฌ ๋ฐ˜์ธ์กฑ ๋‘ ๋ช…๊ณผ ๋‚ด ํœ˜ํ•˜์˜ ๋ถ€ํ•˜๋“ค๋ฟ์ด๋‹ค
The Ring of Power within my grasp. A chance for Faramir, captain of Gondor... to show his quality. No! Stop it! Leave him alone. Don't you understand?
๊ทธ ์œ„๋Œ€ํ•œ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ฐจ์ง€ํ•ด์•ผ๊ฒ ์–ด ๊ณค๋„๋ฅด์˜ ๋Œ€์žฅ์ธ ํŒŒ๋ผ๋ฏธ๋ฅด๊ฐ€... ์‹ค๋ ฅ์„ ๋ฐœํœ˜ํ•  ๊ธฐํšŒ๊ฐ€ ์˜จ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ์•ˆ ๋ผ! ๊ทธ๋งŒํ•ด์š”! ๊ฐ€๋งŒ ๋†”๋‘ฌ์š” ์•„์ง๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์–ด์š”?
He's got to destroy it! That's where we're going, into Mordor. To the Mountain of Fire! Osgiliath is under attack. They call for reinforcements.
๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ํŒŒ๊ดดํ•˜๋ ค๊ณ  ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋„๋ฅด์— ๊ฐ€๋˜ ๊ธธ์ด์—ˆ์–ด์š” ๋ถˆ์˜ ์‚ฐ์—! ์˜ค์Šค๊ธธ๋ฆฌ์•„์Šค์—์„œ ์ง€์›๊ตฐ์„ ์š”์ฒญํ–ˆ์–ด์š”
Please. It's such a burden. Will you not help him? Captain? Prepare to leave. The Ring will go to Gondor. He's alive! Where is he? Where is he?
๋ฐ˜์ง€ ์šด๋ฐ˜์ž์˜ ์˜๋ฌด์˜ˆ์š” ๋ถ€๋”” ๋„์™€์ฃผ์„ธ์š” ๋Œ€์žฅ๋‹˜? ๋– ๋‚  ์ฑ„๋น„๋ฅผ ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ณ  ๊ณค๋„๋ฅด๋กœ ํ–ฅํ•œ๋‹ค ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์‚ด์•„์žˆ์–ด! ์–ด๋””?
Get out of the way! I'm going to kill him! You are the luckiest, the canniest, and the most reckless man I ever knew. Bless you, laddie. Gimli, where is the king?
๋น„์ผœ์š”, ํ˜ผ์ญ๋‚ด์ฃผ๊ฒŒ! ๊ฐ€์žฅ ์šด ์ข‹๊ณ  ๊ฐ€์žฅ ๋นˆํ‹ˆ์—†์œผ๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ์ œ๋ฉ‹๋Œ€๋กœ ๊ตฌ๋Š” ์ธ๊ฐ„์•„! ์‹ ์˜ ์€์ด์ด์•ผ ๊น€๋ฆฌ, ์™•์€ ์–ด๋”จ๋‚˜?
You're late. You look terrible. A great host, you say? All Isengard is emptied. How many? Ten thousand strong at least. Ten thousand? To destroy the world of Men. They will be here by nightfall.
๋Šฆ์—ˆ๊ตฐ ๊ผด์ด ์ด๊ฒŒ ๋ญ”๊ฐ€? ๋†ˆ๋“ค์ด ๋Œ€๊ตฐ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ? ์—„์ฒญ๋‚ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๊ทœ๋ชจ๋Š”? ์–ด๋ฆผ์žก์•„๋„ ๋งŒ ๋ช… ๋งŒ ๋ช…์ด๋‚˜? ์ธ๊ฐ„ ์„ธ๊ณ„์˜ ๋ฉธ๋ง ๋ฐค์ด ๋˜๋ฉด ์—ฌ๊ธธ ๋ฎ์น  ๊ฒ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค
Let them come! I want every man and strong lad able to bear arms to be ready for battle by nightfall. We will cover the causeway and the gate from above.
์˜ฌ ํ…Œ๋ฉด ์™€ ๋ณด๋ผ์ง€! ์ „ํˆฌํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ชจ๋“  ์žฅ์ •๋“ค์„ ์ „ํˆฌ ์ค€๋น„์— ์ฐฉ์ˆ˜์‹œ์ผœ ์œ„์ชฝ์—์„œ ์„ฑ๋ฌธ๊ณผ ์„ฑ์„ ์‚ฌ์ˆ˜ํ•  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ
No army has ever breached the Deeping Wall or set foot inside the Hornburg! This is no rabble of mindless Orcs. These are Uruk-hai. Their armour is thick and their shields broad.
์–ด๋–ค ๊ตฐ๋Œ€๋„ ์—ฌ๊ธด ๋šซ์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๊ณ  ํ˜ผ๋ฒ„๊ทธ ์š”์ƒˆ ์•ˆ์— ์นจ์ž…ํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชป ํ–ˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค๋„ค ์ด๋ฒˆ์—” ์ƒ๋Œ€๊ฐ€ ์˜คํฌ๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹™๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ์šฐ๋ฃฉํ•˜์ด์กฑ์ด์ฃ  ๋ฌด๊ธฐ๋„ ์œก์ค‘ํ•˜๊ณ  ๋ฐฉํŒจ๋„ ๊ฑฐ๋Œ€ํ•ด์š”
I have fought many wars, Master Dwarf. I know how to defend my own keep. They will break upon this fortress like water on rock. Saruman's hordes will pillage and burn. We've seen it before.
์ˆ˜๋งŽ์€ ์ „ํˆฌ๋ฅผ ์น˜๋Ÿฌ๋ดค๋„ค ์š”์ƒˆ๋ฅผ ์ง€ํ‚ค๋Š” ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์ฏค์€ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด ์ ์€ ์‚ฝ์‹œ๊ฐ„์— ์ด๊ณณ์„ ๊ณต๊ฒฉํ•  ํ…Œ์ง€ ๋†ˆ๋“ค์ด ์ผ์‚ผ๋Š” ์•ฝํƒˆ๊ณผ ๋ฐฉํ™”๋ฅผ ์ถฉ๋ถ„ํžˆ ๋ณด์•„์™”๋„ค
Crops can be resown, homes rebuilt. Within these walls... we will outlast them. They do not come to destroy Rohan's crops or villages. They come to destroy its people, down to the last child.
๊ณก์‹์€ ๋‹ค์‹œ ์žฌ๋ฐฐํ•˜๊ณ  ์ง‘์€ ๋‹ค์‹œ ์ง€์œผ๋ฉด ๋ผ ์ด ์•ˆ์—๋งŒ ์žˆ์œผ๋ฉด ๋†ˆ๋“ค๋ณด๋‹ค ์˜ค๋ž˜ ๋ฒ„ํ‹ธ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ๊ทธ๋“ค์˜ ํ‘œ์ ์€ ๊ณก์‹๊ณผ ๋งˆ์„์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ ์ธ๊ฐ„์˜ ์”จ๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ฆฌ๋ ค๋Š” ๊ฒ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๋งˆ์ง€๋ง‰ ๋‚จ์€ ์•„์ด๊นŒ์ง€์š”
What would you have me do? Look at my men. Their courage hangs by a thread. If this is to be our end, then I would have them make such an end as to be worthy of remembrance.
๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์–ด๋–กํ•˜๊ธธ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋Š”๊ฐ€? ๋‚ด ๋ถ€ํ•˜๋“ค์˜ ์šฉ๊ธฐ๋Š” ํ’์ „๋“ฑํ™”์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์œ„ํƒœ๋กœ์›Œ ์–ด์ฐจํ”ผ ์ฃฝ์„ ์šด๋ช…์ด๋ผ๋ฉด ํ›„์„ธ์— ๊ธฐ์–ต๋˜๋„๋ก ์‹ธ์›Œ๋ณด๊ฒ ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ
Send out riders, my lord. You must call for aid. And who will come? Elves? Dwarves? We are not so lucky in our friends as you. The old alliances are dead. Gondor will answer. Gondor?!
์‚ฌ์ž๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋‚ด์‹ญ์‹œ์˜ค ์ง€์›๊ตฐ์„ ์š”์ฒญํ•˜์„ธ์š” ๋ˆ„๊ตฌํ•œํ…Œ? ์—˜ํ”„? ๋‚œ์Ÿ์ด? ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋กœ์„  ํ–‰์šด์„ ๊ธฐ๋Œ€ํ•˜๊ธฐ ํž˜๋“ค์–ด ์—ฐํ•ฉ๊ตฐ๋„ ๋ชจ๋‘ ์ „๋ฉธํ–ˆ๊ณ  ๊ณค๋„๋ฅด๋ผ๋ฉด? ๊ณค๋„๋ฅด?
Where was Gondor when the Westfold fell?! Where was Gondor when our enemies closed in around us?! Where was Gon--? No, my Lord Aragorn... we are alone.
์›จ์ŠคํŠธํด๋“œ๊ฐ€ ํ•จ๋ฝ๋  ๋•Œ ๊ณค๋„๋ฅด ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์€ ์–ด๋”” ์žˆ์—ˆ์ง€? ๋Œ€์ฒด ๊ทธ๋“ค์€... ์–ด๋ฆผ์—†๋„ค, ์•„๋ผ๊ณค ์šฐ๋ฆฐ ํ˜ผ์ž์•ผ
Get the women and children into the caves. We need more time to lay provisions-- There is no time. War is upon us. Secure the gate. We Ents have not troubled about the wars of Men and wizards for a very long time.
์—ฌ์ž๋“ค๊ณผ ์•„์ด๋“ค์„ ๋™๊ตด์— ํ”ผ์‹  ์‹œ์ผœ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด ๋” ํ•„์š”ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด ์—†์–ด ๊ณง ์ „์Ÿ์ด ๋‹ฅ์นœ๋‹ค ์„ฑ๋ฌธ์„ ์‚ฌ์ˆ˜ํ•˜๋ผ ์ธ๊ฐ„๊ณผ ๋งˆ๋ฒ•์‚ฌ์˜ ์ „์Ÿ์— ๋ผ์–ด๋“  ์ ์ด ์—†์—ˆ์–ด
But now, something is about to happen that has not happened for an age. Entmoot. What's that? 'Tis a gathering. A gathering of what? Beech. Oak. Chestnut. Ash. Good. Good. Good.
์ƒˆ๋กœ์šด ์ผ์ด ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜๋ ค ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๊ตฌ๋‚˜ ์—”ํŠธ๋ญ‡ ๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ๋ญ”๋ฐ์š”? ํšŒํ•ฉ ์–ด๋–ค ํšŒํ•ฉ์ด์ฃ ? ๋„ˆ๋„๋ฐค๋‚˜๋ฌด, ์ฐธ๋‚˜๋ฌด ๋ฐค๋‚˜๋ฌด, ๋ฌผํ‘ธ๋ ˆ๋‚˜๋ฌด ์ข‹์•„, ์ข‹์•˜์–ด