[A caravan of Elves leads the Fellowship along a ridge, through the golden woods. Boromir glances at Frodo behind him. The group comes to the end of the high ridge and looks out. A great glade of trees rises above them.]

Haldir: "Caras Galadhon… the heart of Elvendom on earth. Realm of the Lord Celeborn and of Galadriel, Lady of Light."

[The Fellowship climb a winding way among the great trees. They ascend the path until night falls.]

[In the blue glow of a moonlit night, the Fellowship climbs a twisting stair about the trunk of a tree, past glimmering lights of silver and blue.]

[Far above, the silhouetted shapes of the shadowy tree-branches loom. Passing numerous platforms, they come to a great palace in the trees, lit with silvery lights. A curving walkway lies before them, leading up a low stair to an archway.]

[They gather before the arch as Haldir steps to one side. A glowing couple, hand in hand, descend to meet the Fellowship. The Fellowship stares in awe. Aragorn touches his head in greeting.]

[The light dims, and before the Fellowship the Lord and Lady, Galadriel and Celeborn, halt. The Lady's eyes focus on Frodo, but Celeborn speaks.]

Celeborn: "The Enemy knows you have entered here. What hope you had in secrecy is now gone."

Celeborn: "Eight there are here, yet nine there were, set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf?"

[As he speaks, Galadriel's eyes flicker to Aragorn's, who looks up.]

Celeborn: "For I much desire to speak with him… I can no longer see him from afar."

Galadriel: "Gandalf the Grey did not pass the borders of this land. He has fallen into shadow."

[Aragorn nods slightly. Celeborn turns to Galadriel.]

Legolas: "He was taken by both Shadow and Flame: a Balrog of Morgoth. For we went needlessly into the net of Moria."

[Gimli bows his head, sadly.]

Galadriel: "Needless were none of the deeds of Gandalf in life. We do not yet know his whole purpose."

Galadriel: "Do not let the great emptiness of Khazad-dûm fill your heart, Gimli, son of Glóin."

[The Dwarf looks up as her words.]

Galadriel: "For the world has grown full of peril. And in all lands, love is now mingled with grief."

[Boromir turns his pained face to the Lady, blinking and swallowing hard. The Lady stares back. Boromir looks away, weeping.]

Celeborn: "What now becomes of this Fellowship? Without Gandalf, hope is lost."

Galadriel: "The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail to the ruin of all."

[Boromir looks back up at her, unsure.]

Galadriel: "Yet hope remains while the company is true."

[Galadriel looks at Sam and smiles.]

Galadriel: "Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight you will sleep in peace."

[She whispers to Frodo in his mind, casting her eyes sideways at him.]

Galadriel: "Welcome, Frodo of the Shire… one who has seen the Eye!"

[Galadriel's eyes, the same ones that Frodo saw upon entering Lothlórien, flash through his mind again.]

[Back on the ground, the Hobbits are settling down to rest. Elf song can be heard.]

Female Elf:

"A Olórin i yaresse
Mentaner i Numeherui
Tírien i Rómenóri"

(Olórin who once was
Sent by the Lords of the West
To guard the Lands of the East)

Other Elves:

"Melme nóren sina
núra ala
Eäro"

(Our love for this land
Is deeper than the deeps
Of the sea)

Legolas: "A lament for Gandalf."

[Aragorn sharpens his sword as Gimli sleeps beside him.]

Merry: "What do they say about him?"

Legolas: "I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near."

Elves:

"Maiaron i Oiosaila,
Manan elye etevanne
Nórie i malanelye?"

(Wisest of all Maiar,
What drove you to leave
That which you loved?)

"Ilfirin nairelma
ullume nucuvalme.
Nauva i nauva."

(Yet we will cast all away
Rather that submit.
What should be shall be.)

[Sam crouches down to make his bed.]

Sam (to Merry): "I bet they don't mention his fireworks. There should be a verse about them."

[Sam stands up.]

Sam: "The finest rockets ever seen,
They burst in stars of blue and green…"

[Gimli snores loudly.]

Or after thunder… silver showers…"

[Aragorn turns, annoyed, and swats the Dwarf's pillow, eliciting a grunt from Gimli.]

Sam: "Came falling like a… rain of flowers…"

[He squats down again.]

Sam: "Oh, that doesn't do them justice by a long road."

[Aragorn walks over to Boromir, who is seated alone on a great tree root.]

Elves:

"Ú-reniathach
i amar galen
I reniad lín ne môr, nuithannen."

(No more will you wander
The green fields of this earth
Your journey has ended in darkness.)

Aragorn: "Take some rest. These borders are well protected."

Boromir: "I will find no rest here. I heard her voice inside my head. She spoke of my father and the fall of Gondor. She said to me, 'Even now, there is hope left.' But I cannot see it. It is long since we had any hope."

[Aragorn sits beside Boromir.]

Boromir: "My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing. And now our… our people lose faith. He looks to me to make things right and I — I would do it. I would see the glory of Gondor restored."

Boromir: "Have you ever seen it Aragorn? The White Tower of Ecthelion, glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver. Its banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets?"

Aragorn: "I have seen the White City, long ago."

Boromir: "One day, our paths will lead us there. And the tower guard shall take up the call: "'The Lords of Gondor have returned!'"

[Aragorn smiles slightly, then looks away.]