The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring2001

Gandalf:
This is the One Ring, forged by the Dark Lord Sauron, in the fires of Mount Doom, taken by Isildur from the hand of Sauron himself.

Frodo:
Bilbo found it... in Gollum's cave.

Gandalf:
Yes. For 60 years, the Ring lay quiet in Bilbo's keeping, prolonging his life, delaying old age. But no longer, Frodo. Evil is stirring in Mordor. The Ring has awoken. It's heard its Master's call.

Frodo:
But he was destroyed. Sauron was destroyed!

[The Ring whispers]

Gandalf:
No, Frodo. The spirit of Sauron endured. His life-force is bound to the Ring, and the Ring survived. Sauron has returned. His Orcs have multiplied; his fortress of Barad-dûr is rebuilt in the land of Mordor. Sauron needs only this Ring to cover all the lands in a second darkness. He is seeking it. Seeking it, all his thought is bent on it, and the Ring yearns above all else to reurn the hand of its Master. They are one, the Ring and the Dark Lord. Frodo... he must never find it.

Frodo:
All right. We put it away. We keep it hidden; we never speak of it again. No one knows it's here do they? Do they, Gandalf?

Gandalf:
There is one other who knew Bilbo had the Ring. I looked everywhere for the creature Gollum, but the enemy found him first. I don't know how long they tortured him, but admist the endless screams and inane babble, they discerned two words.

Frodo:
"Shire"? "Baggins"? But that will lead them here! Take it, Gandalf! Take it!

Gandalf:
No, Frodo.

Frodo:
You must take it!

Gandalf:
You cannot offer me this Ring!

Frodo:
I'm giving it to you!

Gandalf:
Don't... tempt me, Frodo! I dare not take it. Not even to keep it safe. Understand, Frodo, I would use this Ring from the desire to do good. But through me, it would wield a power too great and terrible to imagine.

Frodo:
But it cannot stay in the Shire!

Gandalf:
No! No, it can't.

Frodo:
[pause, then realizes his burden, gripping the Ring] What must I do?