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The enemy is on your doorstep. As steward, you are charged with the defense of this city. Where are Gondor's armies?
You still have friends. You are not alone in this fight.
Send word to Theoden of Rohan. Light the beacons.
You think you are wise, Mithrandir. | ์งํฌ ์๋ฌด๊ฐ ์์ต๋๋ค ๊ณค๋๋ฅด์ ๊ตฐ๋๋ ์ด๋ ์์ต๋๊น?
์์ง ๋๋งน๊ตฐ์ด ์์ต๋๋ค ํผ์ ์ธ์ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ด ์๋๋
๋กํ์ ์ธ์ค๋ด์๊ฒ ์ง์ ์์ฒญ์ ํ์๊ณ ๋ดํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐํ์ญ์์ค
๋น์ ์์ ์ด ํ๋ช
ํ๋ค๊ณ ๋ฏฟ์? |
Yet for all your subtleties, you have not wisdom.
Do you think the eyes of the White Tower are blind?
I have seen more than you know.
With your left hand you would use me as a shield against Mordor.
And with your right you'd seek to supplant me. | ๋น์ ์ ํ๋ช
ํ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋ถ์ด ์๋์ค
๋ฐฑ์ ํ์ ๋์ด ๋จผ ์ค ์์์ค?
๋ ๋น์ ์ด ์๋ ๊ฒ๋ณด๋ค ๋ ๋ง์ ๊ฑธ ๋ณด์์
๋ ์ด์ฉํด์ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋๋ฅด์ ๋ง์๊ณ
๊ทธ๋ค์์ ๋ ๋ฐ์ด๋ผ ๊ณํ ์๋์ค? |
I know who rides with Theoden of Rohan.
Oh, yes. Word has reached my ears of this Aragorn, son of Arathorn.
Authority is not given to you to deny the return of the king, steward. | ๋๊ฐ ์ธ์ค๋ด๊ณผ ์์ก์๋์ง ์์ค
์๋ผ๊ณค ์๊ธฐ๋ ์ด๋ฏธ ๋ค์์ ์๋ผ์์ ์๋ค ๋ง์ด์ค
์์ ๊ทํ์ ๋ง์ ๊ถํ์ด ์์์, ์ญ์ ! |
The rule of Gondor is mine and no other's.
Come.
So I imagine this is just a ceremonial position. I mean... they don't actually expect me to do any fighting... | ๊ณค๋๋ฅด๋ ๋ด๊ฐ ํต์นํ์ค ์ค์ง ๋๋ง์ด!
๋ฐ๋ผ์
์ ํํ
์์ ํ ์์ง์ ์ธ ์ง์์ฃ ? ์ ๊ฐ ์ ํฌ๋ฅผ ํ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ ๋ฏฟ๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ์๊ฒ ์ฃ ? |
do they? You're in the service of the steward now.
You're going to have to do as you're told, Peregrin Took, Guard of the Citadel.
It's so quiet. | ์ ๊ทธ๋์? ๋ ์ด์ ์ญ์ ์ ์ฌ๊ธด๋ค
์ญ์ ์ ๋ง๋๋ก ํํ์ฌ์ผ ํ๋ค ๊ฒฝ๋น๋์, ํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฆฐ ํญ
๋๋ฌด๋ ๊ณ ์ํด์ |
It's the deep breath before the plunge.
I don't want to be in a battle...
but waiting on the edge of one I can't escape is even worse.
Is there any hope, Gandalf, for Frodo and Sam? | ํญํ์ ์ผ์ ๊ณ ์๋ ์ด๋ฐ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค
์ ์ธ์ฐ๊ธฐ ์ซ์ด์
๋๋ง๋ ๋ชป ๊ฐ๋ค๋ ๊ฑด ๋ ๋น๊ทน์ด๊ณ ์
ํฌ๋ง์ด ์๋ ๊ฑธ๊น์? ํ๋ก๋์ ์? |
There never was much hope.
Just a fool's hope.
Our enemy is ready.
His full strength's gathered.
Not only Orcs, but Men as well.
Legions of Haradrim from the south... | ํฌ๋ง์ ์ธ์ ๋ ํฌ๋ฐํ๋ค
๋ฉ์ฒญ์ด๋ค์ ํฌ๋ง ๋ง๊ณ ๋
์ ์ ์ค๋น๋ฅผ ๋๋์ด
๋ชจ๋ ๋๋งน๊ตฐ์ ๋ค ๊ฒฐ์งํ๋ค
์คํฌ๋ค๋ฟ๋ง ์๋๋ผ ์ธ๊ฐ๊น์ง
๋จ์ชฝ์ ํ๋ผ๋๋ฆผ์ ๋ฌด์ํ ๋ณ๋ ฅ์ด... |
mercenaries from the coast.
All will answer Mordor's call.
Come on.
This will be the end of Gondor as we know it.
Here the hammer stroke will fall hardest.
But we have the White Wizard. That's got to count for something. | ํด์ ์ชฝ์๋ ์ฉ๋ณ๋ค์ด ์์ฒญ๋
๋ชจ๋ฅด๋๋ฅด๊ฐ ๋ถ๋ฅด๋ฉด ๋ชจ๋๊ฐ ๋ณต์ข
ํ ๊ฑฐ์ผ
์ด์!
๊ณค๋๋ฅด์ ์ตํ๊ฐ ๋์์ ๋ค๊ฐ์์ด
์ต์
์ ์ด์๊ณผ ํ๊ดด๊ฐ ๋ถ๊ฐํผํด
์ฐ๋ฆฐ ๋ฐฑ์์ ๋ง๋ฒ์ฌ๊ฐ ์์์์ ๊ฐ์ฅ ์ค์ํ ๋๋งน๊ตฐ์ด์์์ |
Gandalf?
Sauron has yet to reveal his deadliest servant...
the one who will lead Mordor's armies in war.
The one they say no living man can kill. | ๊ฐ๋ฌํ?
์ฌ์ฐ๋ก ํํ
๋ ์๊ธฐ ๊ตฐ๋๋ฅผ ์ด๋
๊ฐ์ฅ ๋ง๊ฐํ ๋ถํ๊ฐ ํ๋ ์์ด
์ธ๊ฐ์ผ๋ก ์ฃฝ์ผ ์ ์๋ ๋์ด์ผ |
The Witch-king of Angmar.
You've met him before.
He stabbed Frodo on Weathertop.
He is the lord of the Nazgul, the greatest of the Nine.
Minas Morgul is his lair. | ์๊ทธ๋ง๋ฅด์ ๋ง์ ์ฌ ์์ด์ผ
์๋ค๋ ๋ง๋ ์ ์์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ
์จ๋ํฑ์์ ํ๋ก๋๋ฅผ ์ฐ๋ ์ง
์ํ ๋์ฆ๊ตด ์ค ๊ฐ์ฅ ์๋ํ์ง
๋ฏธ๋์ค ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ตด์ ๋์ ์์ญ์ด๋ค |
The Dead City.
Very nasty place. Full of... enemies.
Quick. Quick.
They will see. They will see.
Come away. Come away. Look, we have found it. | ์ฃฝ์์ ๋์์์
์์ฃผ ๋๋ฌ์ด ๊ณณ์ด๊ณ ์จํต ์ ๋ค๋ก ๊ฐ๋ํด์
์๋๋ฌ์, ์ด์์
์ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ฉด ๋ค์ผ์
๊ทธ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์ง ๋ง์ธ์ ์ฐพ์์ด์, ๊ณ๋จ์ด์์ |
The way into Mordor.
The secret stair.
Climb.
No, Mr. Frodo! Not that way!
What's it doing? No!
They're calling me. No!
Hide! Hide!
I can feel his blade.
We come to it at last. | ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋๋ฅด๋ก ์ด์ด์ง๋
๋น๋ฐ์ ๊ณ๋จ์ด์์
์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ์
๋๋ฆฌ, ์ ๋ผ์ ๊ทธ์ชฝ์ ์ ๋ผ์
์ ์ ๋์? ์ ๋ผ์
๋์ฆ๊ตด์ด ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ถ๋ฌ ์ ๋ผ์
์จ์ด์! ์ด์์!
๋์ ์นผ๋ ์ด ๋๊ปด์ ธ
์ด๋ช
์ ์๊ฐ์ด ์ค๊ณ ์ผ ๋ง์์ด |
The great battle of our time.
Come away, Hobbits. We climb. We must climb.
The board is set.
The pieces are moving.
Peregrin Took, my lad, there is a task now to be done. | ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์์ ์ต๋์ ์ ํฌ๋ค
์ด์ ๊ฐ์ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ์ผ ๋ผ์
์ฃผ์ฌ์๋ ๋์ ธ์ก์ด
๋ณ๋ ฅ์ด ์ด๋์ ์์ํ๋ค
ํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฆฐ ํญ ๋ค๊ฐ ํ ์ผ์ด ์์ด |
Another opportunity for one of the Shire-folk to prove their great worth.
You must not fail me.
Quiet.
To the river. Quick. Quick. Go. Go.
Come on. | ์ค์ด์ด ๋ฐ์ธ์กฑ๋ค์ ์ฐ์ํจ์ ์ฆ๋ช
ํด๋ณด๋ ด
์ค๋งํ๊ฒ ํ์ง ๋ง๋๋ก!
์กฐ์ฉํ ํ๋ผ
๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ์ผ๋ก ์ด๋ํด ๋นจ๋ฆฌ!
์ด์! |
Faster.
Draw swords.
What?
Amon Din.
The beacon. The beacon of Amon Din is lit.
The beacons of Minas Tirith! The beacons are lit!
Gondor calls for aid. | ๋ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์ ์ด
๊ฒ์ ๋ฝ์๋ผ
๋ญ์ผ?
์๋ชฌ ๋์ ๋ดํ์ผ
์๋ชฌ ๋์ ๋ดํ๊ฐ ์ ํ๋๋ค!
๋ฏธ๋์ค ํฐ๋ฆฌ์ค์ ๋ดํ๊ฐ ํ์ค๋ฆ
๋๋ค
๊ณค๋๋ฅด๊ฐ ๋์์ ์ฒญํ์ด์ |
And Rohan will answer.
Muster the Rohirrim.
Assemble the army at Dunharrow.
As many men as can be found. You have two days.
On the third, we ride for Gondor and war. | ๋กํ์ด ํ๋ตํ ๋๋ก๋ค
๊ตฐ๋๋ฅผ ์ง๊ฒฐ์ํค๋ผ
๋ํ๋ก์ฐ์ ๊ตฐ๋๋ฅผ ์ง๊ฒฐ์์ผ
์ต๋ํ ๋ง์ด ์ดํ ์ฃผ๊ฒ ๋ค
3์ผ์งธ ๋๋ ๋ ๊ณค๋๋ฅด๋ก ์ง๊ตฐํ๋ค |
Forward. Very good, sir.
Gamling. My lord.
Make haste across the Riddermark.
Summon every able-bodied man to Dunharrow.
I will.
Will you ride with us? Just to the encampment. | ์ ์์ด๋ค ์๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค
๊ฐ๋ง ์ ํ
์ด์ ๋ฆฌ๋๋งํฌ๋ฅผ ๋ ๋๋ผ
๋ชจ๋ ์ฅ์ ์ ๋ํ๋ก์ฐ์ ๋ชจ์ผ๊ฒ
๋ค
๊ฐ์ด ๊ฐ ๊ฑฐ์? ์ผ์์ง๊น์ง๋ง์ |
It's tradition for the women of the court to farewell the men.
The men have found their captain.
They will follow you into battle, even to death. | ๋จ์๋ค ์ ์ก์ ์ฌ์๋ค ์ ํต์ด์์
๋น๋ก์ ๋์ฅ์ ๋ง๋ ๊ตฐ์ธ๋ค์
์ฃฝ์์ ๊ฐ์คํ๊ณ ๋น์ ์ ๋ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ์์ |
You have given us hope.
So it is before the walls of Minas Tirith the doom of our time will be decided.
Now is the hour. Riders of Rohan, oaths you have taken.
Now, fulfill them all. To lord and land! Hyah! | ๋น์ ์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ์ ํฌ๋ง์ด์์
๋ฏธ๋์ค ํฐ๋ฆฌ์ค์ ์ฑ๋ฒฝ ์์ ์ด๋ฅด๋ฉด ์ฐ๋ฆฌ์ ์ด๋ช
์ ์๊ฐ์ด ๊ฒฐ์ ๋๊ฒ ๊ตฐ
๋ง์นจ๋ด ๋๊ฐ ์๋ค ๋กํ ๊ธฐ๋ง๋์ฌ! ๊ท๊ด๋ค์ ๋งน์ธ์ฒ๋ผ
์ ํ์ ๋กํ์ ์ํ์ฌ ์ธ์ฐ์! |
Faramir!
We can't hold them. The city is lost.
Tell the men to break cover. We ride for Minas Tirith.
Nazgul.
Take cover!
Nazgul!
Fall back. Fall back to Minas Tirith!
Fall back! | ํ๋ผ๋ฏธ๋ฅด!
๋ฐฉ์ด๋ ๋ถ๊ฐ๋ฅํด์ ๋์๋ ํจ๋ฝ๋์ด์
๋ฏธ๋์ค ํฐ๋ฆฌ์ค๋ก ํด๊ฐํ๋ค๊ณ ์๋ ค
๋์ฆ๊ตด์ด์ผ
ํด๊ฐํ๋ผ
๋์ฆ๊ตด!
๋ฏธ๋์ค ํฐ๋ฆฌ์ค๋ก ์ ๋ถ ํด๊ฐํด
ํํด! |
Retreat! Retreat! Come on!
The age of Men is over.
The time of the Orc has come.
Take cover!
Take cover, my lord!
It's coming!
It's Mithrandir. The White Rider!
Pull! | ํํด, ํํด! ์ด์!
์ธ๊ฐ์ด ์ง๋ฐฐํ๋ ์๋๋ ๋๋๊ณ
์คํฌ์ ์๋๊ฐ ์๋ค
์กฐ์ฌํด์!
์๋ฅผ ์กฐ์ฌํด์!
๊ทธ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์!
๋ฏธ์ค๋๋๋ฅด์ผ! ๋ฐฑ์์ ๊ธฐ์ฌ
์ด์ด๋ผ |
Mithrandir.
They broke through our defenses.
They've taken the bridge and the west bank.
Battalions of Orcs are crossing the river. It is as the Lord Denethor predicted. | ๋ฏธ์ค๋๋๋ฅด
์ ์ด ๋ฐฉ๋ฒฝ์ ๋ซ์๊ณ
๋ค๋ฆฌ์ ์์ชฝ ๋์ ์ฅ์
ํ์ต๋๋ค
์ฐ๋ ๋ณ๋ ฅ์ ์คํฌ๊ฐ ์ต๋๋ค ๋ฐ๋ค์๋ฅด์ ์์ธ๊ณผ ์ผ์นํฉ๋๋ค |
Long has he foreseen this doom. Foreseen and done nothing.
Faramir?
This is not the first Halfling to have crossed your path.
No.
You've seen Frodo and Sam? | ์ค๋์ ๋ถํฐ ๋ง์ํ์
จ์์์ ์์ธ๋ง ํ๊ณ ์ค๋น๋ ์ ํ์๋
ํ๋ผ๋ฏธ๋ฅด?
์ฒ์ ๋ณด๋ ํธ๋น์ด ์๋ ํ
๋ฐ?
๋ฌผ๋ก ์ด์ฃ
ํ๋ก๋์ ์์ ๋ณธ ๊ฑฐ์ฃ ? |
Where? When? In Ithilien.
Not two days ago.
Gandalf, they're taking the road to the Morgul Vale.
And then the pass of Cirith Ungol.
What does that mean? | ์ด๋์? ์ธ์ ? ์ด์ค๋ฆฌ์!
์ดํ์ด ์ ๋์ด์
๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ตด ๊ณ๊ณก์ ํ๋ ์ค์ด์์
๊ทธ๋ ๋ค๋ฉด ๋ค์์ ํค๋ฆฌ์ค ์
๊ณจ์ด์ผ
๋ฌด์จ ๋ป์ด์ฃ ? |
What's wrong? Faramir, tell me everything.
Careful, master. Careful.
Very far to fall.
Very dangerous are the stairs.
Come, master.
Come to Smeagol. | ์ ๊ทธ๋์? ํ๋ผ๋ฏธ๋ฅด, ์ ๋ถ ๋งํด๋ณด๊ฒ
์กฐ์ฌํ์ธ์, ์ฃผ์ธ๋!
๋จ์ด์ง๋ฉด ๊น๋ง๋ํด์
๊ณ๋จ์ด ๊ต์ฅํ ์ํํด์
์ด์ ์์, ์ฃผ์ธ๋!
์ค๋ฏธ๊ณจํํ
์ค์ธ์ |
Mr. Frodo!
Get back, you!
Don't touch him!
Why does he hates poor Smeagol?
What has Smeagol ever done to him?
Master?
Master carries heavy burden. | ํ๋ก๋ ๋๋ฆฌ
๋ค๋ก ๋ฌผ๋ฌ์
์ฃผ์ธ๋์ ๊ฑด๋๋ฆฌ์ง ๋ง
๊ฐ์ฌ์ด ์ค๋ฏธ๊ณจ์ ์ ๋ฏธ์ํ์ฃ ?
์ ๊ฐ ๋ฌด์จ ์ง์ ํ๊ธฐ์์?
์ฃผ์ธ๋?
์ฃผ์ธ๋๊ป์ ํ๊ฒจ์ด ์ง์ ์ด๋ฐ ์ค์ด์ธ์ |
Smeagol knows. Heavy, heavy burden.
Fat one cannot know.
Smeagol look after master.
He needs it. Smeagol sees it in his eye.
Very soon, he will ask you for it. You will see. | ์ค๋ฏธ๊ณจ์ ์์์ ๊ต์ฅํ ํ๊ฒจ์ด ์๋ฌด์์์
๋ฑ๋ก์ด๋ ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ์ดํดํ์ง ๋ชปํด์
์ ๊ฐ ์ฃผ์ธ๋์ ๋ณด์ดํ๊ฒ์
๊ทธ์ ๋ ์์์ ํ์์ ๋ดค์ด์
๋จธ์์ ์ฃผ์ธ๋ํํ
๊ทธ๊ฑธ ์๊ตฌํ ๊ฑฐ์์, ๋๊ณ ๋ณด์ธ์ |
The fat one will take it from you.
Send forth all legions.
Do not stop the attack until the city is taken.
Slay them all.
What of the wizard? I will break him. | ๋ฑ๋ณด๊ฐ ๋ฐ์ง๋ฅผ ๋บ์ด๊ฐ ๊ฑฐ์์
๋ชจ๋ ๊ตฐ๋๋ฅผ ์ ๋ถ ๋ณด๋ด๋ผ
๋์๊ฐ ํจ๋ฝ๋๋ ์๊ฐ๊น์ง ๊ณต๊ฒฉํด์
๋ชจ์กฐ๋ฆฌ ์ฃฝ์ฌ๋ผ
๋ง๋ฒ์ฌ๋์? ๋์ ๋ชฉ์จ๊ณผ ํ์ ๋ด๊ฐ ์ง๋ฐ๊ฒ ๋ค |
What of Theoden's riders?
Will Rohan's army come?
Mithrandir.
Courage is the best defense that you have now.
And I shall not forget it, nor fail to reward that which is given. | ์ธ์ค๋ด์ ๊ธฐ๋ง๋ณ์ ์ด๋ ์์ฃ ?
๋กํ์ ๊ตฐ๋๊ฐ ์ค๊ธด ์ต๋๊น?
๋ฏธ์ค๋๋๋ฅด
ํ์ฌ๋ก์ ์ฉ๊ธฐ๋ง์ด ์ต๊ณ ์ ๋ฐฉ์ด์ฑ
์ด๋ค
์๋ค์๊ฒ ์ค ์๋ ์์ง ์๊ฒ ๋
ธ๋ผ |
Fealty with love.
Disloyalty with vengeance.
What would you have me do? I will not yield the river in Pelennor unfought.
Osgiliath must be retaken. | ์ถฉ์ฑ์๋ ์ฌ๋์ผ๋ก
๋ถ๋ณต์ข
์ ๋ณต์๋ก ๋ณด์ํ๊ฒ ๋ค
์ ๊ฐ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ํ ๊น์? ํ ๋ ๋
ธ๋ฅด์ ๊ฐ๊ณผ ์์๋ฅผ ์ฌ์ํ๊ณ
์ค์ค๊ธธ๋ฆฌ์์ค๋ฅผ ๊ผญ ํํํด์ผ ํ๋ค |
My lord, Osgiliath is overrun.
Much must be risked in war.
You wish now that our places had been exchanged.
That I had died and Boromir had lived. | ๊ฑฐ๊ธด ์คํฌ๋ค์ด ์ฅ์
ํ์ต๋๋ค
์ ์์ ์๋ง์ ์ํ์ด ๋ฐ๋ฅด๋ ๋ฒ
์ ํฌ ์
์ฅ์ด ๋ฐ๋์๊ธธ ๋ฐ๋ผ์ฃ ?
์ ๊ฐ ์ฃฝ๊ณ ํ์ด ์ด์์๋ ๊ฑธ ์ํ์์์์ |
Yes.
I wish that.
Since you were robbed of Boromir...
I will do what I can in his stead.
If I should return, think better of me, Father.
That will depend on the manner of your return. | ๊ทธ๋
๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋๋ค
ํ์ ์ฃฝ์์ด ๋ถ๊ณตํํ๋ค ์ถ์ผ๋ฉด
๋์ ์ ์ ๊ฐ ๋ญ๋ ํ๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค
์ ๊ฐ ์ด์์ ๋์์ค๋ฉด ๋ ๊ทํ ์๋ค๋ก ๋ํด์ฃผ์ธ์
๋ค๊ฐ ์น๋ฆฌํ๋๋ ํจํ๋๋์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ๋ค๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ง |
What are you up to?
Sneaking off, are we?
Sneaking?
Fat Hobbit is always so polite.
Sneak?
Very nice friend. Oh, yes, my precious.
Very nice, very nice. All right. All right! | ๋ฌด์จ ์ง์ด์ผ?
ํ์ณ์ ๋๋ง์น ์๊ฐ์ด์์ง?
ํ์ณ์...
๋ฑ๋ก์ด ํธ๋น์ ์ธ์ ๋ ์ ์คํ๊ตฐ์
ํ์ณ?
์ ๋ง๋ก ์ ์คํ ์น๊ตฌ๊ตฐ์
์ ๋ง ๋ฉ์ ธ์ ์์์ด |
You just startled me is all.
What were you doing?
Sneaking.
Fine. Have it your own way.
I'm sorry to wake you, Mr. Frodo.
We have to be moving on. | ๋ค๊ฐ ๋ ๋๋ผ๊ฒ ํด์ ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ด
๋ญ ํ๋ ์ค์ด์์ด?
๋๋ง์น ์ค๋น
์ข์, ๋ค ๋ฉ๋๋ก ํด
๊นจ์์ ์ฃ์กํด์
๊ณ์ ๊ฐ์ผ ๋ผ์ |
It's dark still.
It's always dark here.
It's gone!
The Elven bread. What?
That's all we have left.
He took it. He must have!
Smeagol? No, no, not poor Smeagol. | ์์ง ์ด๋ก์์
์ฌ๊ธด ํญ์ ์ด๋์ด ๊ฑธ์
์์ด์ก์ด์
์ํ์ ๋นต ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ ?
๊ทธ๊ฒ ๋ค์์์
์ด๋์ด ํ์ณ๊ฐ์ด์, ํ๋ฆผ์์ด์
์ ๊ฐ์? ๊ฐ์ฌ์ด ์ค๋ฏธ๊ณจ์ ์ ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ด์ |
Smeagol hates nasty Elf bread.
You're a lying wretch! What did you do with it?!
He doesn't eat it.
He can't have taken it. Look.
What's this? | ์ค๋ฏธ๊ณจ์ ์ํ ๋นต ์ซ์ดํด์
๊ฑฐ์ง๋ง! ๋นต์ ์ด๋กํ์ด?
๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋จน์ด
ํ์ณค์ ๋ฆฌ ์์ด ๋ณด์ธ์
์ด๊ฑด ๋ญ์ฃ ? |
Crumbs on his jacketses. He took it! He took it.
I seen him. He's always stuffing his face when master's not looking.
That's a filthy lie!
You stinking, two-faced sneak! | ๋ถ์ค๋ฌ๊ธฐ์์ ๊ทธ์ ์ง์ด์์ ๋ฑ๋ก์ด๊ฐ ๋จน์์ด์
์ฃผ์ธ๋ ์ ๋ณผ ๋๋ง๋ค ๋ฐฐ ์ฑ์ฐ๋ ๊ฑธ ๋ดค์ด์
๊ฑฐ์ง๋ง!
๋ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์ญ๊ฒจ์ด ๋๋๋! |
Sam! Call me--
Stop it!
Sam!
I'll kill him! Sam! No!
Oh, my-- I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to go so far. I was just so-- So angry.
Here, just-- Let's just rest a bit. I'm all right. No.
No, you're not all right. You're exhausted. | ์! ๋ค๋์ด...
๊ทธ๋งํด
์!
์ฃฝ์ผ๋์ ์ ๋ผ
์ฃ์กํด์, ์ด๋ด ๋ป๊น์ง ์์์ด์ ๋๋ฌด ํ๊ฐ ๋์ ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ด์
์ฐ๋ฆฌ... ์กฐ๊ธ๋ง ์ฌ์ด์ ๋ ๊ด์ฐฎ์ ์๋จ
๊ด์ฐฎ์ง ์์์ ํ์งํ์ด์ |
It's that Gollum.
It's this place.
It's that thing around your neck.
I could help a bit.
I could carry it for a while.
Carry it for a while. | ๊ณจ๋ฃธ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๊ณ
์ฌ๊ธฐ ์
์ ๋
๋๋ฌธ์ด์์
๋ชฉ์ ๊ฑธ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๊ณ ์
์ ๊ฐ ์ข ๋์๋๋ฆด๊ฒ์
์ ๊ฐ ์กฐ๊ธ๋ง ์ด๋ฐํด๋๋ฆด๊ฒ์
์ด๋ฐํด ๋๋ฆด๊ฒ์... |
Share the load. The load... The load... The load...
Get away!
I don't want to keep it.
I just want to help.
See? See? He wants it for himself. | ํ๊ฒจ์ด ์๋ฌด๋ฅผ... ์ ์ ๋๋์ด์
์ ๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ!
์ ๊ฐ์ง ์๊ฐ ์์ด์
๋๊ณ ์ถ์ ๊ฑฐ์์
๋ดค์ฃ ? ์ ๋ดค์ฃ ? ํผ์ ์ฐจ์งํ๋ ค๋ ์์
์ด์์ |
Shut up, you!
Go away! Get out of here!
No, Sam.
It's you.
I'm sorry, Sam.
But he's a liar.
He's poisoned you against me.
You can't help me anymore. | ๋ ๋ฅ์ณ!
๊บผ์ ธ! ์์ด์ ธ!
์ฒ๋ง์, ์
๋ค๊ฐ ์์ด์ ธ
๋ฏธ์ํด, ์
๊ณจ๋ฃธ์ ๊ฑฐ์ง๋ง์์ด์์
์ ๋ฅผ ๋ฏธ์ํ๋๋ก ์ต๋ฉด์ ๊ฑด ๊ฑฐ์์
๋ค ๋์์ ์ด์ ํ์ ์์ด |
You don't mean that.
Go home.
Faramir!
Faramir!
Your father's will has turned to madness.
Do not throw away your life so rashly.
Where does my allegiance lie if not here? | ์ง์ฌ์ด ์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ฃ ?
์ง์ ๋์๊ฐ
ํ๋ผ๋ฏธ๋ฅด
ํ๋ผ๋ฏธ๋ฅด
์๋ค ์๋ฒ์ง์ ์๊ตฌ๋ ์ง๋์ณค๋ค
๋ฌด๋ชจํ๊ฒ ๋ชฉ์จ์ ๋์ง์ง ๋ง๊ฒ
๊ณค๋๋ฅด๋ฅผ ์ํ๋ ๊ธธ ์๋๋๊น? |
Your father loves you, Faramir.
He will remember it before the end.
Can you sing, Master Hobbit?
Well...
yes.
At least, well enough for my own people. | ์๋ฒ์ง๋ ์๋ฌ ์ฌ๋ํ๋ค
์ฃฝ๊ธฐ ์ ์๋ ๊นจ๋ซ๊ฒ ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ
๋
ธ๋ํ ์ค ์๋?
๊ธ์์...
๋ค
์ ์ด๋ ์ ํฌ ๋ฐฑ์ฑ๋ค์ ์ํด์๋์ |
But we have no songs for great halls...
and evil times.
And why should your songs be unfit for my halls?
Come, sing me a song.
March! March! | ๋ถ๊ธธํ ์๋์ ๊ฑฐ๋ํ ๊ถ ์์์
๋ถ๋ฅผ ๋
ธ๋๋ ์์ต๋๋ค
์ด์งธ์ ๋ด ๊ถ์ ์ ์ด์ธ๋ฆด๊น?
ํ๋ฒ ๋ถ๋ฌ๋ณด๊ฒ
๋ฐ์ด! ํ๊ป! |
March! March!
Make way for the king.
Make way.
The king is here.
My lord.
Hail to you, sire.
Grimbold, how many?
I bring 500 men from the Westfold, my lord. | ๋ฐ์ด! ๋ฐ์ด! ๋ฐ์ด!
์์ด์๋ค, ๊ธธ์ ํฐ๋ผ
๋น์ผ๋ผ
์์ด์๋ค
์ ํ!
๋ง์ธ!
๊ทธ๋ฆผ๋ณผ๋, ๋ช์ธ๊ฐ?
์จ์คํธํด๋ ๋ณ์ฌ๋ 5๋ฐฑ ๋ช
์
๋๋ค |
We have 300 more from Fenmarch, Theoden King.
Where are the riders from Snowbourn? None have come, my lord.
Six thousand spears.
Less than half of what I'd hoped for. | ํ๋ง์น ๋ณ์ฌ๋ 3๋ฐฑ ๋ช
์
๋๋ค
์ค๋
ธ๋ณธ ๊ธฐ๋ง๋๋? ํ ๋ช
๋ ์์ต๋๋ค
์ฐฝ ๊ตฐ๋๋ 6์ฒ ๋ช
์ ๋์ผ์ธ
๊ธฐ๋์น์ ๋ฐ๋ ์ ๋์ง |
Six thousand will not be enough to break the lines of Mordor.
More will come.
Every hour lost hastens Gondor's defeat.
We have till dawn, then we must ride. | ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋๋ฅด ๋ฐฉ์ด๋ฒฝ์ ๊นจ๊ธฐ์ ๋ฌด๋ฆฌ์
๋๋ค
๋ ์ฌ ๊ฑธ์ธ
๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ฉด ํจ๋ฐฐ๋ง ์๋น๊ธฐ๊ฒ ๋ฉ๋๋ค
๋์ด ํธ๋ฉด ์ง๊ตฐํด์ผ ํฉ๋๋ค |
The horses are restless...
and the men are quiet.
They grow nervous in the shadow of the mountain.
That road there...
where does that lead? | ๋ง๋ค์ด ๋ถ์์ ๋จ๊ณ ์๊ณ
๋ณ์ฌ๋ค์ ๋ง์ ์์์ต๋๋ค
์ฐ์ ์ด๋ ์์์ ๋ ๋ถ์ํดํ ๊ฑฐ์
์ ๊ธธ์...
์ด๋๋ก ์ด์ด์ง๋? |
It is the road to the Dimholt, the door under the mountain.
None who venture there ever return.
That mountain is evil.
Aragorn.
Let's find some food. | ์ด๋ ์ ๋ฌธ ๊ทผ์ฒ์ ๋คํํธ
๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ ์๋ ๋ค์ ๋์์ค์ง ๋ชปํ์
์
์ ์ฐ์ด์ค
์๋ผ๊ณค
๋จน์ ๊ฑธ ์ฐพ์ง |
There.
A true esquire of Rohan.
I'm ready.
Sorry.
It isn't all that dangerous. It's not even sharp.
Well, that's no good. You won't kill many Orcs with a blunt blade. | ๋ค ๋์ด์
๋กํ ์ฌ๋์ฒ๋ผ ๊ฐ์ถ์๊ตฐ์
์ค๋น๋์ด์
์ฃ์กํด์
๋ณ๋ก ์ํํ ๊ฒ์ ์๋์์ ๋ ์นด๋กญ์ง๋ ์๊ณ ์
๋ ์ด ๋ฌด๋๋ฉด ๋ง์ ์คํฌ๋ฅผ ๋ชป ์ฃฝ์ฌ์ |
Come on.
To the smithy. Go!
You should not encourage him. You should not doubt him.
I do not doubt his heart, only the reach of his arm.
Why should Merry be left behind? | ๊ฐ์ด ๊ฐ์
๋์ฅ์ฅ์ดํํ
๊ฐ๋ณด์ธ์
์ฉ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ถ์ถ๊ธฐ์ง ๋ง ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์์ฌํ์ง ๋ง
๊ทธ์ ์ฉ๋งน์ ๋ฏฟ์ด ํ ๊ธธ์ด๊ฐ ๋ฌธ์ ์ผ
๋ฉ๋ฆฌ๋ง ์ ๋จ์์ผ ํ์ง? |
He has as much cause to go to war as you.
Why can he not fight for those he loves?
I choose a mortal life.
I wish I could have seen him...
one last time.
Sir? | ๊ทธ๋ ์ธ์ธ ์ด์ ๊ฐ ๋ถ๋ช
ํ์์
๊ทธ๊ฐ ์ฌ๋ํ๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ์ํด์
๋ถ๋ฉธ์ ์ถ์ ํฌ๊ธฐํ๊ฒ ์ด์
๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ ์๋ง ์๋ค๋ฉด
๋ง์ง๋ง ํ ๋ฒ๋ง์ด๋ผ๋
์๋ผ๊ณค๋? |
King Theoden awaits you, my lord.
I take my leave.
My lord Elrond.
I come on behalf of one whom I love.
Arwen is dying.
She will not long survive the evil that now spreads from Mordor.
The light of the Evenstar is failing. | ์ธ์ค๋ด ์ ํ๊ป์ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ญ๋๋ค
์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋น์ผ์ฃผ๊ฒ ๋ค
์๋ก ๋๋
์ฌ๋ํ๋ ๋ธ์ ๋์ ํด์ ์๋ค
๋ด ๋ธ์ด ์ฃฝ์ด๊ฐ๋ค
๋ชจ๋ฅด๋๋ฅด์ ์
์ ์ค๋ ๋ฒํฐ์ง ๋ชปํ ๊ฑธ์ธ
์ด๋ธ์คํ์ ๋น์ด ์๋ค์ด๊ฐ๊ณ ์๋ค |
As Sauron's power grows, her strength wanes. Arwen's life is now tied to the fate of the Ring.
The Shadow is upon us, Aragorn.
The end has come. | ์ฌ์ฐ๋ก ์ ํ์ด ๊ฐํด์ง์๋ก ๋์ฑ ์๋ค์ด๊ฐ๊ณ ์๋ค ์๋ฅด์ฌ์ ๋ชฉ์จ์ ๋ฐ์ง์ ์ด๋ช
๊ณผ ์ฐ๊ฒฐ๋์ด ์๋ค
์
์ ํ์ด ์ฐ๋ฆด ๋๋ฅด๊ณ ์์ด
์ข
๋ง์ด ๋ค๊ฐ์จ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค |
It will not be our end, but his.
You ride to war, but not to victory.
Sauron's armies march on Minas Tirith, this you know. But in secret he sends another force which will attack from the river. | ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์๋๋ผ ๋์ ์ข
๋ง์
๋๋ค
์ ์์ ์น๋ฅธ๋๋ ์น๋ฆฌํ๊ธด ํ๋ค ๊ฒ์ด์ผ
์ฌ์ฐ๋ก ์ ๊ตฐ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ฏธ๋์ค ํฐ๋ฆฌ์ค๋ก ์ง๊ตฐํ๋ ์ค์ด๋ค ๊ฐ์์ ๊ธฐ์ตํ ๊ตฐ๋๋ ๋น๋ฐ๋ฆฌ์ ํ๊ฒฌํ ์ํ์ผ |
A fleet of Corsairs ships sails from the south.
They will be in the city in two days.
You're outnumbered, Aragorn. You need more men.
There are none. | ๋จ์ชฝ์์ ์ง๊ฒฉํ๋ ํด์ ์ ๋ค์
์ดํ ์์ ๋์์ ๋์ฐฉํด
๋ณ๋ ฅ์ ์์์ ์์ ํ ์ด์ธ์ผ ์๋ค๋ ๋ณ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ ํ์ํ๋ค
๋๋ ์์ต๋๋ค |
There are those who dwell in the mountain.
Murderers...
Traitors.
You would call upon them to fight?
They believe in nothing.
They answer to no one. | ์ฐ์์ ์ฃฝ์ ์๋ค์ด ์์์๊ฐ
๊ทธ๋ค์ ์ด์ธ์๋ฉฐ
๋ฐฐ์ ์๋ค์
๋๋ค
ํ๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ๋์์ ๋ฐ์๊ณ ์?
๊ทธ๋ค์ ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ๋ฏฟ์ง ์์ต๋๋ค
๋๊ฐ ์์ฒญํด๋ ์ํ์ง ์์์ |
They will answer to the king of Gondor.
Anduril, the Flame of the West, forged from the shards of Narsil.
Sauron will not have forgotten the Sword of Elendil. | ๊ณค๋๋ฅด์ ์์ ๋ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์ธ
์๋ถ์ ๋ถ๊ฝ, ์๋๋ฆด์ด์ผ ๋๋ฅด์ค์ ์กฐ๊ฐ๋ค๋ก ๋ง๋ ๊ฒ์ด์ผ
์ฌ์ฐ๋ก ๋ ๋๋ฅด์ค์ ์์ง๋ ์์์ ๊ฒ๋๋ค |
The blade that was broken shall return to Minas Tirith.
Put aside the Ranger.
Become who you were born to be.
Take the Dimholt road.
I give Hope to Men. | ํ๋ ๋ถ๋ฌ์ก๋ ๊ฒ์ด ๋ค์ ๋ฏธ๋์ค ํฐ๋ฆฌ์ค๋ก ๋์๊ฐ ๊ฒ์
๋๋ค
์์ฐฐ์์ ์ ๋ถ์ ์๊ณ
์ด๋ช
๋๋ก ๊ณค๋๋ฅด์ ์์ด ๋๊ฒ
์ฌ์๋ค์ ์ฐพ์๊ฐ๊ฒ
๋ ์ธ๊ฐ์๊ฒ ํฌ๋ง์ ์ ์ฌํ๋ค |
I keep none for myself.
Why are you doing this?
The war lies to the East. You cannot leave on the eve of battle.
You cannot abandon the men.
Eowyn.
We need you here. | ๋๋ฅผ ์ํด ๊ฐ์ง ์๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค
์ ๋ ๋์ธ์?
์ ์ ์ง์ ์ ์ ๋ ๋๋ ๊ฑฐ์ฃ ?
์ถ์ข
์๋ค์ ํฌ๊ธฐํ๋ฉด ์ ๋ผ์
์์ค์๋
์ฐ๋ฆฐ ๋น์ ์ด ํ์ํด์ |
Why have you come?
Do you not know?
It is but a shadow and a thought that you love.
I cannot give you what you seek.
Just where do you think you're off to? | ์ ์ฌ๊ธฐ๊น์ง ๋ฐ๋ผ์์ฃ ?
๋ชฐ๋ผ์ ๋ฌผ์ผ์ธ์?
๋น์ ์ด ์ฌ๋ํ๋ ๊ฑด ์ค์ง ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์์ ์๊ฐ๋ฟ์ด์์
๋น์ ์ ๊ธฐ๋๋ฅผ ์ฑ์์ค ์ ์์
์ ํผ์๋ง ๊ฐ์ง? |
Not this time.
This time you must stay, Gimli. Mm.
Have you learned nothing of the stubbornness of Dwarves?
You might as well accept it. We're going with you, laddie.
Where's he going? | ์ด๋ฒ๋ง์ ๋ฐ๋ผ์ค์ง ๋ง
์ด๋ฒ์ ์๋ค๊ฐ ๋จ์์์ด
๋์์ด์ ์๊ฐํจ์ ์์ง๋ ๋ชฐ๋ผ?
์ด์ ์ข๋ค๊ณ ๋งํ๊ฒ ์ฐ๋ฆฐ ๊ฐ์ด ๊ฐ
์ด๋ ๊ฐ์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ง? |
I don't understand.
Lord Aragorn!
Why does he leave on the eve of battle?
He leaves because there is no hope.
He leaves because he must.
Too few have come. | ์ดํด๊ฐ ์ ๊ฐ
์๋ผ๊ณค๋!
์ ํฌ ์ง์ ์ธ๋ฐ ์ด๋ ๊ฐ์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ง?
๊ฐ๋ง์ด ์์ด์ ๋ ๋๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ
๋ ๋์ผ ํ๋ฏ๋ก ๊ฐ๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ค
์๊ตฐ์ด ๋๋ฌด ์ ์ต๋๋ค |
We cannot defeat the armies of Mordor.
No...
we cannot.
But we will meet them in battle nonetheless.
I have left instruction.
The people are to follow your rule in my stead. | ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋๋ฅด ๊ตฐ๋๋ฅผ ๊บพ์ ์ ์์ต๋๋ค
๋ฌผ๋ก
๊บพ์ ์ ์๋ค
๊ทธ๋ ์ง๋ง ํผํ ์ ์๋ ์ ํฌ๋ค
์ง์๋ฅผ ๋จ๊ฒจ๋จ๋ค
๋ด๊ฐ ์ฃฝ์ผ๋ฉด ๋ค๊ฐ ํต์นํด๋ผ |
Take up my seat in the Golden Hall.
Long may you defend Edoras...
if the battle goes ill.
What other duty would you have me do, my lord?
Duty? | ํฉ๊ธ ๊ถ์ ์ ๋ด ์์ข์ ์์
์ ์ธ๊ฐ ๋ถ๋ฆฌํด์ ธ๋
์๋๋ผ์ค๋ ์ต๋ํ ์ฌ์ํด
๊ทธ ์ธ์ ์ํํ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์๋ฌด๋์?
์๋ฌด? |
No.
I would have you smile again...
not grieve for those whose time has come.
You shall live to see these days renewed...
and no more despair. | ๊ด์ฐฎ๋ค
๋ค๊ฐ ํ๋ณตํ๊ธฐ๋ง ํ๋ค๋ฉด...
๋ด๊ฐ ์ฃฝ๋๋ผ๋ ์ ๋งํ์ง ๋ง์๋ผ
๋ถ๋ ์ค๋ ์ด์์ ์ ์ธ์์ ๋ณด์๋ผ
๊ทธ๋ผ ์ ๋งํ ์ผ๋ ์์ด์ง ๊ฑฐ๋ค |
What kind of army would linger in such a place?
One that is cursed.
And so Isildur cursed them...
never to rest until they had fulfilled their pledge. | ์ด๋ฐ ์์ฐํ ๊ณณ์ ์ด๋ค ๊ตฐ์ฌ๋ค์ด?
์ ์ฃผ๋ฐ์ ๊ตฐ์ฌ๋ค์ด ์์ด
๊ทธ๋ฌ์ ์ด์ค๋๋ฅด๋ ๋งน์ธ๋ฅผ ๋ค ํ ๋๊น์ง
๊ทธ๋ค์ด ์์ ๋กญ์ง ๋ชปํ๋๋ก ์ ์ฃผํ์ด |
The very warmth of my blood seems stolen away.
The way is shut. It was made by those who are dead.
And the Dead keep it.
The way is shut.
Brego! | ํผ๊ฐ ๋น ์ ธ๋๊ฐ๋ ๋๋์ฒ๋ผ ์์ฐํด
์ด๋ ์ ๋ฌธ์ด ๋ซํ์์ด ์ฃฝ์ ์๋ค์ด ๋ง๋ ๋ฌธ์ธ๋ฐ
๊ทธ๋ค์ด ์ ๊ฐ๋ ์ํ์ผ
๊ธธ์ด ๋งํ์ด
๋ธ๋ ๊ณ ! |
I do not fear death.
Well, this is a thing unheard-of.
An Elf will go underground where a Dwarf dare not?
Oh... Oh, I'd never hear the end of it. | ๋ ์ฃฝ์์ด ๋๋ ต์ง ์์
์ด๋ฐ ์ํฉ์ ๋์์ฒ์ ๊ฒช์ด๋ด
์ํ๋ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋๋ฐ ๋
์์ด ์ ๊ณต์ธ ๋ด๊ฐ ๋ชป ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๊น ๋ด
์ํ๋ณด๋ค ๊ฒ์์ด๋ ๋๋ฆผ์ ๋ฐ์ ์ ์์ง |
We must ride light and swift.
It's a long road ahead.
And man and beast must reach the end with the strength to fight.
Little Hobbits do not belong in war, Master Meriadoc. | ์ต๋ํ ๊ฐ๋ฟํ๊ฒ ์ ์ํ ๋ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ์ผ ํ๋ค
๋ฏธ๋์ค ํฐ๋ฆฌ์ค๊น์ง ๋จผ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ์ผ
๊ตฐ๋๋ ๋ง๋ ์ธ์ธ ํ์ ๋จ๊ฒจ๋ฌ์ผ ๋ผ
ํค ์์ ํธ๋น๋ค์ ์ ์์ ์ด์ธ๋ฆฌ์ง ์๋ค |
All my friends have gone to battle.
I would be ashamed to be left behind.
I want to fight.
I will say no more.
Ride with me.
My lady.
Form up! Move out! | ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ ์ ๋ถ ์ธ์์
์ ๋ง ๋จ๋ ๊ฑด ์น์์ด์์
์ธ์ฐ๊ณ ์ถ์ต๋๋ค
์๊ธฐ ๋๋ด์
์ ์ ๊ฐ์ด ๊ฐ์
์์ค์๋
๋์ด์ ๊ฐ์ถ์ด๋ผ |
Form up! Move out!
Ride!
Ride now to Gondor!
Who enters my domain?
One who will have your allegiance.
The Dead do not suffer the living to pass. | ๋์ด์ ๊ฐ์ถ๊ณ ์ง๊ฒฉํ๋ผ
๋๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ฅด๋ผ
๊ณค๋๋ฅด๊น์ง ์ง๊ฒฉํ๋ค!
๋๊ฐ ๋ด ์์ญ์ ๋ค์ด์๋๊ฐ?
๋น์ ์ด ์ถฉ์ฑ์ ๋ฐ์ณ์ผ ํ ์ฌ๋์ด๋ค
์ฃฝ์ ์๋ค์ ์ฐ ์๋ค์ ํต๊ณผ๋ฅผ ์ฉ๋ฉํ์ง ์์ |
You will suffer me.
The way is shut.
It was made by those who are dead.
And the Dead keep it.
The way is shut.
Now you must die.
I summon you to fulfill your oath. | ๋๋ ํ๋ฝํด์ผ ํ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค
ํ์ถ๊ตฌ๋ ์ฐจ๋จ๋๋ค
์ฃฝ์ ์๋ค์ด ๋ง๋ ๋ฌธ์ด๋ฉฐ
๋๋ง์น๋๋ก ๋๋์ง ์๊ฒ ๋ค
๊ธธ์ ์์ ํ ๋งํ๋ค
๋ ๋ฐ๋์ ์ฃฝ์ด์ผ ํ๋ค
๋์ ๋งน์ธ๋ฅผ ๋์๊ฒ ์ดํํ๋ผ |
None but the king of Gondor may command me.
That line was broken.
It has been remade.
Fight for us, and regain your honor.
What say you?
What say you? | ๊ณค๋๋ฅด์ ์๋ง์ด ๋์๊ฒ ๋ช
๋ นํ๋ค
๊ณค๋๋ฅด์ ์์ข๊ฐ ๋ฌด๋์ก์ ํ
๋ฐ
๋ด๊ฐ ๋ค์ ์ด์ด๊ฐ๋ค
๋ช
์๋ฅผ ๋์ฐพ์๋ผ
์ด๋ป๊ฒ ํ๊ฒ ๋๊ฐ?
๋๋ตํ๋ผ |
Ah! You waste your time, Aragorn.
They had no honor in life, they have none now in death.
I am Isildur's heir.
Fight for me...
and I will hold your oaths fulfilled.
What say you?! | ์๊ฐ ๋ญ๋น์ผ, ์๋ผ๊ณค
์ฃฝ์ ๋๋คํํ
๋ช
์๊ฐ ๋จนํ๊ฒ ์ด?
๋ ์ด์ค๋๋ฅด์ ํ๊ณ์๋ค
๋๋ฅผ ์ํด ์ธ์ฐ๋ฉด
๋งน์ธ๋ฅผ ์ดํํ๋ ๊ฒ์ผ๋ก ์ธ์ ํด์ฃผ๋ง
์ด๋ป๊ฒ ํ๊ฒ ๋๊ฐ? |
Open the gate! Quick!
Quick! Hurry!
Faramir!
Say not that he has fallen.
They were outnumbered.
None survived.
Fear.
The city is rank with it.
Let us ease their pain.
Release the prisoners. | ๋ฌธ ์ด์ด! ๋นจ๋ฆฌ!
๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์ฎ๊ฒจ
ํ๋ผ๋ฏธ๋ฅด!
์ฃฝ์ ๊ฑด ์๋๊ฒ ์ง?
์์์๋ถํฐ ๋ฐ๋ฆฝ๋๋ค
์์กด์๋ ์์ต๋๋ค
๋์๊ฐ...
์์ ํ ๊ณตํฌ์ ํฉ์ธ์ฌ์๊ตฐ
๊ณ ํต์ ์๊ฐ์ ์ค์ฌ์ฃผ์
์ฃ์๋ค์ ๋๋ ค์ค๋ผ |
Catapults!
My sons are spent.
My line has ended.
He's alive!
The House of Stewards has failed.
He needs medicine, my lord.
My line has ended! | ๋ฐ์ฌ!
๋ด ๋ ์๋ค์ด ๋ค ์ฃฝ๋ค๋!
๋์ ํํต์ด ๋์ด์ก์ด
์ด์์์ด์
๊ณค๋๋ฅด ์ญ์ ๋ค์ ๋๊ฐ ๋์ด์ก๋๋ค
์ฝ์ด ํ์ํด์
ํํต์ด ๋์ด์ก์ด |
My lord!
Rohan...
has deserted us.
Theoden's betrayed me.
Abandon your posts!
Flee! Flee for your lives!
Prepare for battle!
Hurry, men! To the wall! Defend the wall!
Over here!
Return to your posts! | ๊ตฐ์ฃผ๋!
๋กํ์ด...
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฒ๋ฆฐ ๊ฑฐ์ผ
์ธ์ค๋ด์ด ์ฐ๋ฆด ๋ฐฐ์ ํ์ด
ํด๊ฐํ๋ผ!
ํด๊ฐํด์ ๋ชฉ์จ์ ์ง์ผ๋ผ!
์ ํฌํ์ธ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ถฐ๋ผ
๊ฐ์ ์์น์์ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒฝ์ ์ฌ์ํด
๋ฐฉ๋ฒฝ ์์ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ
์ ์์น๋ก ๋์๊ฐ! |
Send these foul beasts into the abyss.
Stay where you are.
We need more rubble!
Watch out!
Down to the lower level. Quick!
Double up, men! | ๊ดด๋ฌผ๋ค์ ์ฃฝ์์ ์๋ ์ ์ฒ๋ฃ์ด๋ผ
๊ฐ์ ์์น๋ฅผ ์ง์ผ๋ผ
๋์กฐ๊ฐ์ด ๋ ํ์ํด
์กฐ์ฌํด
์๋์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๋ด๋ ค๊ฐ, ์ด์!
์ด์ค์ผ๋ก ๋ง์ |
Hold them back! Do not give in to fear.
Stand to your posts! Fight!
Not to the towers!
Aim for the trolls! Kill the trolls!
Bring them down!
Fight them back!
Peregrin Took! | ๋๊น์ง ๋ง์ ๋๋ ค์์ ๋ฒ๋ ค๋ผ
๊ฐ์์ ์์น๋ฅผ ์ฌ์ํ๋ผ
ํ์ด ์๋๊ณ !
ํธ๋กค๋ค์ ๊ฒจ๋ฅํด! ํธ๋กค์ ์ฃฝ์ฌ!
๋ชจ์กฐ๋ฆฌ ์ฃฝ์ฌ
๋๊น์ง ์ธ์
ํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฆฐ ํญ! |
Go back to the Citadel! They'd called us out to fight.
This is no place for a Hobbit.
Guard of the Citadel, indeed.
Now, back, up the hill. Quickly. Quick! | ๋ ์์์ ๋์๊ฐ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ธ์ฐ๋ฌ์์์
ํธ๋น์ด ๋ผ์ด๋ค ๋ฐ๊ฐ ์๋์ผ
์์๋ฅผ ์ ์ง์ผฐ๊ตฌ๋
์ด์ ์์ชฝ์ ๋ง์๋ผ, ์๋๋ฌ! |
In there.
What is this place?
Master must go inside the tunnel.
Now that I'm here, I don't think I want to.
It's the only way.
Go in... | ์ ์์ด์์
์ฌ๊ธด ์ด๋์ผ?
์ฃผ์ธ๋์ ํฐ๋์ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ์ผ๋ง ๋ผ์
๋ง์ ์๋ณด๋๊น ์๊ฐ์ด ๋ฌ๋ผ์ ธ
์ ์ผํ ๊ธธ์ด์์
๋ค์ด๊ฐ์ |
I can't go back.
What's that smell? Orcses' filth.
Orcses come in here sometimes.
Hurry.
This way.
Smeagol?
Over here.
It's sticky. What is it? | ๋์๊ฐ ์ ์์ด
๋ฌด์จ ๋์์ผ? ์คํฌ์ ์
์ทจ
์คํฌ๋ค์ด ๊ฐ๋ ์ด๊ณณ์ ๋ํ๋์
์๋๋ฌ์
์ด์ชฝ
์ค๋ฏธ๊ณจ?
์ฌ๊ธฐ์์
๋์ ๊ฑฐ๋ ค, ๋ญ์ง? |
You'll see.
Oh, yes.
You will see.
Smeagol?
Smeagol!
Smeagol!
And you, Frodo Baggins,
I give you the light of Earendil, our most beloved star. | ๋ญ์ง ๊ณง ๋ณด๊ฒ ๋ผ์
๋ง์์
๊ณง ๋ณด๊ฒ ๋ผ์
์ค๋ฏธ๊ณจ?
์ค๋ฏธ๊ณจ!
์ค๋ฏธ๊ณจ!
ํ๋ก๋, ๋น์ ์๊ฒ๋
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์ฅ ์๋ผ๋ ๋ณ์ธ ์์๋ ๋์ ๋น์ ์ ๋ฌผํ ๊ฒ์ |
May it be a light for you in dark places when all other lights go out.
Got away, did it, precious?
Not this time.
Not this time! No!
It wasn't us. It wasn't us! | ๋น์ ์๊ฒ ๋น์ด ๋ผ์ฃผ๊ธธ ๋ฐ๋ผ์ ๋ชจ๋ ๋น์ด ์ฌ๋ผ์ง ๊ณณ์์
์ค๋กญ์ ์ฉ์ผ๋ ํผํ๋ ๋ณด์ง?
์ด๋ฒ์ ์ด๋ฆผ์์ด
์ด๋ฆผ์์ด ์ ๋ผ
๊ณค๊ฒฝ์ ๋น ๋จ๋ฆฐ ๊ฑด ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ง์ด ์๋์์ |
Smeagol wouldn't hurt master.
We promised.
You must believe us.
It was the precious.
The precious made us do it.
I have to destroy it, Smeagol.
I have to destroy it for both our sakes.
No!
I'm so sorry, Sam.
I'm so sorry.
This task was appointed to you, Frodo of the Shire. | ์ค๋ฏธ๊ณจ์ ์ฃผ์ธ๋์ ์ ๊ดด๋กญํ์
์ฐ๋ฆฐ ์ฝ์ํ์ด์
์ฃผ์ธ๋์ ์ฐ๋ฆด ๋ฏฟ์ผ์
์ผ ๋ผ์
๊ทธ ๋ฐ์ง๊ฐ ์ ๋๋ฌ
์ฃผ์ธ๋์ ๋ฐฐ์ ํ๊ฒ ์กฐ์ข
ํ์๋ ๊ฑฐ์์
๋ ๋ฐ์ง๋ฅผ ํ๊ดดํด์ผ๋ง ๋ผ
์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ชจ๋๋ฅผ ์ํด์ ๋ฐ๋์
์ ๋ผ
๋ฏธ์ํด, ์
์ ๋ง ๋ฏธ์ํด
์ด๊ฑด ๋น์ ์๊ฒ ์ ํด์ง ์๋ฌด์์ |
If you do not find a way...
no one will.
Back to the gate!
Hurry!
No tomb for Denethor and Faramir.
No long, slow sleep of death embalmed. | ๋น์ ์ด ํด๋ด์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค๋ฉด
๋๊ตฌ๋ ๋ถ๊ฐ๋ฅํด์
๋ฌธ์ ์ง๊ฒฐํ๋ผ
๋นจ๋ฆฌ!
๋ด ์๋ค๊ณผ ๋ ์์น์ํค์ง ๋ง๋ผ
๋ฌด๋ค ์์์ ์์ํ ์ฉ๋๋ก ํ๋ฝํ์ง ์๊ฒ ๋
ธ๋ผ |
We shall burn, like the heathen kings of old.
Bring wood and oil.
Steady.
Steady.
You are soldiers of Gondor.
No matter what comes through that gate, you will stand your ground. | ์๋ ์ ์ด๊ต๋ ์๋ค์ฒ๋ผ ํ์ฅ๋ผ์ผ ๋ง๋
ํด
๋๋ฌด์ ๊ธฐ๋ฆ์ ์ค๋นํ๋ผ
์๋ ํ๊ป ๋ฒํ
จ
๋ฒํ
จ!
์ ๊ตฐ์ ๊ณค๋๋ฅด์ ๊ตฐ์ฌ๋ค์ด๋ค
๋ฌด์์ด ๋ซ๊ณ ๋ค์ด์ค๋ ๋ฐ๋์ ์ฌ์ํ๋ผ |
Volley!
Fire!
Let him go, you filth.
Let him go!
You will not touch him again.
Come on and finish it.
Ha! Back!
Mr. Frodo.
Oh, no. | ์ค๋น!
๋ฐ์ฌ!
๋์ค! ๋๋ฌ์ด ๊ฒ
์ด์ ๋์ค!
๋ค์ ๊ฑด๋๋ฆฌ์ง ๋ชปํ๊ฒ ํด์ฃผ๋ง
์ด๋ ๋ค๋ฒผ๋ด
์ฌ๋ผ์ ธ
ํ๋ก๋ ๋๋ฆฌ
์ ๋ผ์ |
Frodo.
Mr. Frodo.
Wake up.
Don't leave me here alone.
Don't go where I can't follow.
Wake up.
Not asleep.
What's this?
Looks like old Shelob's been having a bit of fun.
Killed another one, has she? | ํ๋ก๋
ํ๋ก๋ ๋๋ฆฌ
๊นจ์ด๋์
์ ๋ง ์ด์๋จ๊ฒ ํ์๋ฉด ์ ๋ผ์
์ ๋ฐ ์ฃฝ์ง ๋ง์์
๊นจ์ด๋์
์ ๋์ ๊ฒ ์๋๋ผ
์ด๊ฒ ๋ญ์ผ?
๋์ ์ค๋กญ์ด ์ฌ๋ฏธ๋ฅผ ์ข ๋ดค๋ ๋ด
๋ ํ๋ ์ฃฝ์๋ ๋ณด์ง? |
No.
This fellow ain't dead.
Not dead?
She jabs him with her stinger, and he goes as limp as a boned fish.
Then she has her way with them.
That's how she likes to feed. | ์๋์ผ
์์ง์ ์ ์ฃฝ์์ด
์ ์ฃฝ์๋ค๊ณ ?
๋ฌผ๊ณ ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ์ ์ํค๋ฏ ๋
์ผ๋ก ๋์ ๊ธฐ์ ์ํจ ๊ฑฐ์ผ
์ธ์ ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฏ์ด
๋๋ค๊ฐ ๋์ค์ ์ก์๋จน์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ |
Get him to the tower!
Samwise, you fool.
This scum will be awake in a couple of hours.
Then he'll wish he'd never been born.
The house of his spirit crumbles.
He is burning.
Already burning.
He's not dead. | ํ์ ๋ฐ๋ ค๊ฐ
์, ๋ฉ์ฒญํ๊ธด!
๋์ด ์๊ฐ ์ง๋๋ฉด ๊นจ์ด๋
์ ์ฃฝ์ ๊ฑธ ํตํํ ๊ฑธ
๋ด ์๋ค์ ์ก์ ์ด ์์ด๊ฐ๋๊ตฌ๋
๋ชธ์ ์ด์ด ๋จ๊ฑฐ์
์ด๋ฏธ ๋จ๊ฑฐ์
์ฃฝ์ง ์์์ด์ |
He's not dead!
No!
He's not dead!
Farewell, Peregrin, son of Paladin. No! No! No!
I release you from my service.
Go now and die in what way seems best to you.
Pour oil on the wood! | ์์ง ์ ์ฃฝ์์ด์
์ ๋ผ์
์๋๋์ ์ ์ฃฝ์์ด์
ํ๋ผ๋์ ์๋ค, ์ ๊ฐ๊ฒ ์ ์ฃฝ์๋ค๋๊น์
๋๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋ง ์ฌ๊ฒจ๋ ์ข๋ค
๋์๊ฐ์ ์๋ค ์์๋๋ก ์ฃฝ๊ฒ
๊ธฐ๋ฆ์ ๋ถ์ด |
Come on! Move your feet! Hurry along there! Hurry along! Gandalf!
Where is Gandalf?
Gandalf!
Retreat!
The city is breached!
Fall back to the second level! | ์ด์์, ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์๋๋ฌ์ ์ด์ ์๋๋ฌ์ผ ํด์! ๊ฐ๋ฌํ
๊ฐ๋ฌํ๋ ์ด๋จ์ฃ ?
๊ฐ๋ฌํ
ํํด!
๋์๊ฐ ํ๊ดด๋๋ค
๋ ๋ฒ์งธ ์ธต์ผ๋ก ํด๊ฐํ๋ผ |
Get the women and children out!
Get them out!
Retreat!
Move into the city. Kill all in your path.
Take them down!
Fight. Fight to the last man! | ์ฌ์์ ์์ด๋ค์ ์ฑ๊ฒจ๋ผ!
๊ทธ๋ค๋ถํฐ ํผ์ ์์ผ!
ํํด!
๋์ ๋๋ ์กฑ์กฑ ๋ค ์ฃฝ์ฌ
๋๋ค์ ์ฃฝ์ฌ
์ตํ์ ํ ์ฌ๋๊น์ง ์ธ์๋ผ! |
Fight for your lives!
Courage, Merry.
Courage for our friends.
Form ranks, you maggots. Form ranks!
Pikes in front. Archers behind.
Eomer, take your eored down the left flank. | ์ฃฝ์์ ๋๋ ค์ ๋ง๋ผ!
๊ฒ๋จน์ง ๋ง์, ๋ฉ๋ฆฌ
์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ ์ง์ผ์ผ ๋ผ์
๋์ด์ ๊ฐ์ถฐ๋ผ ๊ฐ์ถ๋ ๋ง์ด๋ค
์ ๋ฐฉ์๋ ์ฐฝ ๋ถ๋ ํ๋ฐฉ์ ํ์ด ๋ถ๋
์์ค๋ฉ๋ฅด, ๋ณ๋ ฅ์ ์ข์ธก์ผ๋ก! |
Flank ready.
Gamling, follow the king's banner down the center.
Grimbold, take your company right after you pass the wall.
Forth, and fear no darkness! | ์ด๋ ์ค๋น!
๊ฐ๋ง์ ๊น๋ฐ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ์ค์์ผ๋ก!
๊ทธ๋ฆผ๋ณผ๋, ์ฐ์ธก์ ๋ฐฐ์นํด
์ํ์ ๋ฌด๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋๋ ค์ ๋ง๋ผ |
Arise, arise, Riders of Theoden!
Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered, a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!
Whatever happens, stay with me. I'll look after you. | ์ธ์ค๋ด์ ๊ธฐ๋ง๋ณ๋ค์ด์ฌ!
์ค๋์ ์๋ํ ์ ํฌ์ ์๋ํ ์น๋ฆฌ์ ๋ ์ด๋ค ํด๋จ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ์ ์ ๊ถค๋ฉธ์์ผ๋ผ!
์ด๋ค ์ผ์ด ์๊ฒจ๋ ๊ณ์ ์์ด์ ์ ๊ฐ ์ง์ผ์ค๊ฒ์ |
Ride now!
Ride now!
Ride! Ride for ruin and the world's ending!
Death!
Forth Eorlingas!
Fire!
Charge!
Fire at will!
Gandalf!
Gandalf! Denethor has lost his mind! | ๋๊ฒฉ ์ค๋น!
๋๊ฒฉ ์ค๋น!
๋๊ฒฉ ์ค๋น! ์
์ ๋ฌด๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ... ๋ชจ์กฐ๋ฆฌ ๊ถค๋ฉธํ๋ผ
์ฃฝ์์!
๋กํ์ ํ์๋ค์ด์ฌ!
๋ฐ์ฌ!
๋์ง!
์ฌ์ ์์ด ์ด๋ผ
๊ฐ๋ฌํ!
๊ฐ๋ฌํ! ๋ฐ๋ค์๋ฅด๊ฐ ์ด์ฑ์ ์์์ด์ |
He's burning Faramir alive!
Up! Quickly!
Set a fire in our flesh.
Stay this madness!
No!
You will not take my son from me!
No! No!
Faramir.
So passes Denethor, son of Ecthelion. | ์๋ค์ ์ฐ ์ฑ๋ก ํ์ฅ์์ผ์
๋ง์ ํ! ๋นจ๋ฆฌ!
์๋ค๊ณผ ๋๋ฅผ ํจ๊ป ๋ถํ์๋ผ
๋ฏธ์น ์ง์ ๋น์ฅ ๋ฉ์ถ์์ค!
์ ๋ผ
๋ด ์๋ค์ ๋บ์ด๊ฐ์ง ๋ชปํด
์ ๋ผ์, ๋์
ํ๋ผ๋ฏธ๋ฅด
์์
๋ฆฌ์จ์ ์๋ค ๋ฐ๋ค์๋ฅด์ ์ตํ๋ก๋ค |
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