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[GASPING]

Sméagol!

I've got one!

[LAUGHS]

I've got a fish, Sméag. Sméagol!

Pull it in. Go on. Go on. Go on.
Pull it in.

[YELLS]

SMÉAGOL:
Déagol!

[GASPING AND COUGHING]

[BIRDS SQUAWKING,
WINGS FLUTTERING]

SMÉAGOL:
Déagol?

[SMÉAGOL LAUGHS]

Déagol.

Give us that, Déagol, my love.

Why?

Because...

...it's my birthday and I wants it.

[GRUNTING]

[SNARLING]

[YELLS]

[HEARTBEAT PULSING]

[HEARTBEAT SLOWS, STOPS]

[VOICE OF THE RING
SPEAKING IN BLACK SPEECH]

My precious.

[SHRIEKING]

GOLLUM:
They cursed us.

[WHISPERS]
Murderer.

"Murderer" they called us.

They cursed us
and drove us away.

Gollum.

[CROAKS]

[SOBS]

And we wept, precious.

We wept to be so alone.

[GOLLUM SINGING]

- And cool
So nice for feet

And we only wish
To catch a fish

So juicy sweet

And we forgot the taste of bread...

...the sound of trees...

...the softness of the wind.

We even forgot our own name.

My precious.

[RUSTLING]

[GOLLUM PANTING]

Wake up!

Wake up, sleepies.

We must go, yes.

We must go at once.

Haven't you had any sleep, Mr. Frodo?

I've gone and had too much.

Must be getting late.

FRODO:
No.

It isn't.

It isn't midday yet.

The days are growing darker.

[RUMBLING]

Come on!

Must go! No time!

Not before Mr. Frodo's
had something to eat.

No time to lose, silly.

SAM:
Here.

What about you?

Oh, no, I'm not hungry.
Leastways, not for lembas bread.

Sam.

All right.

We don't have that much left.

We have to be careful
or we're going to run out.

You go ahead and eat that, Mr. Frodo.

I've rationed it.

There should be enough.

For what?

The journey home.

Come, Hobbitses.

Very close now.

Very close to Mordor.

No safe places here.

Hurry.

[TREES GROANING]

PIPPIN: I feel like I'm back at
The Green Dragon...

...after a hard day's work.

MERRY: Only, you've never done
a hard day's work.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[LAUGHS]

Welcome, my lords...

...to Isengard!

You young rascals!
A merry hunt you've led us on...

...and now we find you feasting
and... and smoking!

We are sitting
on a field of victory...

...enjoying a few well-earned comforts.

The salted pork is particularly good.

Salted pork?

- Huh. Hobbits.
- We're under orders from Treebeard...

...who's taken over management
of Isengard.

TREEBEARD:
Young Master Gandalf.

I'm glad you've come.

Wood and water, stock and stone
I can master.

But there is a wizard to manage here...

...locked in his tower.

And there Saruman must remain
under your guard, Treebeard.

Well, let's just have his head
and be done with it.

No.

He has no power anymore.

The filth of Saruman...

...is washing away.

Trees will come back to live here.

Young trees.

- Wild trees.
- Pippin!

Bless my bark!

GANDALF:
Peregrin Took!

I'll take that, my lad.

Quickly, now.

THÉODEN: Tonight we remember
those who gave their blood...

...to defend this country.

Hail the victorious dead.

ALL:
Hail!

[CHATTERING AND LAUGHING]

[SPEAKING IN ELVISH]

THÉODEN:
I am happy for you.

He is an honorable man.

You are both honorable men.

It was not Théoden of Rohan
who led our people to victory.

Ah, don't listen to me.

You are young.

And tonight is for you.

[MERRY AND PIPPIN SINGING]

Oh, you can search far and wide
You can drink the whole town dry

But you'll never find a beer so brown
But you'll never find a beer so brown

As the one we drink in our hometown
As the one we drink in our hometown

You can drink your fancy ales
You can drink 'em by the flagon

But the only brew for the brave and true

Comes from The Green Dragon

[CROWD CHEERING]

MERRY:
Thank you! I win!

No news of Frodo?

No word. Nothing.

We have time.

Every day, Frodo moves closer to Mordor.

Do we know that?

What does your heart tell you?

That Frodo is alive.

Yes.

Yes, he's alive.

GOLLUM:
Too risky. Too risky.

Thieves.

They stole it from us.

Kill them. Kill them. Kill them both.

[YELLS]

Shh! Quiet! Mustn't wake them.

Mustn't ruin it now.

But they knows.

They knows.

They suspects us.

What's it saying, my precious, my love?

Is Sméagol losing his nerve?

No. Not.

Never. Sméagol hates nasty Hobbitses.

Sméagol wants to see them dead.

And we will.

Sméagol did it once.
He can do it again.

It's ours!

Ours!

We must get the precious.
We must get it back.

Patience! Patience, my love.

First we must lead them to her.

We lead them to the Winding Stair.

Yes, the stairs. And then?

Up, up, up, up,
up the stairs we go...

...until we come to the tunnel.

And when they go in...

...there's no coming out.

She's always hungry.

She always needs to feed.

She must eat.

All she gets is filthy Orcses.

And they doesn't taste very nice,
does they, precious?

No.

Not very nice at all, my love.

She hungers for sweeter meats.

Hobbit meat.

And when she throws away the bones
and the empty clothes...

...then we will find it.

And take it for me!

For us.

Yes. We meant "for us."

Gollum. Gollum.

The precious will be ours...

...once the Hobbitses are dead!

You treacherous little toad!

[GOLLUM YELLING]

No! No! Master!

No, Sam! Leave him alone!

I heard it from his own mouth.
He means to murder us.

Never! Sméagol wouldn't hurt a fly.

[YELLS]

He's a horrid, fat Hobbit...

...who hates Sméagol...

...and who makes up nasty lies.

You miserable little maggot!
I'll stove your head in!

Sam!

SAM:
Call me a liar? You're a liar!

[YELLS]

- You scare him off, we're lost!
- I don't care! I can't do it, Mr. Frodo.

- I won't wait around for him to kill us!
- I'm not sending him away.

SAM:
You don't see it, do you?

He's a villain.

We can't do this by ourselves, Sam.
Not without a guide.

I need you on my side.

I'm on your side, Mr. Frodo.

I know, Sam. I know.

Trust me.

Come, Sméagol.

The stars are veiled.

Something stirs in the east.

A sleepless malice.

The Eye of the enemy is moving.

MERRY:
What are you doing?

[SNORING LIGHTLY]

MERRY [WHISPERS]:
Pippin!

Pippin?

[MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY]

Pippin.

- What, are you mad?
- I just want to look at it.

Just one more time.

MERRY:
Put it back.

[RUMBLING]

Pippin.

[GROWLING]

No!

[EERIE BREATHING]

Pippin.

[WHIMPERING]

He is here.

SAURON:
I see you.

Pippin!

[SAURON SPEAKING
IN BLACK SPEECH]

[GRUNTING AND GASPING]

MERRY:
Help! Gandalf, help!

Someone help him!

Pippin!

Fool of a Took!

[WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]

[GASPING]

Look at me.

Gandalf, forgive me.

GANDALF:
Look at me.

What did you see?

A tree.

There was a white tree...

...in a courtyard of stone.

It was dead.

The city was burning.

Minas Tirith? Is that what you saw?

I saw...

I saw him.

I could hear his voice in my head.

And what did you tell him?

Speak!

He asked me my name.
I didn't answer.

He hurt me.

What did you tell him
about Frodo and the Ring?

There was no lie in Pippin's eyes.

A fool...

...but an honest fool he remains.

He told Sauron nothing
of Frodo and the Ring.

We've been strangely fortunate.

Pippin saw in the palantír
a glimpse of the enemy's plan.

Sauron moves to strike
the city of Minas Tirith.

His defeat at Helm's Deep
showed our enemy one thing.

He knows the heir of Elendil
has come forth.

Men are not as weak as he supposed.

There is courage still, strength
enough perhaps to challenge him.

Sauron fears this.

He will not risk the peoples of
Middle-earth uniting under one banner.

He will raze Minas Tirith
to the ground...

...before he sees a king
return to the throne of Men.

If the beacons of Gondor are lit,
Rohan must be ready for war.

Tell me...

...why should we ride to the aid...

...of those who did not come to ours?

What do we owe Gondor?

- I will go.
- No!

- They must be warned.
- They will be.

You must come to Minas Tirith
by another road.

Follow the river
and look to the black ships.

Understand this:

Things are now in motion
that cannot be undone.

I ride for Minas Tirith...

...and I won't be going alone.

Of all the inquisitive Hobbits,
Peregrin Took, you are the worst.

Hurry! Hurry!

Where are we going?

Why did you look?

Why do you always have to look?

- I don't know. I can't help it.
- You never can.

I'm sorry, all right?

- I won't do it again.
- Don't you understand?

The enemy thinks you have the Ring.

He's going to be looking for you, Pip.
They have to get you out of here.

And you...? You're coming with me?

Merry?

Come on.

How far is Minas Tirith?

Three days' ride, as the Nazgûl flies.

And you better hope we don't have
one of those on our tail.

Here.

Something for the road.

The last of the Longbottom Leaf.

I know you've run out.
You smoke too much, Pippin.

But... But we'll see each other soon.

- Won't we?
- I don't know.

[TEARFULLY]
I don't know what's going to happen.

- Merry.
- Run, Shadowfax.

Show us the meaning of haste.

Merry!

ELROND:
Take her by the safest road.

A ship lies anchored
in the Grey Havens.

It waits to carry her across the sea.

The last journey of Arwen Undómiel.

[WIND WHISTLING]

There is nothing for you here...

...only death.

ELF ESCORT:
Lady Arwen...

...we cannot delay.

My lady!

ARWEN: Tell me what you have seen.
ELROND: Arwen.

ARWEN:
You have the gift of foresight.

What did you see?

I looked into your future,
and I saw death.

But there is also life.

You saw there was a child.
You saw my son.

ELROND:
That future is almost gone.

But it is not lost.

Nothing is certain.

Some things are certain.

If I leave him now...

...I will regret it forever.

It is time.

ARWEN:
From the ashes a fire shall be woken

A light from the shadow shall spring

Renewed shall be blade that was broken

[SCREAMS]

The crownless again shall be king

Re-forge the sword.

[SPEAKS IN ELVISH]

ELROND:
Your hands are cold.

The life of the Eldar is leaving you.

This was my choice.

[SPEAKS IN ELVISH]

Whether by your will or not...

...there is no ship now
that can bear me hence.

We've just passed
into the realm of Gondor.

Minas Tirith.

City of kings.

Make way!

It's the tree.

Gandalf. Gandalf.

GANDALF:
Yes, the White Tree of Gondor.

The tree of the king.

Lord Denethor, however,
is not king.

He is a steward only,
a caretaker of the throne.

Now listen carefully.
Lord Denethor is Boromir's father.

To give him news of his beloved son's
death would be most unwise.

And do not mention Frodo or the Ring.

And say nothing of Aragorn either.

In fact, it's better if you
don't speak at all, Peregrin Took.

Hail Denethor, son of Ecthelion,
lord and steward of Gondor.

I come with tidings in this dark hour,
and with counsel.

Perhaps you come to explain this.

Perhaps you come to tell me
why my son is dead.

[ARROWS WHISTLING]

[SCREAMING]

[ARROW IMPACTS]
[GRUNTS]

Boromir died to save us...

...my kinsman and me.

- He fell defending us from many foes.
- Pippin.

I offer you my service, such as it is...

...in payment of this debt.

Get up.

My lord, there will be a time
to grieve for Boromir...

...but it is not now.

War is coming.

The enemy is on your doorstep.
As steward, you are charged...

...with the defense of this city.
Where are Gondor's armies?

You still have friends.
You are not alone in this fight.

Send word to Théoden of Rohan.
Light the beacons.

You think you are wise, Mithrandir.

Yet for all your subtleties,
you have not wisdom.

Do you think the eyes
of the White Tower are blind?

I have seen more than you know.

With your left hand you would use me
as a shield against Mordor.

And with your right
you'd seek to supplant me.

I know who rides with Théoden of Rohan.

Oh, yes. Word has reached my ears
of this Aragorn, son of Arathorn.

And I tell you now, I will not bow
to this Ranger from the North...

...last of a ragged house
long bereft of lordship.

Authority is not given to you
to deny the return of the king, steward.

The rule of Gondor is mine
and no other's.

GANDALF:
Come.

So I imagine this is just
a ceremonial position.

I mean, they don't actually expect me
to do any fighting.

- Do they?
- You're in the service of the steward now.

You're going to have to do
as you're told.

GANDALF:
Peregrin Took, Guard of the Citadel.

It's so quiet.

It's the deep breath before the plunge.

I don't want to be in a battle...

...but waiting on the edge of one
I can't escape is even worse.

[DISTANT THUNDER ROLLING]

Is there any hope, Gandalf,
for Frodo and Sam?

GANDALF:
There never was much hope.

Just a fool's hope.

Our enemy is ready.

His full strength's gathered.

Not only Orcs, but Men as well.

Legions of Haradrim from the south...

...mercenaries from the coast.

All will answer Mordor's call.

MAN:
Come on.

This will be the end of Gondor
as we know it.

Here the hammer stroke will fall hardest.

If the river is taken,
if the garrison at Osgiliath falls...

...the last defense of this city
will be gone.

But we have the White Wizard.
That's got to count for something.

Gandalf?

GANDALF: Sauron has yet to reveal
his deadliest servant...

...the one who will lead
Mordor's armies in war.

The one they say no living man can kill.

The Witch-king of Angmar.

You've met him before.

He stabbed Frodo on Weathertop.

[SCREAMS]

He is the lord of the Nazgûl...

...the greatest of the Nine.

Minas Morgul...

...is his lair.

GOLLUM:
The Dead City.

Very nasty place. Full of enemies.

Quick. Quick.

They will see. They will see.

Come away. Come away.
Look, we have found it.

The way into Mordor.

The secret stair.

Climb.

[FRODO BREATHING HEAVILY]

[INDISTINCT VOICES WHISPERING]

- No, Mr. Frodo!
- Not that way!

[GOLLUM YELLS]

GOLLUM: What's it doing?
- No.

- They're calling me.
GOLLUM: No.

[RUMBLING]

[GOLLUM SCREAMING]

GOLLUM:
Hide! Hide!

[GRUNTS]

[THUNDER ROLLING]

[ROARS]

[WITCH-KING SCREECHING]

I can feel his blade.

We come to it at last.

The great battle of our time.

[FELL BEAST ROARS]

[WITCH-KING SCREECHES]

Come away, Hobbits.
We climb. We must climb.

The board is set.

The pieces are moving.

Peregrin Took, my lad,
there is a task now to be done.

Another opportunity for one
of the Shire-folk to prove their great worth.

You must not fail me.

Quiet.

- To the river. Quick. Quick.
- Go. Go.

Come on.

Faster.

Draw swords.

[INDISTINCT YELLING]

FARAMIR:
Hold! Hold!

What?

Amon Dîn.

GUARD: The beacon.
The beacon of Amon Dîn is lit.

Hope is kindled.

ARAGORN: The beacons of Minas Tirith!
The beacons are lit!

Gondor calls for aid.

And Rohan will answer.

Muster the Rohirrim.

[BELL RINGING]

Assemble the army at Dunharrow.

As many men as can be found.
You have two days.

On the third,
we ride for Gondor and war.

MAN 1: Forward.
MAN 2: Very good, sir.

- Gamling.
GAMLING: My lord.

Make haste
across the Riddermark.

Summon every able-bodied man
to Dunharrow.

I will.

- Will you ride with us?
- Just to the encampment.

It's tradition for the women
of the court to farewell the men.

The men have found their captain.

They will follow you into battle,
even to death.

You have given us hope.

THÉODEN: So it is before the walls
of Minas Tirith...

...the doom of our time will be decided.

Now is the hour.
Riders of Rohan, oaths you have taken.

Now, fulfill them all.
To lord and land! Hyah!

Faramir!

We can't hold them. The city is lost.

Tell the men to break cover.
We ride for Minas Tirith.

[RINGWRAITHS SCREECHING]

Nazgûl.

SOLDIER 1:
Take cover!

SOLDIER 2:
Nazgûl!

Fall back. Fall back to Minas Tirith!

Fall back!

- Retreat! Retreat!
SOLDIER 3: Come on!

[GASPING]

[GRUNTS]

[SIGHS]

The age of Men is over.

The time of the Orc has come.

SOLDIER 1: Take cover!
SOLDIER 2: Faster, faster!

Take cover, my lord!

It's coming!

[INDISTINCT YELLING]

MAN: It's Mithrandir.
- The White Rider!

[SCREAMS]

GUARD:
Pull!

FARAMIR:
Mithrandir.

They broke through our defenses.

They've taken the bridge
and the west bank.

Battalions of Orcs are crossing the river.

IORLAS:
It is as the Lord Denethor predicted.

- Long has he foreseen this doom.
- Foreseen and done nothing.

Faramir?

This is not the first Halfling
to have crossed your path.

No.

You've seen Frodo and Sam?

- Where? When?
- In lthilien.

Not two days ago.

Gandalf, they're taking the road
to the Morgul Vale.

And then the pass of Cirith Ungol.

What does that mean?

- What's wrong?
- Faramir, tell me everything.

[GRUNTS]

GOLLUM:
Careful, master. Careful.

Very far to fall.

Very dangerous are the stairs.

Come, master.

Come to Sméagol.

SAM:
Mr. Frodo.

Get back, you!

Don't touch him!

Why does he hates poor Sméagol?

What has Sméagol ever done to him?

Master?

[PANTING]

Master carries heavy burden.

Sméagol knows.
Heavy, heavy burden.

Fat one cannot know.

Sméagol look after master.

He wants it.

He needs it.
Sméagol sees it in his eye.

Very soon he will ask you for it.
You will see.

The fat one will take it from you.

WITCH-KING:
Send forth all legions.

Do not stop the attack
until the city is taken.

Slay them all.

- What of the wizard?
- I will break him.

GUARD:
What of Théoden's riders?

Will Rohan's army come?

Mithrandir.

Courage is the best defense
that you have now.

PIPPIN: Here do I swear fealty
and service to Gondor...

...in peace or war...

...in living or dying...

...from...

From this hour henceforth...

...until my lord release me...

...or death take me.

And I shall not forget it...

...nor fail to reward
that which is given.

Fealty with love.

Valor with honor.

Disloyalty with vengeance.

I do not think we should so lightly
abandon the outer defenses...

...defenses that your brother
long held intact.

- What would you have me do?
- I will not yield...

...the river in Pelennor unfought.

Osgiliath must be retaken.

My lord, Osgiliath is overrun.

Much must be risked in war.

Is there a captain here who still has
the courage to do his lord's will?

You wish now that our places
had been exchanged...

...that I had died
and Boromir had lived.

Yes.

I wish that.

Since you were robbed
of Boromir...

...I will do what I can
in his stead.

If I should return,
think better of me, Father.

That will depend on the manner
of your return.

[SNORING]

Ugh.

SAM:
What are you up to?

Sneaking off, are we?

Sneaking?

Sneaking?!

Fat Hobbit is always so polite.

Sméagol shows them secret ways
that nobody else could find...

...and they say "sneak."

Sneak?

Very nice friend.
Oh, yes, my precious.

- Very nice, very nice.
- All right. All right!

You just startled me is all.

What were you doing?

Sneaking.

Fine. Have it your own way.

I'm sorry to wake you, Mr. Frodo.

We have to be moving on.

It's dark still.

It's always dark here.

It's gone!

- The Elven bread.
- What?

That's all we have left.

[GOLLUM BREATHING UNEVENLY]

He took it. He must have!

Sméagol?
No, no, not poor Sméagol.

Sméagol hates nasty Elf bread.

You're a lying wretch!
What did you do with it?!

He doesn't eat it.

- He can't have taken it.
GOLLUM: Look.

What's this?

Crumbs on his jacketses.
He took it!

He took it.

I seen him.
He's always stuffing his face...

...when master's not looking.
- That's a filthy lie!

You stinking, two-faced sneak!

- Sam!
SAM: Call me...

FRODO:
Stop it!

[GOLLUM YELLS]

Sam!

- I'll kill him!
- Sam! No!

Oh, my... I'm sorry. I didn't mean it
to go so far. I was just so... So angry.

Here, just...
Let's just rest a bit.

- I'm all right.
- No.

No, you're not all right.
You're exhausted.

It's that Gollum.

It's this place.

It's that thing around your neck.

I could help a bit.

I could carry it for a while.

Carry it for a while.

[VOICE ECHOING]
I could carry it.

Share the load... Share the load...
the load... the load.

Get away!

I don't want to keep it.

I just want to help.

See? See?

He wants it for himself.

Shut up, you!

Go away!
Get out of here!

No, Sam.

It's you.

I'm sorry, Sam.

But he's a liar.

He's poisoned you against me.

You can't help me anymore.

You don't mean that.

Go home.

[SOBBING]

GANDALF:
Faramir!

Faramir!

Your father's will has turned
to madness.

Do not throw away your life
so rashly.

Where does my allegiance lie
if not here?

Your father loves you, Faramir.

He will remember it
before the end.

[HORSES WHINNYING]

Can you sing, Master Hobbit?

Well...

...yes.

At least, well enough
for my own people.

But we have no songs
for great halls...

...and evil times.

And why should your songs
be unfit for my halls?

Come, sing me a song.

[CHEWING NOISILY]

[SINGING]
Home is behind

The world ahead

And there are many paths to tread

Through shadow

To the edge of night

Until the stars are all alight

Mist and shadow

Cloud and shade

All shall fade

All shall

[VOICE MUTED]

[ARROWS WHISTLING]

[CHEWS NOISILY]

Fade

[BELL TOLLING IN DISTANCE]

LEAD ORC:
March! March!

March! March! March!

MAN 1:
Make way for the king.

Make way.

MAN 2:
The king is here.

MAN 3:
My lord.

MAN 4:
Hail to you, sire.

Grimbold, how many?

I bring 500 men from the Westfold,
my lord.

FENMARCH MAN: We have 300 more
from Fenmarch, Théoden King.

- Where are the riders from Snowbourn?
GAMLING: None have come, my lord.

THÉODEN:
Six thousand spears.

Less than half of what I'd hoped for.

Six thousand will not be enough
to break the lines of Mordor.

More will come.

Every hour lost hastens Gondor's defeat.

We have till dawn,
then we must ride.

[HORSES WHINNYING]

The horses are restless...

...and the men are quiet.

They grow nervous in the shadow
of the mountain.

GIMLl:
That road there...

...where does that lead?

It is the road to the Dimholt,
the door under the mountain.

None who venture there ever return.

That mountain is evil.

[HORSE WHINNIES]

MAN:
Hold!

[DEEP RUMBLING]

GIMLl:
Aragorn.

Let's find some food.

[DEEP RUMBLING]

There.

A true esquire of Rohan.

I'm ready.

[LAUGHS]

Sorry.

It isn't all that dangerous.

It's not even sharp.

Well, that's no good. You won't kill
many Orcs with a blunt blade.

Come on.

To the smithy. Go!

You should not encourage him.

You should not doubt him.

I do not doubt his heart,
only the reach of his arm.

[SNICKERS]

Why should Merry be left behind?

He has as much cause
to go to war as you.

Why can he not fight
for those he loves?

[RUMBLING]

[WIND WHISTLING]

ARWEN:
I choose a mortal life.

I wish I could've seen him...

...one last time.

[RUMBLING]

[GRUNTS]
[PANTING]

Sir?

King Théoden awaits you, my lord.

I take my leave.

My lord Elrond.

I come on behalf of one whom I love.

Arwen is dying.

She will not long survive the evil
that now spreads from Mordor.

The light of the Evenstar is failing.

As Sauron's power grows,
her strength wanes.

Arwen's life is now tied
to the fate of the Ring.

The Shadow is upon us, Aragorn.

The end has come.

It will not be our end, but his.

You ride to war, but not to victory.

Sauron's armies march on Minas Tirith,
this you know.

But in secret he sends another force
which will attack from the river.

A fleet of Corsairs ships sails
from the south.

They'll be in the city in two days.

You're outnumbered, Aragorn.

You need more men.

There are none.

There are those who dwell
in the mountain.

[EERIE BREATHING,
WIND WHISTLING]

Murderers...

...traitors.

You would call upon them to fight?

They believe in nothing.

They answer to no one.

They will answer
to the king of Gondor.

Andúril, the Flame of the West,
forged from the shards of Narsil.

Sauron will not have forgotten
the Sword of Elendil.

The blade that was broken
shall return to Minas Tirith.

The man who can wield
the power of this sword...

...can summon to him an army more
deadly than any that walks this earth.

Put aside the Ranger.

Become who you were born to be.

Take the Dimholt road.

[IN ELVISH]

Why are you doing this?

The war lies to the east.
You cannot leave on the eve of battle.

You cannot abandon the men.

Éowyn...

We need you here.

Why have you come?

Do you not know?

It is but a shadow and a thought
that you love.

I cannot give you what you seek.

Just where do you think
you're off to?

Not this time.

- This time you must stay, Gimli.
- Mm.

Have you learned nothing
of the stubbornness of Dwarves?

You might as well accept it.
We're going with you, laddie.

[MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

[HORSE WHINNIES]

MAN 1: What's happening?
- Where is he going?

Where's he going?

I don't understand.

MAN 2:
Lord Aragorn!

MAN 1:
Why does he leave on the eve of battle?

- He leaves because there is no hope.
- He leaves because he must.

GAMLING:
Too few have come.

We cannot defeat
the armies of Mordor.

No...

...we cannot.

But we will meet them
in battle nonetheless.

I have left instruction.

The people are to follow
your rule in my stead.

Take up my seat in the Golden Hall.

Long may you defend Edoras...

...if the battle goes ill.

What other duty would you
have me do, my lord?

Duty?

No.

I would have you smile again...

...not grieve for those
whose time has come.

You shall live to see
these days renewed...

...and no more despair.

GIMLl: What kind of army would linger
in such a place?

LEGOLAS:
One that is cursed.

Long ago, the Men of the Mountains
swore an oath...

...to the last king of Gondor...

...to come to his aid...

...to fight.

But when the time came...

...when Gondor's need was dire...

...they fled...

...vanishing into the darkness
of the mountain.

And so Isildur cursed them...

...never to rest until they had
fulfilled their pledge.

[EERIE WHISPERING]

The very warmth of my blood
seems stolen away.

The way is shut.

It was made by those
who are dead.

And the Dead keep it.

The way is shut.

[LOUD EXHALATION]

[HORSES WHINNYING]

Brego!

I do not fear death.

Well, this is a thing unheard-of.

An Elf will go underground
where a Dwarf dare not?

Oh.

Oh, I'd never hear the end of it.

We must ride light and swift.

It is a long road ahead.

And man and beast must reach the end
with the strength to fight.

Little Hobbits do not belong in war,
Master Meriadoc.

All my friends have gone to battle.

I would be ashamed to be left behind.

It is a three-day gallop to Minas Tirith.

And none of my riders can bear you
as a burden.

- I want to fight.
- I will say no more.

[GASPS]

Ride with me.

My lady.

ÉOMER:
Form up! Move out!

Form up! Move out!

THÉODEN:
Ride!

Ride now to Gondor!

[ORCS CHANTING]

KING OF THE DEAD:
Who enters my domain?

One who will have your allegiance.

The Dead do not suffer the living to pass.

You will suffer me.

[CACKLES]

KING OF THE DEAD:
The way is shut.

It was made by those who are dead.

And the Dead keep it.

The way is shut.

Now you must die.

I summon you to fulfill your oath.

None but the king of Gondor
may command me.

[YELLS]

That line was broken.

[GROANS]

It has been remade.

Fight for us...

...and regain your honor.

What say you?

Ah! You waste your time, Aragorn.

They had no honor in life,
they have none now in death.

I am Isildur's heir.

Fight for me...

...and I will hold your oaths fulfilled.

What say you?

[ORCS YELLING
AND TROLLS GRUNTING]

IORLAS:
Open the gate! Quick!

[GROWLS]

Quick! Hurry!

Faramir!

Say not that he has fallen.

They were outnumbered.

None survived.

Fear.

The city is rank with it.

Let us ease their pain.

Release the prisoners.

Catapults!

[ORCS YELLING]

MAN:
Shields up!

[TEARFULLY]
My sons are spent.

My line has ended.

PIPPIN:
He's alive!

The House of Stewards has failed.

He needs medicine, my lord.

My line has ended!

PIPPIN:
My lord!

ORC:
Put it in!

Rohan...

...has deserted us.

[CHUCKLES]

[BOULDERS CRASHING,
PEOPLE SCREAMING]

Théoden's betrayed me.

Abandon your posts!

Flee! Flee for your lives!

Oh!

[GRUNTS]

Prepare for battle!

Hurry, men! To the wall! Defend the wall!

MAN:
Over here!

GANDALF:
Return to your posts!

Send these foul beasts into the abyss.

Stay where you are.

SOLDIER 1:
We need more rubble!

SOLDIER 2:
Watch out!

SOLDIER 3:
Down to the lower level. Quick!

SOLDIER 4:
Double up, men!

Yah!

[SQUEALS, GROANS]

[SPITS]

[RINGWRAITHS SCREECHING]

[SCREECHING CONTINUES]

[SCREAMS]

Hold them back! Do not give in to fear.

Stand to your posts! Fight!

[SOLDIERS SCREAMING]

[RINGWRAITHS SCREECH]

Not to the towers!

Aim for the trolls! Kill the trolls!

Bring them down!

Fight them back!

Peregrin Took!

- Go back to the Citadel!
- They'd called us out to fight.

[YELLS]

This is no place for a Hobbit.

Guard of the Citadel, indeed.

Now, back, up the hill. Quickly. Quick!

ORCS [CHANTING]:
Grond! Grond! Grond! Grond!

Grond! Grond! Grond!

Grond! Grond! Grond! Grond! Grond!

In there.

What is this place?

[WATER DRIPPING]

Master must go inside the tunnel.

Now that I'm here, I don't think I want to.

It's the only way.

Go in...

...or go back.

I can't go back.

Ugh.

- What's that smell?
GOLLUM: Orcses' filth.

Orcses come in here sometimes.

Hurry.

This way.

Sméagol?

GOLLUM:
Over here.

Oh!

Aah! Aah!

It's sticky. What is it?

You'll see.

Oh, yes.

You will see.

Sméagol?

Sméagol!

Sam.

[GROWLING]

[GROANS]

[WHIMPERING]

GALADRIEL:
And you, Frodo Baggins...

...I give you the light of Eärendil,
our most beloved star.

May it be a light for you
in dark places...

...when all other lights go out.

[SPEAKING IN ELVISH]

Aah!

[SCREECHES]

GOLLUM [SINGING]:
Naughty little fly

Why does he cry?

Caught in a web

Soon you'II be...

Eaten.

[GRUNTS, YELLS]

[WHIMPERS]

[YELLS]

Got away, did it, precious?

Not this time.

- Not this time!
- No!

[SCREAMING]

It wasn't us. It wasn't us!

Sméagol wouldn't hurt master.

We promised.

You must believe us.

It was the precious.

The precious made us do it.

[GOLLUM SOBBING]

I have to destroy it, Sméagol.

I have to destroy it for both our sakes.

No!

[SCREAMS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

I'm so sorry, Sam.

I'm so sorry.

GALADRIEL: This task was appointed
to you, Frodo of the Shire.

If you do not find a way...

...no one will.

[GRUNTS]

Back to the gate!

Hurry!

No tomb for Denethor and Faramir.

No long, slow sleep of death embalmed.

We shall burn,
like the heathen kings of old.

Bring wood and oil.

GANDALF:
Steady.

Steady.

ORCS [CHANTING]:
Grond! Grond!

You are soldiers of Gondor.

No matter what comes through that gate,
you will stand your ground.

Volley!

Fire!

[SHRIEKS]

[ROCKS FALLING]

[GRUNTING]

Let him go, you filth.

[SCREECHES]

Let him go!

You will not touch him again.

Come on and finish it.

[YELLS, GRUNTS]

Aah!

[SHELOB SQUEALS]

[GRUNTS]

[SHELOB SQUEALING]

Ha! Back!

Mr. Frodo.

Oh, no.

Frodo.

Mr. Frodo.

Wake up.

Don't leave me here alone.

Don't go where I can't follow.

Wake up.

Not asleep.

Dead.

[ORCS GROWLING]

[ORC SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

ORC:
What's this?

Looks like old Shelob's
been having a bit of fun.

URUK-HAl:
Killed another one, has she?

No.

This fellow ain't dead.

Not dead?

She jabs him with her stinger,
and he goes as limp as a boned fish.

Then she has her way with them.

That's how she likes to feed.

Fresh blood.

Get him to the tower!

Samwise, you fool.

URUK-HAl: This scum will be awake
in a couple of hours.

Then he'll wish he'd never been born.

[WHIMPERS FAINTLY]

[BATTLE SOUNDS IN DISTANCE]

The house of his spirit crumbles.

He is burning.

Already burning.

PIPPIN:
He's not dead.

He's not dead!

No! No!

He's not dead!

- Farewell, Peregrin, son of Paladin.
PIPPIN: No! No! No!

I release you from my service.

Go now and die in what way
seems best to you.

Pour oil on the wood!

SOLDIER:
Come on! Move your feet!

- Hurry along there! Hurry along!
- Gandalf!

Where is Gandalf?

Gandalf!

GANDALF:
Retreat!

The city is breached!

Fall back to the second level!

Get the women and children out!

Get them out!

Retreat!

SOLDIER:
Come on. Come on.

Move into the city. Kill all in your path.

[ORCS YELLING INDISTINCTLY]

GUARD:
Take them down!

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

GANDALF:
Fight. Fight to the last man!

Fight for your lives!

[HORN BLOWING]

[ORCS CHANTING]

Courage, Merry.

Courage for our friends.

Form ranks, you maggots. Form ranks!

Pikes in front. Archers behind.

THÉODEN: Éomer, take your éored
down the left flank.

ÉOMER:
Flank ready.

THÉODEN: Gamling, follow the king's
banner down the center.

Grimbold, take your company right
after you pass the wall.

Forth, and fear no darkness!

Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden!

Spears shall be shaken,
shields shall be splintered...

...a sword-day, a red day...

...ere the sun rises!

Whatever happens, stay with me.
I'll look after you.

[CLANGING]

THÉODEN:
Ride now!

Ride now!

Ride! Ride for ruin...

...and the world's ending!

Death!

ALL:
Death!

THÉODEN: Death!
ALL: Death!

- Death!
- Death!

Forth Eorlingas!

[HORNS SOUNDING]

[RIDERS YELLING]

Fire!

Death!

Charge!

Fire at will!

[YELLS]

Gandalf!

Gandalf! Denethor has lost his mind!

He's burning Faramir alive!

Up! Quickly!

[YELLS]

[BREATHES UNEVENLY]

Set a fire in our flesh.

Stay this madness!

[GASPS]

[YELLS]

No!

You will not take my son from me!

[SCREAMS]

Yah!

[YELLS]

Faramir.

[SCREAMS]

[GASPS]

So passes Denethor, son of Ecthelion.

Drive them to the river!

Make safe the city!

[OLIPHAUNTS ROARING]

[FOOTSTEPS THUDDING]

[HORN BLOWING]

[HARADRIM CHANTING]

Re-form the line!

Sound the charge! Take them head-on!

Charge!

[YELLS]

MAN 1:
Cut him down!

[GRUNTS]

MAN 2:
Follow me!

Take the reins. Pull him left!

Left!

Aim for their heads!

Bring it down! Bring it down!
Bring it down!

Merry!

[FELL BEAST ROARS]

[POUNDING]

I didn't think it would end this way.

End?

No, the journey doesn't end here.

Death is just another path...

...one that we all must take.

The grey rain curtain
of this world rolls back...

...and all turns to silver glass.

And then you see it.

What, Gandalf?

See what?

White shores...

...and beyond.

A far green country...

...under a swift sunrise.

Well...

...that isn't so bad.

No.

No, it isn't.

[POUNDING CONTINUES,
TROLL GRUNTS]

Rally to me! To me!

[RINGWRAITH SCREECHING]

WITCH-KING:
Feast on his flesh.

I will kill you if you touch him.

WITCH-KING: Do not come between
the Nazgûl and his prey.

[SCREECHES]

[HISSES]

ORC COMMANDER:
Late as usual, pirate scum!

There's knife-work here needs doing.

Come on, you sea rats!
Get off your ships!

There's plenty for the both of us.

May the best Dwarf win.

[YELLS]

[COUGHS]

WITCH-KING:
You fool.

No man can kill me.

Die now.

[SCREECHES]

[SCREAMS]

I am no man.

[YELLS]

- Fifteen! Sixteen!
GIMLl: Seventeen!

GIMLl: Twenty-nine!
- Legolas!

Thirty-three, thirty-four.

That still only counts as one!

All right, then. Come on!

THÉODEN:
I know your face...

...Éowyn.

My eyes darken.

No.

I am going to save you.

You already did.

Éowyn...

...my body is broken.

You have to let me go.

[MOUTHING]

I go to my fathers...

...in whose mighty company...

...I shall not now feel ashamed.

Éowyn.

[SOBBING]

Release us.

Bad idea.

Very handy in a tight spot, these lads,
despite the fact they're dead.

You gave us your word.

I hold your oath fulfilled.

Go.

Be at peace.

[SIGHS]

[WIND WHISTLING]

[GRUNTS]

Merry.

Merry, it's me.

It's Pippin.

[GRUNTS]

I knew you'd find me.

Yes.

Are you going to leave me?

No, Merry.

I'm going to look after you.

[ORCS GROWLING AND YELLING
IN DISTANCE]

[WHIMPERS FAINTLY]

[SNARLS]

Hands off!

That shiny shirt, that's mine.

It's going to the Great Eye,
along with everything else.

URUK-HAl: I don't take orders from
stinking Morgul rats!

ORC: You touch it,
and I'll stick this blade in your gut.

[YELLING]

The scum tried to knife me.

Kill him!

[SCREAMING]

[ROARS]

[NOISE OF FIGHTING
IN DISTANCE]

[GRUNTS]

[SAM GRUNTS LOUDER]

Argh!

That's for Frodo!

And for the Shire!

And that's for my old Gaffer!

[GRUNTING]

Stop your squealing, you dunghill rat.

I'm gonna bleed you like a stuck pig.

[SCREAMS, DROPS SWORD]

- Not if I stick you first.
- Sam!

[GRUNTS, REMOVES SWORD]

Oh, Sam, I'm so sorry.

Sorry for everything.

- Let's get you out of here.
- It's too late. It's over.

They've taken it. Sam...

...they took the Ring.

Begging your pardon, but they haven't.

I thought I'd lost you.

So I took it.

Only for safekeeping.

Give it to me.

Give me the Ring, Sam.

[VOICE OF THE RING WHISPERING]

[VOICE ECHOING]
Sam.

Give me the Ring.

[WHISPERING STOPS]

You must understand.

The Ring is my burden.

It will destroy you, Sam.

[BREATHING WITH DIFFICULTY]

Come on, Mr. Frodo.

We best find you some clothes.

You can't go walking through Mordor
in naught but your skin.

SAM:
We did it, Mr. Frodo.

We made it to Mordor.

FRODO:
There are so many of them.

We'll never get through unseen.

It's him, the Eye.

We have to go in there, Mr. Frodo.

There's nothing for it.

Come on. Let's just make it
down the hill for starters.

Frodo has passed beyond my sight.

The darkness is deepening.

If Sauron had the Ring, we would know it.

It's only a matter of time.

He has suffered a defeat, yes...

...but behind the walls of Mordor,
our enemy is regrouping.

Let him stay there.

Let him rot! Why should we care?

Because 10,000 Orcs now stand
between Frodo and Mount Doom.

I've sent him to his death.

No.

There is still hope for Frodo.

He needs time and safe passage
across the plains of Gorgoroth.

- We can give him that.
- How?

Draw out Sauron's armies.

Empty his lands.

Then we gather our full strength
and march on the Black Gate.

[COUGHS]

We cannot achieve victory
through strength of arms.

Not for ourselves.

But we can give Frodo his chance
if we keep Sauron's Eye fixed upon us.

Keep him blind to all else that moves.

A diversion.

Sauron will suspect a trap.

He will not take the bait.

Certainty of death...

...small chance of success...

...what are we waiting for?

LEAD ORC:
To the Gate, you slugs!

Move it! To the Gate!

[HORN BLOWING]

SAM:
Look, the Orcs...

...they're moving off.

You see, Mr. Frodo...

...some luck at last.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[GASPING]

Take mine.

There's a few drops left.

There will be none left
for the return journey.

I don't think there will be
a return journey, Mr. Frodo.

[VOICE OF THE RING WHISPERING]

Frodo, get down!

Hide!

[GRUNTS]

Frodo!

Where are they?

Let the Lord of the Black Land come forth!

Let justice be done upon him!

[GATE CREAKING]

[SAURON GROWLS]

Fall back.

Fall back!

[ORCS CHANTING]

SAM:
It's gone, Mr. Frodo.

The light's passed on,
away towards the north.

Something's drawn its gaze.

Hold your ground! Hold your ground.

Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers!

I see in your eyes...

...the same fear that would take
the heart of me.

A day may come
when the courage of Men fails...

...when we forsake our friends
and break all bonds of fellowship.

But it is not this day.

An hour of wolves
and shattered shields...

...when the age of Men
comes crashing down.

But it is not this day.

This day we fight!

By all that you hold dear
on this good earth...

...I bid you stand, Men of the West!

[STEAM HISSING]

[GRUNTS]

Never thought I'd die fighting
side by side with an Elf.

What about side by side with a friend?

Aye.

I could do that.

Do you remember the Shire,
Mr. Frodo?

Lt'll be spring soon.

And the orchards will be in blossom.

And the birds will be nesting
in the hazel thicket.

And they'll be sowing
the summer barley in the lower fields...

...and eating the first
of the strawberries with cream.

Do you remember
the taste of strawberries?

[HOARSELY]
No, Sam.

I can't recall the taste of food...

...nor the sound of water...

...nor the touch of grass.

I'm...

...naked in the dark.

There's... There's nothing.

No veil between me
and the wheel of fire.

I can see him...

...with my waking eyes.

Then let us be rid of it...

...once and for all.

Come on, Mr. Frodo.

I can't carry it for you...

...but I can carry you.

Come on!

[SAURON GROWLING]

SAURON:
Aragorn.

[SAURON WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]

Elessar.

For Frodo.

[YELLING]

Look, Mr. Frodo.

A doorway.

We're almost there.

Clever Hobbits to climb so high!

[SCREAMS, GRUNTS]

[COUGHS]

[YELLS]

[RINGWRAITHS SCREECHING,
FELL BEASTS ROARING]

[SAM SCREAMS]

[SCREAMS]

Frodo!

[RINGWRAITHS SCREECHING]

Eagles.

The eagles are coming!

Frodo!

I'm here, Sam.

Destroy it!

Go on! Now!

Throw it in the fire!

[PANTING]

What are you waiting for?

Just let it go!

[VOICE OF THE RING WHISPERING]

The Ring is mine.

No.

No!

[RINGWRAITHS SCREECHING]

[FRODO YELLING]

[ROARING]

[FRODO AND GOLLUM GRUNTING]

[AGONIZED SCREAM]

[GROANING]

[VOICE MUTED]

[GOLLUM CACKLING]

GOLLUM:
Yes!

Yes!

Precious! Precious!

[LAUGHING]

[ROARS]

Give me your hand!

Take my hand!

No!

Don't you let go.

Don't let go.

Reach!

[SCREECHING]

[SCREECHING AND DEEP RUMBLING]

Frodo!

[VOICE MUTED]

[EXHALES SOFTLY]

It's gone.

It's done.

Yes, Mr. Frodo.

It's over now.

[EXPLOSION]

[GRUNTS]

[PANTING SOFTLY]

I can see the Shire.

The Brandywine River.

Bag End.

Gandalf's fireworks.

The lights in the Party Tree.

Rosie Cotton dancing.

She had ribbons in her hair.

If ever I was to marry someone...

...it would've been her.

It would've been her.

[SAM SOBBING]

I'm glad to be with you,
Samwise Gamgee...

...here at the end of all things.

[EAGLES CRYING]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Gandalf?

[LAUGHING]

Frodo!

[LAUGHING]

[YELLS]

Gimli!

[LAUGHS]

[VOICE MUTED]

Now come the days of the king.

May they be blessed.

[SIGHS]

[CHEERING]

This day does not belong to one man...

...but to all.

Let us together rebuild this world...

...that we may share
in the days of peace.

[CHEERING]

[ARAGORN SINGING IN ELVISH]

[SPEAKS IN ELVISH]

[CROWD APPLAUDS]

My friends...

...you bow to no one.

FRODO:
And thus it was.

A Fourth Age of Middle-earth began.

And the Fellowship of the Ring...

...though eternally bound
by friendship and love...

...was ended.

Thirteen months to the day since Gandalf
sent us on our long journey...

...we found ourselves
looking upon a familiar sight.

We were home.

Hi.

[HOBBITS CHATTERING
AND LAUGHING]

Hey, watch the pumpkin.

Hey...

MALE PATRON:
Rosie, Rosie.

Good night, lads.

[EXHALES]

[GUESTS APPLAUDING
AND CHEERING]

[GUESTS LAUGHING EXCITEDLY]

PIPPIN:
Hm?

FRODO: How do you pick up
the threads of an old life?

How do you go on...

...when in your heart
you begin to understand...

...there is no going back?

There are some things
that time cannot mend...

...some hurts that go too deep...

...that have taken hold.

[DOOR OPENS]

[WINCES]

Mr. Frodo?

What is it?

It's been four years to the day
since Weathertop, Sam.

It's never really healed.

"There and Back Again: A Hobbit's Tale
by Bilbo Baggins.

And The Lord of the Rings
by Frodo Baggins."

You finished it.

FRODO:
Not quite.

There's room for a little more.

Bilbo once told me his part
in this tale would end...

...that each of us must come and go
in the telling.

Bilbo's story was now over.

There would be no more journeys
for him...

...save one.

BILBO [WEAKLY]:
Tell me again, lad, where are we going?

FRODO:
To the harbor, Bilbo.

The Elves have accorded you
a special honor...

...a place on the last ship
to leave Middle-earth.

Frodo...

...any chance of seeing
that old Ring of mine again?

The one I gave you.

Sorry, Uncle.

I'm afraid I lost it.

Oh.

Pity.

I should like to have held it
one last time.

[SEAGULLS CAWING]

Oh!

Well, here's a sight
I have never seen before.

The power of the Three Rings is ended.

The time has come...

...for the dominion of Men.

[IN ELVISH]

I think I'm...

...quite ready
for another adventure.

Farewell...

...my brave Hobbits.

My work is now finished.

Here at last,
on the shores of the sea...

...comes the end of our Fellowship.

I will not say, "Do not weep"...

...for not all tears are an evil.

It is time, Frodo.

SAM:
What does he mean?

We set out to save the Shire, Sam.

And it has been saved.

But not for me.

You don't mean that.

You can't leave.

The last pages are for you, Sam.

[SAM SOBBING]

FRODO:
My dear Sam:

You cannot always be torn in two.

You will have to be one and whole
for many years.

You have so much to enjoy
and to be and to do.

Your part in the story will go on.

Well...

...l'm back.

[CHUCKLES]

[ANNIE LENNOX SINGING
"INTO THE WEST"]

Lay down

Your sweet and weary head

Night is falling

You have come
To journey's end

Sleep now

And dream
Of the ones who came before

They are calling

From across
The distant shore

Why do you weep?

What are these tears
Upon your face?

Soon you will see

All of your fears
Will pass away

Safe in my arms

You're only sleeping

What can you see

On the horizon?

Why do the white gulls

Call?

Across the sea

A pale moon rises

The ships have come

To carry you home

And all will turn

To silver glass

A light on the water

All souls pass

Hope fades

Into the world of night

Through shadows falling

Out of memory and time

Don't say

We have come now to the end

White shores are calling

You and I will meet again

And you'll be here
In my arms

Just sleeping

What can you see

On the horizon?

Why do the white gulls

Call?

Across the sea

A pale moon rises

The ships have come

To carry you home

And all will turn

To silver glass

A light on the water

Grey ships pass

Into the West