This sequence is also believed to be part of Frodo's vision in the Mirror of Galadriel. Another shot of Hobbiton in flames.

Frodo's hand closes slowly over the Ring.

Voiceover (Frodo): "What must I do?"

Frodo is apparently still in Bag End; the reply is taken from a later scene.

Voiceover (Gandalf): "The Ring must be destroyed." At the Council of Elrond.

The music swells, dramatic minor key melody with lots of violins and horns, natch.

Frodo places the ring on a pedestal at the Council of Elrond.

Elrond, played by Hugo Weaving. At the Council of Elrond.

Voiceover (Elrond): "The Ring must be cast back into the fires of Mt. Doom."

Frodo gently placing the ring on the pedestal.

Mt. Doom. Slightly different from previous looks at the ominous mountain. This time, it is errupting.

A dark rider overlooks the lands of middle-earth. This is probably either when the rider first arrives in the Shire and talks to the Old Gaffer or in pursuit of the Hobbits after they leave.

Boromir, played by Sean Bean, at the Council of Elrond, speaking of Mordor.

Voiceover (Boromir): "There is evil there that does not sleep."

The Riders galloping out of Minas Morgul, the dark tower.

Ghastily, sickly green light comes off the walls. Really freaky!

A Dark Rider pursuing the Hobbits.

Voiceover (possible Saruman): "Sauron's forces are already movingÉ.they will find the Ring and kill the one who carries it."

We believe this voiceover is Saruman at Orthanc, trying to convince Gandalf to reveal the location of the Ring.

The following images are at the Brandywine bridge and departs from the storyline of the Fellowship of the Ring text.

Instead of the Hobbits making it across the river and then looking back to see a dark figure on the other side...

We have a dark rider pursuing Frodo to the dock...

The Black Rider is huge and terrifying in comparison to the hobbit.

The other Hobbits have already started to push the ferry off shore... Voiceover (Sam): "Go Frodo, Go!"

Note the beautiful lighting. The strong moonlight on the water, the tiny warmth of the single frail lantern hanging on the pier.