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Many have come. Now we must decide if the Ents will go to war. Move back! Move to the caves! Keep moving. Quickly now. Farmers, farriers, stable boys.
๋งŽ์ด๋“ค ๋ชจ์˜€๊ตฐ ์—”ํŠธ๊ฐ€ ์ด ์ „์Ÿ์— ๋ผ์–ด๋“ค ๊ฑด์ง€ ๊ฒฐ์ •ํ•  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ์ „๋ถ€ ๋™๊ตด๋กœ ์†ํžˆ ๋Œ€ํ”ผํ•ด์š”! ๊ณ„์† ๊ฐ€์š” ๋นจ๋ฆฌ! ๋†๋ถ€, ํŽธ์ž๊ณต, ๋งˆ๋ถ€์†Œ๋…„...
These are no soldiers. Most have seen too many winters. Or too few. Look at them. They're frightened. You can see it in their eyes. And they should be... Three hundred... Three hundred... They have more hope of defending themselves here than at Edoras... Aragorn. They cannot win this fight.
์ „ํˆฌ์™€๋Š” ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋จผ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด์•ผ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋Š™์—ˆ์–ด ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์–ด๋ฆฌ๊ฑฐ๋‚˜ ์ €๋“ค์„ ๋ด ๋‘๋ ค์›Œํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด ๊ทธ๋“ค์˜ ๋ˆˆ์ด ๋งํ•˜์ž–์•„ ๋‘๋ ค์›Œํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๋„ ๋‹น์—ฐํ•ด ์•„๊ตฐ์€ 3๋ฐฑ์ธ๋ฐ ์ ๊ตฐ์€ 1๋งŒ ๋ช…์ด๋‹ˆ ํ”ผ๋‚œ ์˜ค๊ธฐ ์ „๋ณด๋‹จ ๋ฐฉ์–ด ์˜์ง€๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ•ํ•ด ์ด๊ธธ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ์ „์Ÿ์ด์•ผ
They are all going to die! Then I shall die as one of them! Let him go, lad. Let him be. Every villager able to wield a sword has been sent to the armoury.
์ „๋ถ€ ์ฃฝ์„ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ! ๊ทธ๋ ‡๋‹ค๋ฉด ๋‚˜๋„ ๊ทธ๋“ค๊ณผ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์ฃฝ๊ฒ ์–ด! ๋†”๋‘ฌ, ๋‚ด๋ฒ„๋ ค ๋‘ฌ ํ˜ผ์ž ๋†”๋‘ฌ ๊ฒ€์„ ์“ธ ์ค„ ์•„๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ์ „๋ถ€ ๋ณ‘๊ธฐ๊ณ ๋กœ ๋ณด๋ƒˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค
My lord? Who am I, Gamling? You are our king, sire. And do you trust your king? Your men, my lord... will follow you to whatever end. To whatever end. Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountains. The days have gone down in the West...
์ „ํ•˜? ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€, ๊ฐ๋ง? ์ €ํฌ๋“ค์˜ ์™•์ด์‹ญ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ์ž๋„จ ์™•์„ ๋ฏฟ๋Š”๊ฐ€? ์–ด๋–ค ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๊ฐ€ ์˜ค๋”๋ผ๋„ ๋ฐฑ์„ฑ๋“ค์€ ์ „ํ•˜๋ฅผ ๋”ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฒ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ์–ด๋–ค ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๊ฐ€ ์˜ค๋”๋ผ๋„ ๋ง๊ณผ ๊ธฐ๋งˆ๋ณ‘์€ ์–ด๋”” ์žˆ๊ณ  ์šฐ๋ ์ฐฌ ๋‚˜ํŒ” ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์–ด๋”” ์žˆ๋Š”๊ฐ€ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ ์—†์ด ๋ง์—†์ด ์‚ฌ๋ผ์ง€๋‹ค๋‹ˆ ๋กœํ•œ์˜ ์‹œ๋Œ€๋„ ์„œ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ๊ธฐ์šธ์—ˆ๋„๋‹ค
behind the hills... into Shadow. How did it come to this? Move! Move to the outer wall. Give me your sword. What is your name? Haleth, son of Hama, my lord.
์–ธ๋• ๋„ˆ๋จธ... ์–ด๋‘  ์†์œผ๋กœ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์ด ์ง€๊ฒฝ์ด ๋๋‹จ ๋ง์ธ๊ฐ€ ๊ณ„์† ์™ธ๋ฒฝ์œผ๋กœ ์ด๋™ํ•˜๋ผ! ๊ฒ€์„ ์ด๋ฆฌ ์ค˜๋ด ์ด๋ฆ„์ด ๋ญ์ง€? ํ•˜๋งˆ์˜ ์•„๋“ค, ํ• ๋ ˆ์Šค์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค
The men are saying we will not live out the night. They say that it is hopeless. This is a good sword. Haleth, son of Hama... there is always hope.
์˜ค๋Š˜ ๋ฐค์„ ๋ชป ๋„˜๊ธธ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋”๊ตฐ์š” ํฌ๋ง์ด ์—†๋‹ค๋Š” ๋ง๋„ ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด์š” ๋ช…๊ฒ€์ด๊ตฌ๋‚˜ ํ•˜๋งˆ์˜ ์•„๋“ค, ํ• ๋ ˆ์Šค์—ฌ... ํฌ๋ง์€ ์–ธ์ œ๋‚˜ ๋ฏฟ๋Š” ์ž์˜ ํŽธ์ด์•ผ
We have trusted you this far. You have not led us astray. Forgive me. I was wrong to despair. There is nothing to forgive, Legolas. We had time, I'd get this adjusted. It's a little tight across the chest. That is no Orc horn. Send for the king.
์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฏฟ์Œ์œผ๋กœ ์ด๋ˆ ์ž๋„ค์˜€๋Š”๋ฐ ์šฉ์„œํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋งŒ ์ผ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ํ”๋“ค๋ ธ์–ด ์šฉ์„œํ•  ๊ฒŒ ์–ด๋”จ๋‚˜, ๋ ˆ๊ณจ๋ผ์Šค ์‹œ๊ฐ„๋งŒ ๋„‰๋„‰ํ•˜๋ฉด ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ํ•ด๋ณผ ํ…๋ฐ ๊ฐ€์ŠดํŒ์ด ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๊ฝ‰ ์กฐ์—ฌ ์ด๊ฑด ์˜คํฌ๋“ค์˜ ๋‚˜ํŒ”์ด ์•„๋ƒ ์™•์„ ๋ชจ์…”์™€๋ผ
Open the gate! Open up the gate! How is this possible? I bring word from Elrond of Rivendell. An alliance once existed between Elves and Men. Long ago we fought and died together.
์„ฑ๋ฌธ์„ ์—ด์–ด! ์„ฑ๋ฌธ์„ ์—ด์–ด๋ผ! ์ •๋…• ๊ฟˆ์ด์š”? ์ƒ์‹œ์š”? ๋ฆฌ๋ฒค๋ธ์˜ ์—˜๋ก ๋“œ๋กœ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ์˜ ์ „๊ฐˆ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ์˜ค๋ž˜ ์ „ ๋™๋งน์ด์—ˆ๋˜ ์—˜ํ”„๋“ค๊ณผ ์ธ๊ฐ„๋“ค์€ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์‹ธ์šฐ๊ณ  ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์ฃฝ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค
We come to honor that allegiance. You are most welcome. We are proud to fight alongside Men once more. You could have picked a better spot. Well, lad, whatever luck you live by, let's hope it lasts the night. Your friends are with you, Aragorn. Let's hope they last the night. Show them no mercy...
๊ทธ ๋™๋งน์„ ์ง€ํ‚ค๋ ค๊ณ  ์™”์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๋Œ€ํ™˜์˜์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๋‹ค์‹œ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์‹ธ์šฐ๊ฒŒ ๋ผ์„œ ์ž๋ž‘์Šค๋Ÿฝ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ์ข‹์€ ์ž๋ฆฌ ์ข€ ์žก์•„๋ณด์ง€ ๊ทธ๋žฌ์–ด? ์˜ค๋Š˜ ๋ฐค์„ ๋„˜๊ธธ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ํฌ๋ง์„ ๊ฐ€์ ธ๋ณด์ž๊ณ  ์ž๋„ค ๊ณ์—” ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์ด ์žˆ๋„ค, ์•„๋ผ๊ณค ๋ถ€๋”” ๋ชจ๋‘๋“ค ์˜ค๋Š˜๋ฐค์„ ๋ฒ„ํ‹ฐ๊ธธ ์–ด๋– ํ•œ ์ž๋น„๋„ ๋ฒ ํ’€์ง€ ๋งˆ์‹œ์˜ค
for you shall receive none! What's happening out there? Shall I describe it to you? Or would you like me to find you a box? HOLD! So it begins. Prepare to fire!
์ž๋น„๋ฅผ ๋ฒ ํ’€ ์กฑ์†๋“ค์ด ์•„๋‹™๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ์–ด๋–ค ์ƒํ™ฉ์ด์•ผ? ์„ค๋ช…ํ•ด์ค„๊นŒ? ์•„๋‹˜ ๋ฐŸ๊ณ  ์˜ฌ๋ผ์„ค ๊ถค์ง์„ ๊ตฌํ•ด์ค„๊นŒ? ์‚ฌ๊ฒฉ ์ค‘์ง€! ๋งˆ์นจ๋‚ด ์‹œ์ž‘๋๊ตฐ ๋ฐœ์‚ฌ ์ค€๋น„!
Their armour is weak at the neck... and beneath the arm. Release Arrows! Did they hit anything? Give them a volley. Fire! Fire! Send them to me! Come on!
๋†ˆ๋“ค์˜ ์•ฝ์ ์€ ๋ชฉ๋œ๋ฏธ์™€ ํŒ”์˜ ํ•˜๋‹จ์ด์•ผ ๋ฐœ์‚ฌ! ๋ช…์ค‘ํ–ˆ์–ด? ์—ฐ์†์œผ๋กœ ๋ฐœ์‚ฌํ•˜๋ผ ๋ฐœ์‚ฌ! ๋ฐœ์‚ฌ! ๋†ˆ๋“ค์„ ๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ ๋ณด๋‚ด!
Ladders! Swords! Swords! Legolas! Two already! I'm on 17! Huh?! I'll have no pointy-ear outscoring me! Nineteen! Merry. We have just agreed.
์‚ฌ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋‹ค! ๊ฒ€์„ ๋ฝ‘์•„! ๋ ˆ๊ณจ๋ผ์Šค! ๋ฒŒ์จ ๋‘˜ ์ฃฝ์˜€์–ด! ๋‚œ ์—ด์ผ๊ณฑ! ์ซ‘๊ธ‹ ๊ท€ํ•œํ…Œ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์งˆ ์ˆœ ์—†์ง€! ์—ด์•„ํ™‰! ๋ฉ”๋ฆฌ ์ด์ œ ๋ง‰ ํ•ฉ์˜๋ฅผ ๋ดค์–ด
Yes? I have told your names to the Entmoot and we have agreed you are not Orcs. Well, that's good news. And what about Saruman? Have you come to a decision about him?
๊ทผ๋ฐ์š”? ๋„ˆํฌ๋“ค์ด ์˜คํฌ๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค์„ ์ „๋ถ€ ๋‹ค ์ธ์ •ํ–ˆ๋‹จ๋‹ค ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ ์ฐธ ํฌ์†Œ์‹์ด๊ตฐ์š” ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ์‚ฌ๋ฃจ๋งŒ์€์š”? ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ๋„ ๊ฒฐ์ • ๋‚ด๋ ธ๋‚˜์š”?
Now, don't be hasty, Master Meriadoc. Hasty? Our friends are out there. They need our help. They cannot fight this war on their own. War? Yes.
๊ฐ€๋งŒ, ์กฐ๊ธ‰ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๊ตด์ง€ ๋งˆ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋”๋Ÿฌ ์กฐ๊ธ‰ํ•˜๋‹ค๊ณ ์š”? ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์ด ์ €๊ณณ์— ์žˆ์–ด์š” ๋„์™€์ฃผ์งˆ ์•Š์œผ๋ฉด ์ „์Ÿ์„ ์ด๊ธธ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋‹ค๊ณ ์š” ์ „์Ÿ? ๊ทธ๋ ‡์ง€
Seventeen! Eighteen! Nineteen! Twenty! Twenty-one! Causeway! Is this it? Is this all you can conjure, Saruman? Bring him down, Legolas!
์—ด์ผ๊ณฑ! ์—ด์—ฌ๋Ÿ! ์—ด์•„ํ™‰! ์Šค๋ฌผ! ์Šค๋ฌผํ•˜๋‚˜! ์ €์ชฝ์ด๋‹ค! ๊ฒจ์šฐ ์ด๊ฑฐ์˜€๋‚˜? ๊ฒจ์šฐ ์ด๊ฑฐ์˜€๋˜ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ, ์‚ฌ๋ฃจ๋งŒ? ์ „๋ถ€ ์—†์• ๋ฒ„๋ ค, ๋ ˆ๊ณจ๋ผ์Šค!
Kill him! Kill him! Brace the gate! Hold them! Stand firm! Aragorn! Gimli! The Ents cannot hold back this storm. We must weather such things as we have always done. How can that be your decision?!
์ฃฝ์—ฌ! ์ฃฝ์—ฌ! ์„ฑ๋ฌธ์„ ์‚ฌ์ˆ˜ํ•˜๋ผ! ๋๊นŒ์ง€ ๋ง‰์•„! ์•„๋ผ๊ณค! ๊น€๋ฆฌ! ์šฐ๋ฆฐ ์ด ์ „์Ÿ์„ ๋ง‰์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋‹จ๋‹ค ํ•ญ์ƒ ๊ทธ๋ž˜์™”๋“ฏ์ด ์šฐ๋ฆฐ ๊ฒฌ๋ŽŒ๋‚ด์•ผ ํ•ด ๊ฒจ์šฐ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ๊ฒฐ์ •์ด์—ˆ์–ด์š”?
This is not our war. But you're part of this world! Aren't you?! You must help. Please. You must do something. You are young and brave, Master Merry. But your part in this tale is over.
์ด๊ฑด ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ์ „์Ÿ์ด ์•„๋ƒ ๋Œ๋“ค๋„ ์ด ์„ธ์ƒ์˜ ์ผ๋ถ€์ž–์•„์š” ์•ˆ ๊ทธ๋ž˜์š”? ๋ถ€๋”” ๋„์™€์ค˜์š”, ๋ถ€ํƒํ•ด์š” ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์ข€ ํ•ด๋ด์š” ์ž๋„จ ์ Š๊ณ  ์šฉ๊ฐํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ด๋ฒˆ์˜ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ์—์„œ ์ž๋„ค ์—ญํ• ์€ ๋๋‚ฌ์–ด
Go back to your home. Maybe Treebeard's right. We don't belong here, Merry. It's too big for us. What can we do in the end? We've got the Shire.
๊ณ ํ–ฅ์œผ๋กœ ๋Œ์•„๊ฐ€ ์–ด์ฉŒ๋ฉด ๋‚˜๋ฌด์ˆ˜์—ผ์ด ์˜ณ์€์ง€๋„ ๋ชฐ๋ผ ์ด๊ณณ์—์„œ ์šฐ๋ฆฐ ์ด๋ฐฉ์ธ์ด์•ผ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ํฐ ์ „์Ÿ์ด๊ณ  ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋ฌด์Šจ ๋„์›€์ด ๋˜๊ฒ ์–ด? ์šฐ๋ฆฌํ•œํ…Œ๋Š” ์ƒค์ด์–ด๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์ž–์•„
Maybe we should go home. The fires of Isengard will spread and the woods of Tuckborough and Buckland will burn. And... And all that was once green and good in this world will be gone.
๋Œ์•„๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์ข‹๊ฒ ์–ด ์•„์ด์„ผ๊ฐ€๋“œ์—์„œ ๋ฒˆ์ง„ ์•…์ด ํ„ฑ๋ฒ„๋กœ์šฐ์™€ ๋ฒ„ํด๋žœ๋“œ ์ˆฒ๋„ ํŒŒ๊ดด์‹œํ‚ฌ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ... ์ด ์„ธ์ƒ์˜ ๋ชจ๋“  ์ดˆ๋ก๋„ ์‚ฌ๋ผ์งˆ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ
There won't be a Shire, Pippin. Aragorn! Get your men out of there! To the Keep! Pull back to the Keep! Haldir! To the Keep! What are you doing? What are you stopping for?
์–ธ์  ๊ฐ„ ์ƒค์ด์–ด๋„ ์—†์–ด์งˆ ํ…Œ๊ณ , ํ”ผํ•€ ์•„๋ผ๊ณค! ๋™์ง€๋“ค์„ ๋Œ€ํ”ผ์‹œ์ผœ! ํ›„ํ‡ด! ์š”์ƒˆ ์•ˆ์œผ๋กœ ํ›„ํ‡ด! ํ• ๋””๋ฅด! ํ›„ํ‡ด! ๋ญ ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ? ์™œ ๊ณต๊ฒฉ์„ ๋ฉˆ์ถ”๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ?
Haldir! Brace the gate! Hold them! To the gate. Draw your swords! Make way! We cannot hold much longer! Hold them! How long do you need?
ํ• ๋””๋ฅด! ์„ฑ๋ฌธ์„ ๋ง‰์•„๋ผ! ๋†ˆ๋“ค์„ ๋ง‰์•„! ๋ฌธ์„ ๋ง‰์•„์•ผ ํ•ด ๊ฒ€์„ ๋ฝ‘์•„! ๋น„์ผœ! ๋” ์ด์ƒ ๋ฒ„ํ‹ฐ๊ธฐ ์–ด๋ ต์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค! ๊ณ„์† ๋ง‰์•„! ์–ธ์ œ ๋ณ‘๋ ฅ์ด ๋ณด๊ฐ•๋ฉ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ?
As long as you can give me. Gimli! Timbers! Brace the gate! Come on. We can take them. It's a long way. Toss me. What? I cannot jump the distance! You'll have to toss me!
์ตœ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๋Œ์–ด์•ผ ํ•ด ๊น€๋ฆฌ! ํ†ต๋‚˜๋ฌด๋ฅผ ๋ชจ์•„! ์„ฑ๋ฌธ์„ ๋ง‰์•„๋ผ! ๊ธฐ์Šต์ ์œผ๋กœ ๋ฎ์น˜์ž ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋ฉ€์–ด ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋˜์ ธ์ค˜ ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ ? ๋‚œ ์ ํ”„๋ฅผ ๋ชปํ•ด ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ ๋˜์ ธ!
Don't tell the Elf. Not a word. Shore up the door! Make way! Follow me to the barricade. Watch our backs! Throw another one over here! Higher!
๋ ˆ๊ณจ๋ผ์Šคํ•œํ… ๋น„๋ฐ€์ด์•ผ ๋งน์„ธํ•˜์ง€ ๋” ์Œ“์•„๋ผ! ๋น„์ผœ! ๋‚  ๋”ฐ๋ฅด๋ผ ๋’ค๋ฅผ ์กฐ์‹ฌํ•ด! ํ•˜๋‚˜ ๋” ๋˜์ ธ! ๋” ๋†’์ด!
Hold fast the gate! Gimli! Aragorn! Get out of there! Aragorn! Pull everybody back. Pull them back. Fall back! Fall back! They have broken through!
์„ฑ๋ฌธ์„ ์ง€์ผœ๋ผ! ๊น€๋ฆฌ! ์•„๋ผ๊ณค! ์–ด์„œ ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ์„œ ํ”ผํ•ด! ์•„๋ผ๊ณค! ์ „๋ถ€ ํ‡ด๊ฐ์‹œ์ผœ ์–ด์„œ ํ‡ด๊ฐํ•˜๋ผ! ํ›„ํ‡ด! ๋šซ๋ ธ์–ด์š”!
The castle is breached. Retreat! Fall back! Retreat! Hurry! Inside. Get them inside! Into the Keep! I will leave you at the western borders of the forest. You can make your way north to your homeland from there.
ํ•จ๋ฝ ์ง์ „์ด๋‹ค ํ‡ด๊ฐํ•˜๋ผ! ํ‡ด๊ฐํ•˜๋ผ! ํ‡ด๊ฐ! ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์•ˆ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ๋Œ€ํ”ผ์‹œ์ผœ! ์•ˆ์œผ๋กœ ํ‡ด๊ฐ! ์ˆฒ์˜ ์„œ์ชฝ ๊ฒฝ๊ณ„์— ๋„ˆํฌ๋“ค์„ ๋‚ด๋ ค์ค„๊ฒŒ ๋ถ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ€๋ฉด ๋„ˆํฌ ๊ณ ํ–ฅ์ด์•ผ
Wait! Stop! Stop! Turn around. Turn around. Take us south. South? But that will lead you past Isengard. Yes. Exactly. If we go south, we can slip past Saruman unnoticed.
๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ ค์š”! ์„œ์š”! ์„œ์š”! ๋Œ์•„๊ฐ€์š” ๋‚จ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ€์š” ๋‚จ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ? ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋ฉด ์•„์ด์„ผ๊ฐ€๋“œ๋ฅผ ์ง€๋‚˜์•ผ ํ•˜์ž–์•„ ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๊ทธ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š” ๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ์‚ฌ๋ฃจ๋งŒํ•œํ…Œ ์•ˆ ๋“คํ‚ค๋Š” ๊ธธ์ด์—์š”
The closer we are to danger, the farther we are from harm. It's the last thing he'll expect. That doesn't make sense to me. But then you are very small.
๋“ฑ์ž” ๋ฐ‘์ด ์–ด๋‘์šด ๋ฒ•์ด์ž–์•„์š” ๋†ˆ์˜ ํ—ˆ๋ฅผ ์ฐŒ๋ฅด๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์ฃ  ๋ฌด์Šจ ๋œป์ธ์ง€ ํ†ต ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๊ตฐ ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ... ๋„ˆํฌ๋Š” ์•„์ฃผ ์ž‘์ž–์•„
Perhaps you're right. South it is, then. Hold on, little Shirelings. I always like going south. Somehow it feels like going downhill. Are you mad? We'll be caught.
๊ทธ ๋ง์ด ๋งž์„์ง€๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๊ตฐ ๋‚จ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ€์ž ๊ผญ ์žก์•„๋ผ, ์ƒค์ด์–ด ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค ๋‚œ ๋‚จ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ํ•ญ์ƒ ๋ง˜์— ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด ๋‚ด๋ฆฌ๋ง‰์„ ๊ฑท๋Š” ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์ด ๋“ ๋‹จ ๋ง์ด์•ผ ๋ฏธ์ณค์–ด? ๋ถ™์žกํž ๊ฑฐ์•ผ
No, we won't. Not this time. Look! Mordor has come. The Ring will not save Gondor. It has only the power to destroy. Please, let me go.
์ฒœ๋งŒ์— ์ด๋ฒˆ์—” ์•„๋ƒ ๋ณด์„ธ์š”! ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์˜ ๊ณต๊ฒฉ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋Š” ๊ณค๋„๋ฅด๋ฅผ ๊ตฌํ•ด๋‚ด์ง€ ๋ชปํ•ด์š” ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋Š” ํŒŒ๊ดด์˜ ํž˜๋งŒ ์ง€๋…”์–ด์š” ๋ถ€ํƒ์ด์—์š” ์ €๋ฅผ ๋†”์ฃผ์„ธ์š”
Hurry. Faramir! You must let me go! And those little family of field mice that climb up sometimes, and they tickle me awfully. They're always trying to get somewhere where they-- Oh.
์„œ๋‘˜๋Ÿฌ๋ผ ํŒŒ๋ผ๋ฏธ๋ฅด! ๋ณด๋‚ด์ฃผ์…”์•ผ ๋ผ์š”! ์ž‘์€ ๋“ค์ฅ ๊ฐ€์กฑ์ด ์ด๋”ฐ๊ธˆ ์˜ฌ๋ผ์™€์„œ ๋‚  ๊ฐ„์ง€๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ํ•ด ๋…€์„๋“ค์ด ์ž๋ฆฌ์žก๋Š” ๋ถ€์œ„๋“ค์ด๋ž€...
Many of these trees were my friends. Creatures I had known from nut and acorn. I'm sorry, Treebeard. They had voices of their own. Saruman. A wizard should know better!
์—ฌ๊ธฐ ๋งŽ์€ ๋‚˜๋ฌด๋“ค์ด ๋‚ด ์นœ๊ตฌ์˜€์–ด ์•Œ๋ฐค๊ณผ ๋„ํ† ๋ฆฌ ์‹œ์ ˆ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ์•Œ๋˜ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์ด์—ˆ์ง€ ์ •๋ง ์•ˆ ๋๊ตฐ์š” ๊ทธ๋“ค๋„ ๋ชจ๋‘๊ฐ€ ๊ท€ํ•œ ์กด์žฌ์˜€์–ด ์‚ฌ๋ฃจ๋งŒ ๋‚˜๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์ฃฝ์ด๊ณ ๋„ ์„ฑํ•  ์ค„ ์•Œ์•˜๋А๋ƒ!
There is no curse in Elvish, Entish or the tongues of Men for this treachery. My business is with Isengard tonight, with rock and stone. Yes.
์—˜ํ”„ ์–ธ์–ด, ์—”ํŠธ ์–ธ์–ด... ์ธ๊ฐ„์˜ ์–ธ์–ด๋กœ๋„ ํ‘œํ˜„์ด ๋ถˆ๊ฐ€๋Šฅํ•œ ์ €์ฃผ ๋ฐ›์„ ํ–‰์œ„๋กœ๋‹ค ์˜ค๋Š˜ ๋ฐค ๋‚œ ์•„์ด์„ผ๊ฐ€๋“œ์— ๊ฐ€์„œ ๋ฐ”์œ„์™€ ๋Œ๋ฉ์ด๋กœ ์ „๋ถ€ ๋‹ค ๋ถ€์ˆด๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๊ฒ ์–ด ์ข‹์•˜์–ด!
Come, my friends. The Ents are going to war. It is likely that we go to our doom. Faramir! Orcs have taken the eastern shore. Their numbers are too great.
๊ฐ€์ž, ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์ด์—ฌ ์—”ํŠธ๋“ค๋„ ์ „์Ÿ์„ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•ด์•ผ๊ฒ ๋‹ค ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ์–ด์งธ์„œ... ์ฃฝ์œผ๋Ÿฌ ๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์ด ๋“œ๋Š” ๊ฑธ๊นŒ ํŒŒ๋ผ๋ฏธ๋ฅด! ์˜คํฌ๋“ค์ด ๋™์ชฝ ํ•ด๋ณ€์„ ํ•จ๋ฝํ–ˆ์–ด์š”, ์—„์ฒญ๋‚œ ์ˆ˜์˜ˆ์š”
By nightfall we will be overrun. Mr. Frodo? It's calling to him, Sam. His Eye is almost on me. Hold on, Mr. Frodo. You'll be all right. Take them to my father.
๋ฐค์—๋Š” ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์ˆ˜์„ธ์— ๋ชฐ๋ฆด ๊ฒ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ? ๋ฐ˜์ง€๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ถ€๋ฅด๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด ๊ฑฐ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๋ˆˆ์ด ๋‚ด๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์›Œ์กŒ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๊ฐ•ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ง˜ ๋จน์œผ๋ฉด ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์„ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š” ์•„๋ฒ„๋‹˜๊ป˜ ๋ฐ๋ ค๊ฐ€๋ผ
Tell him Faramir sends a mighty gift. A weapon that will change our fortunes in this war. Do you want to know what happened to Boromir? You want to know why your brother died?
๋ง‰๊ฐ•ํ•œ ํž˜์„ ์ค„ ์„ ๋ฌผ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ์ „ํ•ด ์ด ์ „์Ÿ์—์„œ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ์šด๋ช…์„ ๋ฐ”๊ฟ€ ๋ฌด๊ธฐ ๋ณด๋กœ๋ฏธ๋ฅด๊ฐ€ ์ฃฝ์€ ์ด์œ ๋ฅผ ์•„์„ธ์š”? ํ˜•์ด ์–ด์ฉŒ๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ์ฃฝ์—ˆ๋Š”์ง€ ์•„๋ƒ๊ณ ์š”
He tried to take the Ring from Frodo, after swearing an oath to protect him! He tried to kill him! The Ring drove your brother mad! Watch out!
์ง€์ผœ์ค€๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•˜๊ณ ์„  ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ๋กœ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ํƒ๋ƒˆ์–ด์š”! ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ฃฝ์ด๋ ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๊ณ ์š”! ๋ฐ˜์ง€๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ ๋ถ„์„ ๋ฏธ์น˜๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค๊ณ ์š”! ์œ„ํ—˜ํ•ด!
Mr. Frodo? They're here. They've come. Nazgul! Stay here. Keep out of sight. Take cover! The fortress is taken. It is over. You said this fortress would never fall while your men defend it.
ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ? ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด์•ผ ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ์™”์–ด ๋‚˜์ฆˆ๊ตด์ด๋‹ค! ์—ฌ๊ธฐ์„œ ๋ชธ์„ ์ˆจ๊ฒจ ์ˆจ์–ด๋ผ! ์š”์ƒˆ๊ฐ€ ํ•จ๋ฝ๋์–ด ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ํŒจํ•œ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ๋‹น์‹ ๋“ค์ด ์‚ฌ์ˆ˜ํ•˜๋ฉด ๋„๋–ก์—†๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ์ž–์•„์š”
They still defend it. They have died defending it. They're breaking in! They're past the door! Is there no other way for the women and children to get out of the caves?
์ฃฝ์–ด๊ฐ€๋ฉด์„œ๋„ ์•„์ง ์ง€ํ‚ค๊ณ  ์žˆ๊ณ ์š” ๋†ˆ๋“ค์ด ๋“ค์–ด์™€์š”! ์ €๋“ค์ด ์„ฑ๋ฌธ์„ ํ†ต๊ณผํ–ˆ์–ด์š”! ์—ฌ์ž๋“ค๊ณผ ์•„์ด๋“ค์„ ๋Œ€ํ”ผ์‹œํ‚ฌ ๋”ด ๊ธธ์€ ์—†์Šต๋‹ˆ๊นŒ?
Is there no other way? There is one passage. It leads into the mountains. But they will not get far. The Uruk-hai are too many. Send word for the women and children to make for the mountain pass. And barricade the entrance! So much death.
๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๊ธธ์€ ์—†๋ƒ๊ณ ์š” ์‚ฐ์†์œผ๋กœ ์ด์–ด์ง€๋Š” ๋น„๋ฐ€ํ†ต๋กœ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์ง€๋งŒ ๋ถˆ๊ฐ€๋Šฅํ•ด์š” ์šฐ๋ฃฉํ•˜์ด์กฑ ์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋งŽ์•„์š” ์—ฌ์ž์™€ ์•„์ด๋“ค์€ ๋ชจ๋‘ ์‚ฐ๊ธธ ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ€๋ผ๊ณ  ์ „๋‹ฌํ•˜๊ณ  ๋ฐฉ์–ดํ•ด์š”! ๋–ผ์ฃฝ์Œ ๋‹นํ•˜๋Š” ๊ธธ์ด์•ผ
What can Men do against such reckless hate? Ride out with me. Ride out and meet them. For death and glory. For Rohan. For your people. The sun is rising.
์ €๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋ฌด์ž๋น„ํ•œ๋ฐ ์ธ๊ฐ„๋“ค์ด ์–ด์ฉŒ๊ฒ ๋‚˜ ์ €์™€ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์‹ธ์›Œ์š” ๋†ˆ๋“ค๊ณผ ๋งž์„ญ์‹œ๋‹ค ์ฃฝ์Œ๊ณผ ์˜๊ด‘์„ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋กœํ•œ์„ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋กœํ•œ ๋ฐฑ์„ฑ๋“ค์„ ์œ„ํ•ด ํ•ด๊ฐ€ ๋œจ๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด
Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the east. Yes. Yes. The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the Deep... Yes!
5์ผ์งธ ์•„์นจ์— ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๊ฒŒ ํ•ด๋œฐ ๋ฌด๋ ต... ๋™์ชฝ์„ ๋ณด๊ฒŒ๋‚˜ ๊ทธ๋ž˜ ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๊ทธ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ํ—ฌ๋ฆ„ ํ•ด๋จธํ•ธ๋“œ์˜ ๋‚˜ํŒ”์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์ตœํ›„์˜ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„์— ํ—ฌ๋ฆ„ ํ˜‘๊ณก์—์„œ ๊ทธ๋ž˜์š”!
Let this be the hour when we draw swords together. Fell deeds, awake. Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red dawn. Forth Eorlingas! Gandalf. Theoden King stands alone.
์นผ๋‚ ์„ ์„ธ์šฐ๊ณ  ํ•จ๊ป˜ ๋ฐ€๊ณ  ๋‚˜๊ฐ€์„ธ ๊ฒฉ๋ ฌํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ฑฐ์„ผ ๋ณต์ˆ˜์˜ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด๋ฉฐ ํŒŒ๊ดด์˜ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด์ž ๊ถค๋ฉธ์‹œํ‚ฌ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด ์™”๋‹ค ์—๋„๋ผ์Šค์˜ ํ›„์˜ˆ๋“ค์ด์—ฌ! ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„ ์„ธ์˜ค๋ด ์™•์ด ํ™€๋กœ ์ผ์–ด์„ฐ๋„๋‹ค
Not alone. Rohirrim! Eomer. To the king! Yes! A hit. A fine hit. Break the dam! Release the river! Pippin! Hold on! Hold on, little Hobbits. What are you doing?
ํ˜ผ์ž๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹™๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๋กœํžˆ๋ฆผ! ์—์˜ค๋ฉ”๋ฅด! ์™•์„ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋Œ๊ฒฉ! ๋ช…์ค‘! ์™„์ „ ๋ช…์ค‘์ด์•ผ ๋Œ์„ ๋ฌด๋„ˆ๋œจ๋ ค! ๊ฐ•๋ฌผ๋กœ ์“ธ์–ด๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ์ž! ํ”ผํ•€! ๊ฝ‰ ๋ถ™์žก์•„! ๋‹จ๋‹จํžˆ ๋ถ™์žก์•„, ์ž‘์€ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค ์™œ ๊ทธ๋ž˜์š”?
Where are you going? It's me. It's your Sam. Don't you know your Sam? I know. It's all wrong. By rights, we shouldn't even be here. But we are.
์–ด๋”” ๊ฐ€์‹œ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”? ์ €์˜ˆ์š” ์ƒ˜์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์š” ์ƒ˜๋„ ๋ชป ์•Œ์•„๋ด์š”? ์•Œ์•„์š” ์ฒ˜์Œ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ์ž˜๋ชป๋์–ด์š” ์ด๊ณณ์— ์˜ค๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์•„๋…”๋‹ค๊ณ ์š” ๊ทผ๋ฐ๋„ ์šฐ๋ฆฐ ์™”์–ด์š”
It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened?
์•„์ฃผ ์œ„๋Œ€ํ•œ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ์˜ ์ค‘์š”ํ•œ ์ฃผ์ธ๊ณต์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋ง์ด์ฃ  ์•”ํ‘๊ณผ ์œ„ํ—˜์ด ๊ฐ€๋“ํ•œ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ์š” ๋๋ถ€๋ถ„์ด ๊ฑฑ์ •๋ผ์„œ ๊ฒฐ๋ง์„ ์•Œ๊ธฐ ์‹ซ์—ˆ๋˜ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ์˜ ์ฃผ์ธ๊ณต์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์ˆ˜์—†์ด ๋งŽ์€ ๋‚˜์œ ์ผ๋“ค์ด ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜ ์ด์ œ ์„ธ์ƒ์€ ์˜›๋‚ ๋กœ ๋˜๋Œ์•„๊ฐˆ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด์š”
Victory! We have victory! But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer.
์Šน๋ฆฌํ–ˆ๋„๋‹ค! ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์Šน๋ฆฌํ–ˆ๋„๋‹ค! ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ดํ† ๋ก ๋‘๋ ค์šด ์‹œ๊ฐ„์กฐ์ฐจ ํ•œ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ณผ์ •์ผ ๋ฟ์ด์—์š” ์•”ํ‘์€ ๊ฑทํžˆ๊ธฐ ๋งˆ๋ จ์ด์ฃ  ์ƒˆ ๋‚ ์ด ๋ฐ์„ ํ…Œ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ์š” ํƒœ์–‘์€ ๋”์šฑ ๋” ๋ˆˆ๋ถ€์‹œ๊ฒŒ ๋น›๋‚˜๊ณ ์š”
Those were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand.
๋‚˜๋ฆฌ๊ป˜์„œ ๊ธฐ์–ตํ•˜๋Š” ์˜›๋‚  ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ ์†์—๋Š” ํฐ ๋œป์ด ๋‹ด๊ฒจ์žˆ์—ˆ์–ด์š” ์–ด๋ฆด ์ ์—” ์ดํ•ดํ•˜๊ธฐ ์–ด๋ ค์› ๊ฒ ์ง€๋งŒ์š” ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ, ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ ์ด์   ์ดํ•ดํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์–ด์š”
I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. What are we holding on to, Sam? That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo.
์ด์   ์•Œ๊ฒ ์–ด์š” ์˜›๋‚  ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ ์†์˜ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์€ ์„ ํƒ์˜ ๊ธฐ๋กœ์—์„œ๋„ ํ”๋“ค๋ฆฌ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋˜ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š” ์šฐ๋ฆฌ์—๊ฒ ๋ญ๊ฐ€ ์†Œ์ค‘ํ•˜์ง€? ์ง€๊ธˆ ์„ธ์ƒ์— ์„ ์ด ์กด์žฌํ•œ๋‹ค๋Š” ๋ฏฟ์Œ์ด์š”
And it's worth fighting for. I think at last we understand one another, Frodo Baggins. You know the laws of our country, the laws of your father.
๋ฐ˜๋“œ์‹œ ์ง€์ผœ์•ผ ํ•  ๊ฐ’์ง„ ์ด์ƒ ๋ง์ด์—์š” ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋„ ์„œ๋กœ๋ฅผ ์ดํ•ดํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋œ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™๊ตฐ ์ด ๋‚˜๋ผ์™€ ๋ถ€์นœ์˜ ๋ฒ•์„ ์•„์‹œ์ฃ ?
If you let them go, your life will be forfeit. Then it is forfeit. Release them. Sauron's wrath will be terrible, his retribution swift. The battle for Helm's Deep is over. The battle for Middle-earth is about to begin.
์ด๋“ค์„ ๋†“์•„์ฃผ๋ฉด ์‚ฌํ˜•์„ ๋ฐ›๊ฒŒ ๋ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๋ฐ›์•„์•ผ ๋˜๋ฉด ๋ฐ›๊ฒ ๋‹ค ํ’€์–ด์ค˜๋ผ ๊ทน๋„๋กœ ๋ถ„๋…ธํ•œ ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์ด ๊ฐ€์ฐจ์—†์ด ๋ณด๋ณตํ•  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ํ—ฌ๋ฆ„ ํ˜‘๊ณก์˜ ์ „ํˆฌ๋Š” ๋๋‚ฌ์ง€๋งŒ ์ค‘๊ฐ„๊ณ„์˜ ์ „์Ÿ์€ ์ด์ œ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ์‹œ์ž‘์ด์•ผ
All our hopes now lie with two little Hobbits... somewhere in the wilderness. I wonder if we'll ever be put into songs or tales. What? I wonder if people "Let's hear about Frodo and the Ring." And they'll say, "Yes! That's one of my favorite stories."
์šฐ๋ฆฌ์˜ ํฌ๋ง์€ ๊ด‘์•ผ์—์„œ ํ—ค๋งค๊ณ  ์žˆ์„... ๋‘ ํ˜ธ๋น—์˜ ์†์— ๋‹ฌ๋ ค์žˆ์–ด ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋„ ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋‚˜ ์„คํ™”์˜ ์ฃผ์ธ๊ณต์ด ๋  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„๊นŒ์š”? ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ ? ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด 'ํ”„๋กœ๋„์™€ ๋ฐ˜์ง€' ์–˜๊ธธ ๋“ค์–ด๋ณด์ž๊ณ  ํ•˜๋ฉด ๋ชจ๋‘ ์ด๋Ÿด์ง€๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด์ž–์•„์š” "๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ œ์ผ ์ข‹์•„ํ•˜๋Š” ์–˜๊ธฐ์•ผ"
"Frodo was really courageous, wasn't he, Dad?" ""Yes, my boy." "The most famousest of Hobbits. And that's saying a lot." "Samwise the Brave."
"ํ”„๋กœ๋„๋Š” ์˜์›… ๋งž์ฃ , ์•„๋น ?" "๊ทธ๋ž˜, ์š˜์„์•„!" "๊ฐ€์žฅ ์šฉ๋งน์Šค๋Ÿฌ์šด ํ˜ธ๋น—์ด์—ˆ๋‹จ๋‹ค" '์šฉ๊ฐํ•œ ์ƒ˜' ๋ง์ด๋‹ค
I want to hear more about Sam. Frodo wouldn't have got far without Sam. Now, Mr. Frodo, you shouldn't make fun. I was being serious. Smeagol! I've got one!
๋‚œ ์ƒ˜์˜ ์–˜๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ๋” ๊ถ๊ธˆํ•ด ์ƒ˜์ด ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค๋ฉด ํ”„๋กœ๋„๋Š” ์—ฌ๊ธฐ๊นŒ์ง€ ๋ชป ์™”์„ ํ…Œ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ๋†€๋ฆฌ์ง€ ๋งˆ์„ธ์š”, ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ ์ „ ์ง„์ง€ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ•œ ๋ง์ด์—์š” ์Šค๋ฏธ๊ณจ ๋ฌผ์—ˆ์–ด
I've got a fish, Smeag. Smeagol! Pull it in. Go on. Go on. Go on. Pull it in. Deagol! Deagol? Deagol. Give us that, Deagol, my love. Why?
๋ฏธ๋ผ๋ฅผ ๋ฌผ์—ˆ์–ด, ์Šค๋ฏธ๊ณจ ์žก์•„๋‹น๊ฒจ, ์–ด์„œ ์–ด์„œ ์žก์•„๋‹น๊ฒจ ๋””๊ณจ! ๋””๊ณจ? ๋””๊ณจ... ์šฐ๋ฆฌํ•œํ…Œ ์ค˜, ๋””๊ณจ ์™œ?
Because... it's my birthday and I wants it. My... precious. Murderer. They cursed us and drove us away. Gollum. Gollum. Gollum. And we wept, precious. We wept to be so alone.
์™œ๋ƒ๋ฉด... ๋‚ด ์ƒ์ผ์ด์ž–์•„ ๊ฐ–๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด ๋‚˜์˜ ๋ณด๋ฌผ ์‚ด์ธ์ž ์šฐ๋ฆด ์ €์ฃผํ•œ ๋‚˜๋จธ์ง€ ๊ณ ํ–ฅ์—์„œ ์ถ”๋ฐฉํ–ˆ์–ด ๊ณจ๋ฃธ ๊ณจ๋ฃธ ๊ณจ๋ฃธ ์šฐ๋ฆฐ ์šธ์—ˆ์–ด, ์Šค๋ฏธ๊ณจ ์™ธํ†จ์ด๊ฐ€ ๋ผ์„œ ์Šฌํผ์„œ ์šธ์—ˆ์–ด
And we forgot the taste of bread... the sound of trees... the softness of the wind. We even forgot our own name. My... precious. Wake up!
์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋นต์˜ ๋ง›์„ ์žŠ์–ด๋ฒ„๋ ธ๊ณ  ๋‚˜๋ฌด๋“ค์˜ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์™€ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฌ์šด ๋ฐ”๋žŒ์˜ ๊ฐ์ด‰๋„ ์žŠ์–ด๋ฒ„๋ ธ์–ด ์‹ฌ์ง€์–ด ์šฐ๋ฆฌ์˜ ์ด๋ฆ„๋งˆ์ €๋„ ๋‚˜์˜ ๋ณด๋ฌผ ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜์š”
Wake up! Wake up, sleepies. We must go, yes. We must go at once. Haven't you had any sleep, Mr. Frodo? I've gone and had too much. Must be getting late.
์–ด์„œ์š” ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜์š”, ์ž ๊พธ๋Ÿฌ๊ธฐ ๊ฐ€์•ผ ๋ผ์š”, ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ์š” ์ฆ‰์‹œ ๊ฐ€์•ผ ๋ผ์š” ํ•œ์ˆจ๋„ ๋ชป ์žค์–ด์š”? ์ „ ์™„์ „ํžˆ ๊ณฏ์•„๋–จ์–ด์กŒ์–ด์š” ์ด๋Ÿฌ๋‹ค๊ฐ„ ๋Šฆ์–ด์ง€๊ฒ ์ฃ ?
No. It isn't. It isn't midday yet. The days are growing darker. Come on! Must go! No time! Not before Mr. Frodo's had something to eat. No time to lose, silly. Here.
์•„๋‹ˆ ๊ทธ๋ ‡์ง€ ์•Š์•„ ์ •์˜ค๋„ ์•ˆ ๋์ž–์•„ ์„ธ์ƒ์ด ์ ์  ์–ด๋‘์›Œ์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด ์–ด์„œ ๊ฐ€์š” ์ด๋Ÿด ์‹œ๊ฐ„ ์—†์–ด์š” ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์‹์‚ฌํ•˜๊ธฐ ์ „์—” ์•ˆ ๋– ๋‚˜ ํ—ˆ๋น„ํ•  ์‹œ๊ฐ„ ์—†์–ด์š”, ๋ฐ”๋ณด ๊ฐ™๊ธด ๋“œ์„ธ์š”
What about you? Oh, no, I'm not hungry. Leastways, not for lembas bread. Sam. All right. We don't have that much left. We have to be careful or we're going to run out.
๋„Œ? ๋ฐฐ๊ณ ํ”„์ง€ ์•Š์•„์š” ๋ ˜๋ฐ”์Šค ๋นต์€ ํŠนํžˆ์š” ์ƒ˜ ์†”์งํžˆ ๋งํ• ๊ฒŒ์š” ๋นต์ด ์–ผ๋งˆ ์—†์–ด์š” ๋ง‰ ๋จน๋‹ค๊ฐ„ ๊ณง ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ๋‚˜์š”
You go ahead and eat that, Mr. Frodo. I've rationed it. There should be enough. For what? The journey home. Come, Hobbitses. Very close now.
์–ด์„œ ๋“œ์„ธ์š”, ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ ๊ณ„์‚ฐ์„ ์ž˜ํ•ด๋†จ๊ณ  ์ œ๊ฐ€ ๋ณด๊ธฐ์—” ์ถฉ๋ถ„ํ•ด์š” ๋ญ๊ฐ€? ๋Œ์•„๊ฐˆ ๋•Œ ๋จน์„ ๋นต๊นŒ์ง„ ๊ฐ€์š”, ํ˜ธ๋น— ์ด์ œ ์•„์ฃผ ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์›Œ์กŒ์–ด์š”
Very close to Mordor. No safe places here. Hurry. I feel like I'm back at The Green Dragon after a hard day's work. Only, you've never done a hard day's work.
๋ชจ๋ฅด๋„๋ฅด์— ๋ฌด์ฒ™ ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์›Œ์š” ์—ฌ๊ธด ์œ„ํ—˜ํ•ด์š” ์„œ๋‘˜๋Ÿฌ์š” ์ฒญ๋ฃก์ •์— ๋Œ์•„์˜จ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์ด ๋“ค์–ด ๋„Œ ํž˜๋“  ์ผ์„ ํ•ด ๋ณธ ์ ๋„ ์—†์ž–์•„
Welcome, my lords... to Isengard! We are sitting on a field of victory enjoying a few well-earned comforts. The salted pork is particularly good.
์–ด์„œ ์˜ค์‹ญ์‹œ์˜ค, ์šฉ์‚ฌ๋‹˜๋“ค! ์•„์ด์„ผ๊ฐ€๋“œ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ์ €ํฌ๋Š” ์Šน๋ฆฌ์˜ ๋ฌด๋Œ€์— ์•‰์•„์„œ ๋งˆ๋•…ํ•œ ํœด์‹์„ ์ฆ๊ธฐ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š” ์†Œ๊ธˆ์ ˆ์ธ ๋ผ์ง€๊ฐ€ ํŠนํžˆ ์ผํ’ˆ์ด์—์š”
Salted pork? Young Master Gandalf. I'm glad you've come. Wood and water, stock and stone I can master. And there Saruman must remain, under your guard, Treebeard.
์†Œ๊ธˆ์ ˆ์ธ ๋ผ์ง€? ์ Š์€ ๋งˆ๋ฒ•์‚ฌ, ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„ ๋‹น์‹ ์ด ์™€์„œ ๊ธฐ์˜์˜ค ๋‚œ ๋‚˜๋ฌด์™€ ๋ฌผ๊ณผ ๋จน์„ ๊ฒƒ๊ณผ ๋Œ์„ ๊ฐ๋…ํ•˜์˜ค ์‚ฌ๋ฃจ๋งŒ์€ ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ๊ฐ์‹œ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›์•„์•ผ ๋ผ์š”
Well, let's just have his head and be done with it. No. He has no power anymore. The filth of Saruman is washing away. Trees will come back to live here.
๋ชฉ์„ ์ณ์„œ ๋ฌธ์ œ๋ฅผ ์ œ๊ฑฐํ•ด์š” ์•ˆ ๋ผ ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ด์ œ ํž˜์ด ์—†์–ด ์‚ฌ๋ฃจ๋งŒ ๋ถ€ํ•˜๋“ค์ด ๋– ๋‚ด๋ ค๊ฐ€๋Š”๊ตฐ ๋‚˜๋ฌด๋“ค์€ ๋‹ค์‹œ ์ด๊ณณ์—์„œ ์‚ด ๊ฑฐ์š”
Young trees. Wild trees. Pippin! Bless my bark! Peregrin Took! I'll take that, my lad. Quickly, now. Tonight we remember those who gave their blood to defend this country. Hail the victorious dead.
์–ด๋ฆฐ๋‚˜๋ฌด๋“ค ์•ผ์ƒ ๋‚˜๋ฌด๋“ค ํ”ผํ•€! ์„ธ์ƒ์—! ํŽ˜๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋ฆฐ ํˆญ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ณด๊ด€ํ•˜๊ฒ ๋‹ค ์–ด์„œ ์ค˜! ๋‚˜๋ผ๋ฅผ ์ง€ํ‚ค๋ ค๊ณ  ํ”ผ ํ˜๋ฆฐ ๊ทธ๋“ค์„ ์žŠ์ง€ ๋ง์ž ์Šน๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ผ๊ตฐ ๊ทธ๋“ค์—๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ์„ธ!
Hail! I am happy for you. He is an honorable man. You are both honorable men. It was not Theoden of Rohan who led our people to victory. Ah, don't listen to me.
๋งŒ์„ธ! ๊ธฐ์˜๊ตฌ๋‚˜ ๊ทธ๋Š” ํ›Œ๋ฅญํ•œ ๋‚จ์ž๋‹ค ๋‘ ๋ถ„์ด ๋‹ค ์กด๊ฒฝ์Šค๋Ÿฌ์šฐ์„ธ์š” ์šฐ๋ฆด ์Šน๋ฆฌ๋กœ ์ด๋ˆ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ๋กœํ•œ์˜ ์„ธ์˜ค๋ด์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ž€๋‹ค ๋‚ด ์Šฌํ””์€ ์‹ ๊ฒฝ ์“ฐ์ง€ ๋งˆ๋ผ
You are young. And tonight is for you. Thank you! I win! No news of Frodo? No word. Nothing. We have time. Every day, Frodo moves closer to Mordor.
๋„Œ ์ Š์ง€ ์•Š์œผ๋ƒ ์˜ค๋Š˜์€ ๋„ ์œ„ํ•œ ๋ฐค์ด๋‹ค ๊ณ ๋ง™์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๊ณ ๋งˆ์›Œ์š” ํ”„๋กœ๋„ ์†Œ์‹์€์š”? ์•„์ง์€ ์•„๋ฌด ์†Œ์‹๋„ ์—†๋„ค ์•„์ง ์‹œ๊ฐ„์€ ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋„๋ฅด๊นŒ์ง€ ๋งค์ผ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€๊ฐ€์š”
Do we know that? What does your heart tell you? That Frodo is alive. Yes. Yes, he's alive. Too risky. Too risky. Thieves. They stole it from us.
๋ญ˜ ๋ณด๊ณ  ํ™•์‹ ํ•˜์ง€? ๊ฐ€์Šด์— ๋ฌด์—‡์ด ๋А๊ปด์ง€์‹œ์ฃ ? ํ”„๋กœ๋„๋Š” ์•„์ง ์‚ด์•„์žˆ์–ด ํ‹€๋ฆผ์—†์–ด ๋งž์•„, ํ”„๋กœ๋„๋Š” ์‚ด์•„์žˆ๋„ค ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์œ„ํ—˜ํ•ด ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์œ„ํ—˜ํ•ด ๋„๋‘‘๋†ˆ๋“ค ์šฐ๋ฆฌํ•œํ…Œ์„œ ๋ณด๋ฌผ์„ ํ›”์ณค์–ด
Kill them. Kill them. Kill them both. Shh! Quiet! Mustn't wake them. Mustn't ruin it now. But they knows. They knows. They suspects us.
๊ทธ๋“ค์„ ์ฃฝ์—ฌ ์ฃฝ์—ฌ๋ฒ„๋ ค, ๋‘˜ ๋‹ค! ์กฐ์šฉํžˆ ํ•ด ๊นจ์šฐ๋ฉด ์•ˆ ๋ผ ๊ทธ๋žฌ๋‹ค๊ฐ„ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ์˜ ๊ณ„ํš์„ ๋ง์ณ ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ์•Œ์ž–์•„ ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ์•Œ์•„ ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ์šฐ๋ฆด ์˜์‹ฌํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด
What's it saying, my precious, my love? Is Smeagol losing his nerve? Never. Smeagol hates nasty Hobbitses. Smeagol wants to see them... dead.
๋ญ˜ ๋งํ•˜๋ ค๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ? ์Šค๋ฏธ๊ณจ์€ ์šฉ๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ํ”๋“ค๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์ง€? ์ ˆ๋Œ€๋กœ ์•„๋ƒ ์Šค๋ฏธ๊ณจ์€ ๋”๋Ÿฌ์šด ํ˜ธ๋น—์„ ์ฆ์˜คํ•ด ์Šค๋ฏธ๊ณจ์€ ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ์ฃฝ๋Š” ๊ฑธ ๋ณด๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด
And we will. Smeagol did it once. He can do it again. It's ours! Ours! We must get the precious. We must get it back. Patience! Patience, my love. First we must lead them to her. We lead them to the Winding Stair. Yes, the stairs. And then?
์šฐ๋ฆฐ ๊ผญ ๋ณด๊ฒŒ ๋  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ์˜›๋‚  ์Šค๋ฏธ๊ณจ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋˜ ์ฃฝ์ผ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋Š” ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ฐ˜์ง€์•ผ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ์˜ ๋ณด๋ฌผ์„ ๋˜์ฐพ์•„์•ผ๋งŒ ๋ผ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ ค ์ฐธ์„์„ฑ ์žˆ๊ฒŒ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ ค์•ผ ๋ผ ๋จผ์ € ์‹ค๋กญํ•œํ…Œ ๋ฐ๋ ค๊ฐ€์•ผ ๋ผ ๊ผฌ๋ถˆ๊ผฌ๋ถˆํ•œ ๊ณ„๋‹จ์œผ๋กœ ์œ ์ธํ•ด ๊ทธ๋ž˜, ๊ณ„๋‹จ! ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ๋‹ค์Œ์—”?
Up, up, up, up, up the stairs we go, until we come... to the tunnel. And when they go in... there's no coming out. She's always hungry. She always needs... to feed. She must eat. All she gets is filthy Orcses. And they doesn't taste very nice, does they, precious?
์œ„๋กœ, ์œ„๋กœ, ์œ„๋กœ ๊ผญ๋Œ€๊ธฐ๊นŒ์ง€ ๊ณ„์† ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์˜ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ€์•ผ ๋ผ ํ„ฐ๋„ ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ฐ๊นŒ์ง€ ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ์— ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ€๋ฉด ๋‚˜์˜ค์ง€ ๋ชปํ•ด ์‹ค๋กญ์€ ํ•ญ์ƒ ๊ตถ์ฃผ๋ ค์žˆ์–ด ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์–ธ์ œ๋‚˜ ๋จน์ด๊ฐ€ ํ•„์š”ํ•ด ๋ฌด์—‡์ด๋“  ๋จน์–ด์•ผ๋งŒ ๋ผ ๋”๋Ÿฌ์šด ์˜คํฌ๋งŒ ๋จน์–ด์™”๋Š”๋ฐ ๊ทธ๊ฑด ๋ง›์—†์ž–์•„, ์•ˆ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋ƒ?
Not very nice at all, my love. She hungers for sweeter meats. Hobbit meat. And take it for me! For us. Gollum. Gollum. The precious will be ours...
์˜คํฌ๋Š” ์ •๋ง ๋ง›์ด ์—†์–ด ๋” ๋ง›์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฑธ ๋จน๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด ํ•ด ํ˜ธ๋น—์˜ ๊ณ ๊ธฐ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋Š” ๋‚ด ์ฐจ์ง€์•ผ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ์ฐจ์ง€์•ผ ๊ณจ๋ฃธ, ๊ณจ๋ฃธ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋Š” ์šฐ๋ฆฌ์˜ ๋ณด๋ฌผ์ด ๋  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ
once the Hobbitses are dead! You treacherous little toad! No! No! Master! No, Sam! Leave him alone! I heard it from his own mouth. He means to murder us.
ํ˜ธ๋น—๋“ค์ด ์ฃฝ๊ณ  ๋‚˜๋ฉด ๋ง์ด์•ผ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ๋ฐฐ์‹ ์ž! ์•ˆ ๋ผ, ์•ˆ ๋ผ... ์ฃผ์ธ๋‹˜! ์ƒ˜, ๊ฐ€๋งŒ ๋†”๋‘ฌ ์ œ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด์š” ์šฐ๋ฆด ์ฃฝ์ด์ž๊ณ  ํ–ˆ์–ด์š”
Never! Smeagol wouldn't hurt a fly. He's a horrid, fat Hobbit who hates Smeagol and who makes up nasty lies. You miserable little maggot! I'll stove your head in!
์ ˆ๋Œ€๋กœ ์•„๋‹ˆ์—์š” ์Šค๋ฏธ๊ณจ์€ ํŒŒ๋ฆฌ ํ•˜๋‚˜๋„ ๋ชป ์ฃฝ์—ฌ์š” ๋šฑ๋•ก์ด ํ˜ธ๋น—์ด ์ƒˆ๋นจ๊ฐ›๊ฒŒ ์ง€์–ด๋‚ธ ๊ฑฐ์ง“๋ง์ด์—์š” ์Œํ‰ํ•œ ๋†ˆ! ๋จธ๋ฆด ๋ฐ•์‚ด ๋‚ผ ํ…Œ๋‹ค
Sam! Call me a liar? You're a liar! You scare him off, we're lost! I don't care! I can't do it, Mr. Frodo. I won't wait around for him to kill us! I'm not sending him away.
์ƒ˜! ๋„ค๋†ˆ์ด ๊ฑฐ์ง“๋ง์Ÿ์ด์•ผ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๊ฒ์ฃผ๋ฉด ๊ธธ์žก์ด๋ฅผ ์žƒ์–ด ์žƒ์œผ๋ผ์ฃ ! ์šฐ๋ฆด ์ฃฝ์ด๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๋ฒ„๋ ค๋‘˜ ์ˆœ ์—†์–ด์š” ๋‚ด์ซ“์ง€ ์•Š์„ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ
You don't see it, do you? He's a villain. We can't do this by ourselves, Sam, not without a guide. I need you on my side. I'm on your side, Mr. Frodo.
๋†ˆ์˜ ๋ณธ์„ฑ์„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด์‹œ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์ฃ ? ์‚ฌ์•…ํ•œ ๋†ˆ์ด์—์š” ๊ธธ์žก์ด ์—†์ด๋Š” ์ฐพ์•„๊ฐ€์ง€ ๋ชปํ•ด ๋‚˜์˜ ๋œป์„ ๋”ฐ๋ผ์ฃผ๊ธฐ ๋ฐ”๋ผ ๋‚˜๋ฆฌ ํŽธ์ธ ๊ฑฐ ์•„์‹œ์ž–์•„์š”
I know, Sam. I know. Trust me. Come, Smeagol. The stars are veiled. Something stirs in the East. A sleepless malice. The Eye of the enemy is moving.
์•Œ์•„, ์ƒ˜ ์™œ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์–ด? ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ฏฟ์–ด ๊ฐ€์ž, ์Šค๋ฏธ๊ณจ ์‚ฌ์•…ํ•œ ๊ธฐ์šด์ด ๋ณ„๋น›์„ ๊ฐ€๋ ธ์–ด ์‹ฌ์ƒ์น˜ ์•Š์€ ๊ธฐ์šด์ด ๋™์ชฝ์—์„œ ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜ ์ž ๋“ค์ง€ ์•Š๋Š” ์•…์˜ ๊ธฐ์šด ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์˜ ๋ˆˆ์ด ์›€์ง์ด๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด
What you doing? Pippin! Pippin? Pippin. What, are you mad? I just want to look at it. Just one more time. Put it back. Pippin. No!
์™œ ๊ทธ๋ž˜? ํ”ผํ•€! ํ”ผํ•€? ํ”ผํ•€ ๋ฏธ์ณค์–ด? ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ๋งŒ ๋ณผ๋ž˜ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ๋งŒ ๋”! ๋„๋กœ ๊ฐ–๋‹ค๋†” ํ”ผํ•€ ์•ˆ ๋ผ!
Pippin. I see you. Pippin! Help! Gandalf, help! Someone help him! Pippin! Fool of a Took! Look at me. Gandalf, forgive me. Look at me. What did you see?
ํ”ผํ•€ ๋„ ๋ณด์•˜๋…ธ๋ผ ํ”ผํ•€! ์‚ด๋ ค์ค˜์š”, ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„ ๋ˆ„๊ฐ€ ์ข€ ์‚ด๋ ค์ค˜์š” ํ”ผํ•€! ์–ด๋ฆฌ์„๋„๋‹ค! ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ด ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„, ์šฉ์„œํ•ด์ค˜์š” ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋˜‘๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋ด ๋ญ˜ ๋ดค๋А๋ƒ?
A tree. There was a white tree... in a courtyard of stone. It was dead. The city was burning. Minas Tirith? Is that what you saw? I saw...
๋‚˜๋ฌด์š” ํ•˜์–€ ๋‚˜๋ฌด๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์—ˆ์–ด์š” ๋Œ๋กœ ๋œ ํฐ ๋œฐ์ด์—ˆ๊ณ  ์ฃฝ์€ ๋‚˜๋ฌด์˜€์–ด์š” ๋„์‹œ๋Š” ๋ถˆํƒ€๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์–ด์š” ๋ฏธ๋‚˜์Šค ํ‹ฐ๋ฆฌ์Šค? ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ๋ณธ ๊ฑฐ๋ƒ? ์ „ ๋ดค์–ด์š”
I saw him. I could hear his voice in my head. And what did you tell him? Speak! He asked me my name. I didn't answer. What did you tell him about Frodo and the Ring?
์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์„ ๋ดค์–ด์š” ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์—์„œ ์šธ๋ ธ์–ด์š” ์–ด๋–ค ๋‚ด์šฉ์ด์—ˆ์–ด? ๋งํ•ด๋ผ! ์ด๋ฆ„์„ ๋ฌป๊ธฐ์— ๋Œ€๋‹ต ์•ˆ ํ–ˆ์–ด์š” ํ”„๋กœ๋„์™€ ๋ฐ˜์ง€์— ๋Œ€ํ•ด ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ  ๋งํ–ˆ๋‚˜?
There was no lie in Pippin's eyes. but an honest fool he remains. He told Sauron nothing of Frodo and the Ring. We've been strangely fortunate.
ํ”ผํ•€์˜ ๋ˆˆ์—๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์ง“์ด ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค ์•„์ง์€ ์ •์งํ•œ ๋ฐ”๋ณด์•ผ ํ”„๋กœ๋„์™€ ๋ฐ˜์ง€์˜ ์–˜๊ธฐ๋Š” ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๊ตฌ๋‚˜ ์šฐ๋ฆฐ ์ด์ƒํ•  ๋งŒํผ ์šด์ด ์ข‹์•˜๋‹ค
Pippin saw in the palantir a glimpse of the enemy's plan. Sauron moves to strike the city of Minas Tirith. His defeat at Helm's Deep showed our enemy one thing. He knows the heir of Elendil has come forth.
ํ”ผํ•€์€ ๋†ˆ์˜ ๊ณ„ํš์„ ์—ฟ๋ณธ ๊ฑฐ์ง€ ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์€ ๋ฏธ๋‚˜์Šค ํ‹ฐ๋ฆฌ์Šค๋กœ ํ–ฅํ•ด ๊ทธ๋Š” ํ—ฌ๋ฆ„ ํ˜‘๊ณก์—์„œ ํŒจ๋ฐฐํ•œ ์ดํ›„๋กœ ์—˜๋ Œ๋”œ์˜ ํ›„๊ณ„์ž๊ฐ€ ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ์ง€๋ฅผ ์•Œ์•„๋ดค๋‹ค
Men are not as weak as he supposed. There is courage still, strength enough perhaps to challenge him. Sauron fears this. He will not risk the peoples of Middle-earth uniting under one banner.
์ธ๊ฐ„์€ ๋†ˆ์˜ ์ƒ๊ฐ๋ณด๋‹ค ๊ฐ•ํ•ด ์‚ฌ์šฐ๋ก ์—๊ฒŒ ๋งž์„ค ์šฉ๊ธฐ๋Š” ์ถฉ๋ถ„ํ•ด ๋†ˆ์€ ๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ๋‘๋ ค์šด ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค ์•„๋ผ๊ณค์„ ์ค‘์‹ฌ์œผ๋กœ ๋ญ‰์น˜๋Š” ๊ฑธ ๊ฒฝ๊ณ„ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค
He will raze Minas Tirith to the ground before he sees a king return to the throne of Men. If the beacons of Gondor are lit, Rohan must be ready for war. Tell me...
๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์™•์ด ๋˜์–ด ๊ท€ํ™˜ํ•˜๊ธฐ ์ด์ „์— ๋ฏธ๋‚˜์Šค ํ‹ฐ๋ฆฌ์Šค๋ฅผ ์ง“๋ฐŸ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์€ ๊ฑฐ์š” ๊ณค๋„๋ฅด๊ฐ€ ์œ„ํ—˜ํ•ด์ง€๋ฉด ๋กœํ•œ์€ ์ „์Ÿ์„ ์ค€๋น„ํ•˜์‹œ์˜ค ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์™œ...
why should we ride to the aid of those who did not come to ours? I will go. No! They must be warned. They will be. You must come to Minas Tirith by another road. Follow the river. Look to the black ships. Things are now in motion that cannot be undone.
์™œ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋•์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋˜ ๊ทธ๋“ค์„ ๋„์™€์•ผ ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์š”? ์ „ ๊ฐ‘๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ์•ˆ ๋ผ! ๊ฐ€์„œ ๊ฒฝ๊ณ ํ•ด์•ผ ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๊ทธ๊ฑด ๋‹น์—ฐํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ž๋„จ ๋”ด ๊ธธ๋กœ ๋ฏธ๋‚˜์Šค ํ‹ฐ๋ฆฌ์Šค์— ๊ฐ€๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ•์„ ๋”ฐ๋ผ๊ฐ€๋ฉฐ ํ•ด์ ์„ ์„ ๋ณด๊ฒŒ ๋ฉˆ์ถ”์ง€ ์•Š์„ ๊ธฐ์šด์ด ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด
I ride for Minas Tirith... and I won't be going alone. Of all the inquisitive Hobbits, Peregrin Took, you are the worst. Hurry! Hurry! Where are we going?
๋‚œ ๋ฏธ๋‚˜์Šค ํ‹ฐ๋ฆฌ์Šค๋กœ ๊ฐ„๋‹ค ๋ฌผ๋ก  ํ˜ผ์ž์„œ ๊ฐ€์ง„ ์•Š์•„ ํ˜ธ๊ธฐ์‹ฌ ๋งŽ์€ ํ˜ธ๋น— ์ค‘์—์„œ ์ž๋„จ ์ตœ์•…์ด์•ผ ์„œ๋‘˜๋Ÿฌ! ์–ด๋””๋กœ ๊ฐ€?
Why did you look? Why do you always have to look? I don't know. I can't help it. You never can. I'm sorry, all right? I won't do it again. Don't you understand?
ํŒ”๋ž€ํ‹ฐ๋ฅด๋Š” ์™œ ๋ดค์–ด? ๋„Œ ์™œ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๊ถ๊ธˆํ•œ ๊ฒŒ ๋งŽ์•„? ๋‚˜๋„ ๋ชฐ๋ผ, ๋ณ‘์ด์ง€ ๋ญ ๋ถˆ์น˜์˜ ์ˆ˜์ค€์ด์•ผ ๋ฏธ์•ˆํ•˜๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋‹ค์‹œ๋Š” ์•ˆ ๊ทธ๋Ÿด๊ฒŒ ์•„์ง๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์–ด?
The enemy thinks you have the Ring. He's going to be looking for you, Pip. They have to get you out of here. And you--? You're coming with me? Merry? Come on. How far is Minas Tirith?
์ ์€ ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์ง„ ์ค„ ์•Œ์•„ ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๋„ ๋…ธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ์—” ์ฐพ์•„๋‚ด๊ณ  ๋ง ๊ฑฐ์•ผ ๋„ˆ๋„... ๊ฐ™์ด ๊ฐ€? ๋ฉ”๋ฆฌ ์„œ๋‘˜๋Ÿฌ ๋ฏธ๋‚˜์Šค ํ‹ฐ๋ฆฌ์Šค๊นŒ์ง„ ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ๋ฉ€์ฃ ?
Three days' ride, as the Nazgul flies. And you better hope we don't have one of those on our tail. Here. Something for the road. The last of the Longbottom Leaf.
๋‚˜์ฆˆ๊ตด์„ ํ”ผํ•ด 3์ผ๊ฐ„ ๋‹ฌ๋ ค์•ผ ๋ผ ์šฐ๋ฆด ๋’ค์ซ“์ง€ ์•Š๊ธธ ๊ธฐ๋„๋‚˜ ํ•ด๋‘ฌ ๋ฐ›์•„ ๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ธธ์— ํ”ผ์›Œ ๋งˆ์ง€๋ง‰ ๋กฑ๋ฐ”ํ…€ ์—ฐ์ดˆ์ž–์•„?
I know you've run out. You smoke too much, Pippin. But-- But we'll see each other soon. Won't we? I don't know. Merry! Merry! Take her by the safest road. A ship lies anchored in the Grey Havens. It waits to carry her across the sea.
๋„Œ ๋‹ค ๋–จ์–ด์กŒ์ž–์•„ ๋„Œ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด๋‚˜ ๊ณจ์ดˆ์•ผ ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์šฐ๋ฆฐ ๊ณง ๋งŒ๋‚  ๊ฑฐ์ž–์•„? ์•„๋ƒ? ๋ชฐ๋ผ ๋ฉ”๋ฆฌ! ๋ฉ”๋ฆฌ! ์•ˆ์ „ํ•œ ๊ธธ๋กœ ์•ˆ๋‚ดํ•ด ํšŒ์ƒ‰ ํ•ญ๊ตฌ์— ์ •๋ฐ•ํ•œ ๋ฐฐ๋กœ ๋ฐ”๋‹ค ๊ฑด๋„ˆ ๋ถˆ๋ฉธ์˜ ๋•…์— ๋ชจ์…”๋ผ
The last journey of Arwen Undomiel. There is nothing for you here, only death. Lady Arwen, we cannot delay. My lady! Tell me what you have seen. Arwen. You have the gift of foresight.
์•„๋ฅด์›ฌ์˜ ๋งˆ์ง€๋ง‰ ์—ฌ์ •์ด๋‹ค ๋„ˆ์—๊ฒ ์ฃฝ์Œ๋ฟ์ด๋‹ค ์ง€์ฒดํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ๊ณต์ฃผ๋‹˜! ๋ญ˜ ๋ณด์…จ๋˜ ๊ฑฐ์ฃ ? ์•„๋ฅด์›ฌ ์˜ˆ์ง€๋ ฅ์„ ๊ฐ€์ง€์…จ์ž–์•„์š”
What did you see? I looked into your future, and I saw death. But there is also life. You saw there was a child. You saw my son. That future is almost gone.
๋ญ˜ ๋ณด์…จ์ฃ ? ๋„ˆ์˜ ๋ฏธ๋ž˜์—๋Š” ์ฃฝ์Œ์ด ๋ณด์˜€์–ด ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ƒˆ๋กœ์šด ์‚ถ๋„ ์กด์žฌํ•ด์š” ์ œ ์–ด๋ฆฐ ์•„๋“ค๋„ ๋ณด์‹  ๊ฑฐ์ฃ ? ํฌ๋ง์ด ์‚ฌ๋ผ์ง„ ๊ฑฐ๋‚˜ ๋‹ค๋ฆ„์—†๋Š” ๋ฏธ๋ž˜์˜€์–ด
But it is not lost. Nothing is certain. Some things are certain. If I leave him now... I will regret it forever. It is time. From the ashes A fire shall be woken A light from the shadow Shall spring Renewed shall be blade That was broken The crownless again Shall be king Re-forge the sword.
์™„์ „ํžˆ ์‚ฌ๋ผ์ง„ ๊ฑด ์•„๋‹ˆ์ž–์•„์š” ํ™•์‹คํ•œ ๊ฑด ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ์—†๋‹ค ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒŒ ๋ถˆํ™•์‹คํ•œ ๊ฑด ์•„๋‹ˆ๋“ฏ์ด์š” ์ง€๊ธˆ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ํฌ๊ธฐํ•˜๋ฉด ์ „ ์˜์›ํžˆ ํ›„ํšŒํ•  ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š” ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ํƒํ• ๋ž˜์š” ํƒ€๋‹ค ๋‚จ์€ ์žฌ์—์„œ ๋ถˆ์”จ๊ฐ€ ์‚ด์•„๋‚˜๋“ฏ ์–ด๋‘  ์†์—์„œ๋„ ๋น›์ด ํผ์งˆ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š” ๋ถ€๋Ÿฌ์ง„ ๊ฒ€์€ ์ƒˆ๋กœ ๋งŒ๋“ค์–ด์ง€๊ณ  ์™•์ขŒ๊ฐ€ ์ƒˆ๋กœ์šด ์™•์„ ์˜์ ‘ํ•  ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š” ๊ฒ€์„ ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋งŒ๋“ค์–ด ์ฃผ์„ธ์š”
Your hands are cold. The life of the Eldar is leaving you. This was my choice. Whether by your will or not... there is no ship now that can bear me hence.
์†์ด ์ฐจ๊ตฌ๋‚˜ ์—˜๋‹ค๋ฅด์˜ ์ˆจ๊ฒฐ์ด ๋„ค๊ฒŒ์„œ ๋– ๋‚˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด ์ œ๊ฐ€ ์„ ํƒํ•œ ์‚ถ์ด์—์š” ์•„๋ฒ„์ง€๊ฐ€ ํ—ˆ๋ฝํ•˜๋“  ์•Š๋“  ์ €๋Š” ์—ฌ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋– ๋‚˜์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒ ์–ด์š”
We've just passed into the realm of Gondor. Minas Tirith. City of kings. Make way! It's the tree. Gandalf. Gandalf. Yes, the White Tree of Gondor. The tree of the king.
๊ณค๋„๋ฅด์˜ ๊ฒฝ๊ณ„๋ฅผ ๋ง‰ ํ†ต๊ณผํ–ˆ์–ด ๋ฏธ๋‚˜์Šค ํ‹ฐ๋ฆฌ์Šค ์™•๋“ค์˜ ๋„์‹œ ๊ธธ์„ ํŠธ์‹œ์˜ค! ๊ตฌ์Šฌ์—์„œ ๋ณธ ๋‚˜๋ฌด์˜ˆ์š” ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„, ๊ฐ„๋‹ฌํ”„ ๊ณค๋„๋ฅด์˜ ๋ฐฑ์ƒ‰๋‚˜๋ฌด ์™•์˜ ๋‚˜๋ฌด์•ผ!
Lord Denethor, however, is not the king. He is a steward only, a caretaker of the throne. Now listen carefully. Lord Denethor is Boromir's father. To give him news of his beloved son's death would be most unwise.
๋ฐ๋„ค์†Œ๋ฅด๋Š” ์™•์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ์™•์˜ ์ž๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ง€ํ‚ค๋Š” ์„ญ์ •์ผ ๋ฟ์ด์ง€ ์ž˜ ๋“ค์–ด ๋ณด๋กœ๋ฏธ๋ฅด์˜ ์•„๋ฒ„์ง€๋‹ˆ๊นŒ ๋น„๋ณด๋ฅผ ์ „ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑด ํ˜„๋ช…ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„
And do not mention Frodo or the Ring. And say nothing of Aragorn either. Hail Denethor, son of Ecthelion, lord and steward of Gondor. I come with tidings in this dark hour, and with counsel.
ํ”„๋กœ๋„๋‚˜ ๋ฐ˜์ง€๋„ ์–ธ๊ธ‰ํ•˜์ง€ ๋งˆ ์•„๋ผ๊ณค์˜ ์–˜๊ธฐ๋„ ์ ˆ๋Œ€๋กœ ํ•˜์ง€ ๋ง๊ณ  ์—‘์…€๋ฆฌ์˜จ์˜ ์•„๋“ค ๋ฐ๋„ค์†Œ๋ฅด ๋งŒ์„ธ ๊ณค๋„๋ฅด์˜ ์„ญ์ •์ด์‹œ์—ฌ ๋ถˆ๊ธธํ•œ ๋•Œ์— ์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ ๊ธฐ๋ณ„๊ณผ ์กฐ์–ธ์„ ์ „ํ•˜๋Ÿฌ ์™”์†Œ์ด๋‹ค
Perhaps you come to explain this. Perhaps you come to tell me why my son is dead. Boromir died to save us... my kinsman and me. He fell defending us from many foes. Pippin! Get up. War is coming.
์ด๊ฑธ ์„ค๋ช…ํ•˜๋Ÿฌ ์˜จ ๊ฑฐ๊ฒ ์ง€? ์•„๋“ค์ด ์–ด์ฉŒ๋‹ค ์ฃฝ์—ˆ๋Š”์ง€๋ฅผ ๋ง์ด์˜ค ์ œ ์นœ๊ตฌ์™€ ์ €๋ฅผ ๊ตฌํ•˜๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ๋ชฉ์ˆจ์„ ์žƒ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ์ˆ˜๋งŽ์€ ์ ์„... ํ”ผํ•€ ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜ ๊ณง ์ „์Ÿ์ด ์‹œ์ž‘๋ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค