Men?
Men are weak. The race of Men is failing.
The blood of Numenor is all but
spent, its pride and dignity forgotten.
It is because of Men the Ring survives.
I was there, Gandalf.
I was there 3000 years ago...
when Isildur took the Ring.
I was there the day the strength of Men failed.
Isildur, hurry! Follow me.
I led Isildur into the heart of Mount Doom...
where the Ring was forged, the
one place it could be destroyed.
Cast it into the fire!
- Destroy it!
- No.
Isildur!
It should have ended that day,
but evil was allowed to endure.
Isildur kept the Ring. The line of kings is broken.
There's no strength left in the world of Men.
- They're scattered, divided, leaderless.
- There is one who could unite them.
One who could reclaim the throne of Gondor.
He turned from that path a long time ago.
He has chosen exile.
