Gimli: "Dwarf doors are invisible when closed."
[He knocks his axe against a rock. The Fellowship moves along the wall, searching for a door.]
Gandalf: "Now… let's see. Ithildin —"
Gandalf: "It mirrors only starlight… and moonlight."
[As he looks up at the black night sky, the moon appears. The silver lines grow bright, outling a door formed of two columns beneath an arch, with a star in the center.]
Gandalf: "It reads 'The Doors of Durin — Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter.'"
Merry: "What do you suppose that means?"
Gandalf: "Oh, it's quite simple. If you are a friend, you speak the password, and the doors will open."
Gandalf: "Annon Edhellen, edro hi ammen!" (Gate of the Elves, open now for me!)
[The Doors remain closed.]
Gandalf: "Fennas Nogothrim, lasto beth lammen." (Doorway of the Dwarf-folk, listen to the word of my tongue.)
Pippin: "Nothing's happening."
[Gandalf glances at him at him, looking slightly annoyed. He begins to push on the doors, but they remain fast.]
Gandalf: "I once knew every spell in all the tongues of Elves… Men… and Orcs."
Pippin: "What are you going to do, then?"
Gandalf: "Knock your head against these doors, Peregrin Took! And if that does not shatter them, and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions, I will try to find the opening words."
[Time passes. The rest of the Fellowship is seated around the doors near the lake.]
Gandalf: "Ando Eldarinwa… a lasta quettanya, Fenda Casarinwa…" (Gate of Elves… listen to my word, Threshold of Dwarves…)
Aragorn: [unhitching the pony's bridle] "The Mines are no place for a pony, even one so brave as Bill."
Sam: "Buh-bye Bill."
Aragorn: "Go on, Bill, go on. Don't worry Sam, he knows the way home."
[Bill clip-clops down the shore through the night.]
[Merry begins to throw stones into the water. Pippin follows suit, but Aragorn stops him.]
Aragorn: "Do not disturb the water."
Gandalf: "Oh, it's useless!"
[He drop his staff and sits down beside Frodo, pulling off his hat.]
[Meanwhile, Aragorn and Boromir watch as a ripple runs through the water.]
[Frodo stands up and looks at the writing on the gateway.]
Frodo: "It's a riddle."
[The water continues to ripple. The rest of the Fellowship watches.]
Frodo: "Speak 'friend' and enter. What's the Elvish word for friend?"
[The stone doors slowly swing open, rumbling deeply. The Fellowship enters Moria.]