All language subtitles for 5 Two Towers

- You cannot pass.
- Gandalf.

I am a servant of the Secret Fire,
wielder of the flame of Anor.

Go back to the Shadow.

The dark fire will not
avail you, flame of Udun.

You shall not pass.

No. No.

Gandalf.

Fly, you fools.

No.

Gandalf.

Gandalf.

What is it, Mr Frodo?

Nothing.

Just a dream.

Can you see the bottom?

No. Don't look down,
Sam. Just keep going.

Catch it. Grab it, Mr Frodo.

Mr Frodo.

I think I've found the bottom.

Bogs and rope, and
goodness knows what.

It's not natural. None of it.

- What's in this?
- Nothing.

Just a bit of seasoning.

I thought maybe if we was having a

roast chicken one
night or something.

Roast chicken?

You never know.

Sam. My dear Sam.

It's very special, that. It's
the best salt in all the Shire.

It is special.

It's a little bit of home.

We can't leave this here for
someone to follow us down.

Who's gonna follow us
down here, Mr Frodo?

It's a shame, really. Lady
Galadriel gave me that.

Real Elvish rope.

Well, there's nothing for
it. It's one of my knots.

Won't come free in a hurry.

Real Elvish rope.

Mordor. The one place
in Middle-earth

we don't want to see any closer.

And it's the one place
we're trying to get to.

It's just where we can't get.

Let's face it, Mr
Frodo, we're lost.

I don't think Gandalf meant
for us to come this way.

He didn't mean for a lot of
things to happen, Sam...

but they did.

Mr Frodo?

It's the Ring, isn't it?

It's getting heavier.

- What food have we got left?
- Let me see.

Oh, yes. Lovely.

Lembas bread. And look.

More Lembas bread.

I don't usually hold
with foreign food...

but this Elvish
stuff, it's not bad.

Nothing ever dampens your
spirits, does it, Sam?

Those rain clouds might.

This looks strangely familiar.

It's because we've
been here before.

We're going in circles.

What is that horrid stink?

I warrant there's a
nasty bog nearby.

- Can you smell it?
- Yes.

I can smell it.

We're not alone.

The thieves. The thieves.

The filthy little thieves.

Where is it?

Where is it?

They stole it from us.

My precious.

Curse them, we hates them.

It's ours, it is, and we wants it.

This is Sting.

You've seen it before...

haven't you, Gollum?

Release him or I'll
cut your throat.

It burns.

It burns us.

It freezes.

Nasty Elves twisted it.

- Take it off us.
- Quiet, you.

It's hopeless. Every Orc in

Mordor's going to
hear this racket.

Let's just tie him
up and leave him.

No. That would kill us. Kill us.

It's no more than you deserve.

Maybe he does deserve to die.

But now that I see
him, I do pity him.

We be nice to them if
they be nice to us.

Take it off us.

We swears to do what you wants.

We swears.

There's no promise you can
make that I can trust.

We swears...

to serve the master
of the precious.

We will swear on...

on the precious.

Gollum. Gollum.

The Ring is treacherous. It
will hold you to your word.

Yes...

on the precious.

On the precious.

I don't believe you.

- Get down. I said, down.
- Sam.

He's trying to trick us.

If we let him go, he'll
throttle us in our sleep.

- You know the way to Mordor?
- Yes.

You've been there before?

Yes.

You will lead us
to the Black Gate.

To the Gate, to the Gate. To the
Gate, the master says. Yes.

No. We won't go back.
Not there. Not to him.

They can't make us.
Gollum. Gollum.

But we swore to serve the
master of the precious.

No. Ashes and dust and thirst
there is, and pits, pits, pits.

And Orcses, thousands of Orcses.

And always the Great Eye
watching, watching.

Hey. Come back now. Come back.

There. What did I tell you?

He's run off, the old villain.

So much for his promises.

This way, Hobbits.

Follow me.

Merry.

Merry.

You're late. Our master
grows impatient.

He wants the Shire-rats now.

I don't take orders
from Orc-maggots.

Saruman will have his prize.

We will deliver them.

Merry.

Merry? Wake up.

My friend is sick.

He needs water. Please.

Sick, is he? Give him
some medicine, boys.

Stop it.

Can't take his draught.

- Leave him alone.
- Why?

You want some?

Then keep your mouth shut.

Merry.

Hello, Pip.

- You're hurt.
- I'm fine.

- It was just an act.
- An act?

See? I fooled you too.

Don't worry about me, Pippin.

What is it? What do you smell?

Man-flesh.

They've picked up our trail.

Aragorn.

Let's move.

Their pace has quickened.

They must have caught our scent.

Hurry.

Come on, Gimli.

Three days and nights pursuit.

No food. No rest.

And no sign of our quarry,
but what bare rock can tell.

Not idly do the leaves
of Lorien fall.

They may yet be alive.

Less than a day ahead of us. Come.

Come, Gimli. We're
gaining on them.

I'm wasted on cross-country. We
Dwarves are natural sprinters.

Very dangerous over
short distances.

Rohan.

Home of the Horse-lords.

There's something
strange at work here.

Some evil gives speed
to these creatures.

Sets its will against us.

Legolas. What do
your Elf-eyes see?

The Uruks turn northeast.

They are taking the
Hobbits to Isengard.

Saruman.

The world is changing.

Who now has the strength to stand
against the armies of Isengard...

and Mordor?

To stand against the might
of Sauron and Saruman...

and the union of the two towers?

Together, my Lord Sauron...

we shall rule this Middle-earth.

The Old World will burn
in the fires of industry.

The forests will fall.

A new order will rise.

We will drive the machine of war
with the sword and the spear...

and the iron fists of the Orc.

I want them armed and ready
to march within two weeks.

But, my lord, there are too many.

They cannot all be armed in
time, we don't have the means.

Build a dam, block the stream,
work the furnaces night and day.

We don't have enough
fuel to feed the fires.

The Forest of Fangorn
lies on our doorstep.

- Burn it.
- Yes.

We will fight for you.

Swear it.

We will die for Saruman.

The Horse-Men took your lands.

They drove your
people into the hills

to scratch a living off rocks.

Murderers.

Take back the lands
they stole from you.

Burn every village.

We have only to remove
those who oppose us.

It will begin in Rohan.

Too long have these
peasants stood against you.

But no more.

Eothain. Eothain.

You take your sister. You'll
go faster with just two.

Papa says Eothain
must not ride Garulf.

He is too big for him.

Listen to me. You must ride to
Edoras and raise the alarm.

- Do you understand me?
- Yes, Mama.

I don't want to leave. I
don't want to go, Mama.

Freda, I will find you there.

Quickly.

Go, child.

Rohan, my lord...

is ready to fall.

Theodred.

Find the King's son.

- Mordor will pay for this.
- These Orcs are not from Mordor.

My Lord Eomer, over here.

He's alive.

Theodred.

Your son is badly
wounded, my lord.

He was ambushed by Orcs.

If we don't defend our country,
Saruman will take it by force.

That is a lie.

Saruman the White has ever
been our friend and ally.

Grima.

Grima.

Grima.

Orcs are roaming freely
across our lands.

Unchecked. Unchallenged.
Killing at will.

Orcs bearing the White
Hand of Saruman.

Why do you lay these troubles
on an already troubled mind?

Can you not see?

Your uncle is wearied
by your malcontent...

your warmongering.

Warmongering?

How long is it since
Saruman bought you?

What was the promised
price, Grima?

When all the Men
are dead, you will

take your share of the treasure?

Too long have you
watched my sister.

Too long have you
haunted her steps.

You see much, Eomer,
son of Eomund.

Too much.

You are banished forthwith
from the kingdom of Rohan...

and all its domains
under pain of death.

You have no authority here.

Your orders mean nothing.

This order does not come from me.

It comes from the King.

He signed it this morning.

Keep breathing. That's the key.

Breathe.

They've run as if the very whips
of their masters were behind them.

We're not going no further...

until we've had a breather.

Get a fire going.

Merry.

Merry.

I think we might have made a
mistake leaving the Shire, Pippin.

What's making that noise?

It's the trees.

What?

You remember the Old Forest,
on the borders of Buckland?

Folk used to say there
was something in the

water that made the
trees grow tall...

and come alive.

Alive?

Trees that could whisper...

talk to each other...

even move.

I'm starving.

We ain't had nothing but maggoty
bread for three stinking days.

Yeah.

Why can't we have some meat?

What about them?

They're fresh.

They are not for eating.

What about their legs?

They don't need those.

- They look tasty.
- Get back, scum.

The prisoners go to Saruman.
Alive and unspoiled.

Alive?

Why alive? Do they
give good sport?

They have something.
An Elvish weapon.

The master wants it for the war.

They think we have the Ring.

As soon as they find out
we don't, we're dead.

Just a mouthful...

a bit of the flank.

Looks like meat's back
on the menu, boys.

Pippin.

Let's go.

Go on.

Call for help.

Squeal.

No one's going to save you now.

Pippin.

A red sun rises.

Blood has been spilled this night.

Riders of Rohan...

what news from the Mark?

What business does
an Elf, a Man and

a Dwarf have in the Riddermark?

Speak quickly.

Give me your name, horse-master,
and I shall give you mine.

I would cut off
your head, Dwarf...

if it stood but a little
higher from the ground.

You would die before
your stroke fell.

I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn.

This is Gimli, son of Gloin, and
Legolas of the Woodland Realm.

We are friends of Rohan and
of Theoden, your King.

Theoden no longer
recognises friend from foe.

Not even his own kin.

Saruman has poisoned the
mind of the King...

and claimed Lordship
over these lands.

My Company are those
loyal to Rohan.

And for that, we are banished.

The White Wizard is cunning.

He walks here and
there, they say...

as an old man hooded and cloaked.

And everywhere, his spies
slip past our nets.

We are no spies.

We track a party of Uruk-hai
westward across the plain.

They have taken two of
our friends captive.

The Uruks are destroyed. We
slaughtered them during the night.

But there were two Hobbits. Did
you see two Hobbits with them?

They would be small. Only
children to your eyes.

We left none alive.

We piled the carcasses
and burned them.

Dead?

I am sorry.

Hasufel. Arod.

May these horses
bear you to better

fortune than their former masters.

Farewell.

Look for your friends.

But do not trust to hope.

It has forsaken these lands.

We ride north.

It's one of their wee belts.

Let they find peace
in the afterlife.

We failed them.

A Hobbit lay here.

And the other.

They crawled.

Their hands were bound.

Their bonds were cut.

They ran over here.

They were followed.

The belt.

Run.

Tracks lead away
from the battle...

into Fangorn Forest.

Fangorn?

What madness drove them in there?

Did we lose him? I
think we lost him.

I'm going to rip out your
filthy little innards.

Come here.

Trees. Climb a tree.

He's gone.

Merry.

Let's put a maggot
hole in your belly.

Run, Merry.

Little Orcs.

It's talking, Merry.
The tree is talking.

Tree?

I am no tree.

I am an Ent.

A tree-herder.

A shepherd of the forest.

Don't talk to it, Merry.

Don't encourage it.

Treebeard, some call me.

And whose side are you on?

Side?

I am on nobody's side...

because nobody's on
my side, little Orc.

Nobody cares for
the woods any more.

We're not Orcs. We're Hobbits.

Hobbits?

Never heard of a Hobbit before.

Sounds like Orc mischief to me.

They come with fire.

They come with axes.

Gnawing, biting, breaking,
hacking, burning.

Destroyers and
usurpers. Curse them.

No.

You don't understand.
We're Hobbits.

Halflings.

Shire-folk.

Maybe you are...

and maybe you aren't.

The White Wizard will know.

The White Wizard?

Saruman.

See? See?

We've led you out.

Hurry, Hobbitses. Hurry.

Very lucky we find you.

Nice Hobbit.

It's a bog. He's led
us into a swamp.

A swamp, yes, yes.

Come, master. We will take you
on safe paths through the mist.

Come, Hobbits. Come.
We go quickly.

I found it. I did.

The way through the marshes.

Orcs don't use it.
Orcs don't know it.

They go around for
miles and miles.

Come quickly.

Soft and quick as
shadows we must be.

I hate this place. It's too quiet.

There's been no sight nor
sound of a bird for two days.

No, no birdses to eat.

No crunchable birdses.

We are famished. Yes.

Famished we are, precious.

Here.

What does it eats?

Is it tasty?

It tries to chokes us.

We can't eats Hobbit food.

We must starve.

Well, starve, then.
And good riddance.

Oh, cruel Hobbit.

It does not care if we be hungry.

Does not care if we should die.

Not like master.

Master cares.

Master knows.

Yes.

Precious.

Once it takes hold of us...

it never lets go.

Don't touch me.

There are dead things.

Dead faces in the water.

All dead. All rotten.

Elves and Men and Orcses.

A great battle long ago.

Dead Marshes.

Yes. Yes, that is their name.

This way.

Don't follow the lights.

Careful now. Or Hobbits go
down to join the dead ones...

and light little
candles of their own.

Frodo.

- Gollum?
- Don't follow the lights.

- Gollum.
- Mr Frodo.

Are you all right?

So bright.

So beautiful.

Our precious.

What did you say?

Master should be resting.

Master needs to keep
up his strength.

Who are you?

Mustn't ask us. Not its business.

Gollum. Gollum.

Gandalf told me you were
one of the river-folk.

Cold be heart and hand and bone.
Cold be travellers far from home.

He said your life was a sad story.

They do not see what
lies ahead when

sun has failed and moon is dead.

You were not so very different
from a Hobbit once.

Were you?

Smeagol.

What did you call me?

That was your name
once, wasn't it?

A long time ago.

My name.

My name.

Smeagol.

Black Riders.

Hide. Hide.

Come on, Frodo. Come on.

Quick. They will see
us. They will see us.

- I thought they were dead.
- Dead?

No, you cannot kill them. No.

Wraiths.

Wraiths on wings.

They are calling for it.

They are calling for the precious.

Mr Frodo. It's all right.

I'm here.

Hurry, Hobbits.

The Black Gate is very close.

Orc blood.

These are strange tracks.

The air is so close in here.

This forest is old.

Very old.

Full of memory...

and anger.

The trees are speaking
to each other.

Gimli.

Lower your axe.

They have feelings, my friend.

The Elves began it.

Waking up the trees,
teaching them to speak.

Talking trees.

What do trees have to talk about?

Except the consistency
of squirrel droppings.

Aragorn, something's out there.

What do you see?

The White Wizard approaches.

Do not let him speak. He
will put a spell on us.

We must be quick.

You are tracking the footsteps
of two young Hobbits.

Where are they?

They passed this way the
day before yesterday.

They met someone
they did not expect.

Does that comfort you?

Who are you?

Show yourself.

It cannot be.

Forgive me.

I mistook you for Saruman.

I am Saruman.

Or rather, Saruman as
he should have been.

You fell.

Through fire...

and water.

From the lowest dungeon
to the highest peak...

I fought with the
Balrog of Morgoth.

Until at last I threw
down my enemy...

and smote his ruin
upon the mountainside.

Darkness took me...

and I strayed out of
thought and time.

Stars wheeled overhead...

and every day was as long
as a life age of the Earth.

But it was not the end.

I felt life in me again.

I've been sent back...

until my task is done.

Gandalf.

Gandalf?

Yes.

That was what they
used to call me.

Gandalf the Grey.

That was my name.

Gandalf.

I am Gandalf the White.

And I come back to you now...

at the turn of the tide.

One stage of your journey
is over. Another begins.

We must travel to
Edoras with all speed.

Edoras?

That is no short distance.

We hear of trouble in Rohan.
It goes ill with the King.

Yes, and it will not
be easily cured.

Then we have run all
this way for nothing?

Are we to leave those
poor Hobbits here...

in this horrid, dark,
dank tree-infested?

I mean, charming...

quite charming forest.

It was more than mere chance that

brought Merry and
Pippin to Fangorn.

A great power has been sleeping
here for many long years.

The coming of Merry
and Pippin will be

like the falling
of small stones...

that starts an avalanche
in the mountains.

In one thing you have not
changed, dear friend.

You still speak in riddles.

A thing is about
to happen that has

not happened since the Elder Days.

The Ents are going to wake up...

- and find that they are strong.
- Strong.

Oh, that's good.

So stop your fretting,
Master Dwarf.

Merry and Pippin are quite safe.

In fact, they are far safer
than you are about to be.

This new Gandalf's more
grumpy than the old one.

That is one of the Mearas...

unless my eyes are
cheated by some spell.

Shadowfax.

He is the lord of all horses...

and has been my friend
through many dangers.

♪ O Rowan mine ♪

♪ I saw you shine ♪

♪ Upon a summer's day ♪

♪ Upon your head ♪

♪ How golden-red ♪

♪ The crown you bore aloft ♪

♪ Such a beautiful verse ♪

- Is it much further?
- Bru-Ra-hroom. Don't be hasty.

You might call it far, perhaps.

My home lies deep in the forest...

near the roots of the mountain.

I told Gandalf I
would keep you safe.

And safe is where I'll keep you.

I believe you will enjoy
this next one too.

It's one of my own compositions.

Right.

♪ Beneath the roof
of sleeping leaves ♪

♪ And the dreams of trees unfold ♪

♪ When woodland halls
are green and cool ♪

♪ And the wind is in the West ♪

♪ Come back to me ♪

♪ Come back to me ♪

♪ And say my land is best ♪

Sleep, little Shirelings.

Heed no nightly noise.

Sleep till morning light.

I have business in the forest.

There are many to call.
Many that must come.

The Shadow lies on Fangorn.

The withering of all
woods is drawing near.

The veiling shadow that glowers
in the east takes shape.

Sauron will suffer no rival.

From the summit of Barad-dur,
his Eye watches ceaselessly.

But he is not so mighty yet
that he is above fear.

Doubt ever gnaws at him.

The rumour has reached him.

The heir of Numenor still lives.

Sauron fears you, Aragorn.

He fears what you may become.

And so he'll strike hard and
fast at the world of Men.

He will use his puppet
Saruman to destroy Rohan.

War is coming.

Rohan must defend itself, and

therein lies our
first challenge...

for Rohan is weak
and ready to fall.

The King's mind is enslaved,
it's an old device of Saruman's.

His hold over King Theoden
is now very strong.

Sauron and Saruman are
tightening the noose.

But for all their cunning...

we have one advantage.

The Ring remains hidden.

And that we should
seek to destroy it...

has not yet entered
their darkest dreams.

And so the weapon of the enemy
is moving towards Mordor...

in the hands of a Hobbit.

Each day brings it closer
to the fires of Mount Doom.

We must trust now in Frodo.

Everything depends upon speed...

and the secrecy of his quest.

Do not regret your
decision to leave him.

Frodo must finish this task alone.

He's not alone.

Sam went with him.

Did he?

Did he, indeed? Good.

Yes, very good.

The Black Gate of Mordor.

Oh, save us.

My old Gaffer would
have a thing or

two to say if he could see us now.

Master says to show him
the way into Mordor.

So good Smeagol does,
master says so.

I did.

That's it, then.

We can't get past that.

Look.

The gate.

It's opening.

I can see a way down.

Sam, no.

Master.

I do not ask you to
come with me, Sam.

I know, Mr Frodo.

I doubt even these Elvish
cloaks will hide us in there.

- Now.
- No.

No. No, master.

They catch you. They catch you.

Don't take it to him.

He wants the precious.

Always he is looking for it.

And the precious is wanting
to go back to him.

But we mustn't let him have it.

No. There's another way.

More secret. A dark way.

Why haven't you spoken
of this before?

Because master did not ask.

He's up to something.

Are you saying there's
another way into Mordor?

Yes. There's a path...

and some stairs.

And then...

a tunnel.

He's led us this far, Sam.

Mr Frodo, no.

He's been true to his word.

No.

Lead the way, Smeagol.

Good Smeagol always helps.

Hello?

Treebeard?

Where has he gone?

I had the loveliest
dream last night.

There was this large
barrel, full of pipe-weed.

And we smoked all
of it. And then...

you were sick.

I'd give anything for
a whiff of Old Toby.

Did you hear that?

There it is again.

Something's not right
here. Not right at all.

You just said
something... Treeish.

No, I didn't. I was
just stretching.

You're taller.

- Who?
- You.

- Than what?
- Than me.

I've always been taller than you.

Pippin, everyone knows I'm the
tall one. You're the short one.

Please, Merry.

You're what? Three-foot-six?
At the most?

Whereas me, I'm pushing 3'7.

3'8.

Three-foot-eight.

You did something.

Merry, don't. Don't drink it.

Merry.

No, Treebeard said that
you shouldn't have any.

- I want some.
- It could well be dangerous.

Give me it back. Merry.

What's happening?

It's got my leg.

Merry.

Help.

Away with you.

You should not be waking.

Eat earth. Dig deep. Drink water.

Go to sleep.

Away with you.

Come, the forest is waking up.

It isn't safe.

The trees have grown
wild and dangerous.

Anger festers in their hearts.

Black are their thoughts.

Strong is their hate.

They will harm you if they can.

There are too few of us now.

Too few of us Ents
left to manage them.

Why are there so few of you
when you have lived so long?

- Are there Ent children?
- Bru-Ra-hroom.

There have been no Entings for a
terrible long count of years.

- Why is that?
- We lost the Entwives.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- How did they die?
- Die? No.

We lost them.

And now we cannot find them.

I don't suppose you've seen
Entwives in the Shire?

Can't say that I have.

You, Pip?

What do they look like?

I don't remember now.

Edoras and the Golden
Hall of Meduseld.

There dwells Theoden,
King of Rohan...

whose mind is overthrown.

Saruman's hold over King
Theoden is now very strong.

My lord, your son...

he is dead.

My lord?

Uncle?

Will you not go to him?

Will you do nothing?

Be careful what you say.

Do not look for welcome here.

Oh, he must have died
sometime in the night.

What a tragedy for the King...

to lose his only son and heir.

I understand. His passing
is hard to accept.

Especially now that your
brother has deserted you.

Leave me alone, snake.

Oh, but you are alone.

Who knows what you've
spoken to the darkness...

in the bitter watches
of the night...

when all your life
seems to shrink.

The walls of your bower
closing in about you.

A hutch to trammel
some wild thing in.

So fair.

So cold.

Like a morning of pale spring...

still clinging to winter's chill.

Your words are poison.

You'll find more cheer
in a graveyard.

I cannot allow you before Theoden
King so armed, Gandalf Greyhame.

By order of Grima Wormtongue.

Your Staff.

You would not part an old
man from his walking stick.

My lord, Gandalf the
Grey is coming.

He's a herald of woe.

The courtesy of your hall is
somewhat lessened of late...

Theoden King.

He's not welcome.

Why should I welcome you...

Gandalf Stormcrow?

A just question, my liege.

Late is the hour...

in which this conjurer
chooses to appear.

Lathspell I name him.

I'll news is an ill guest.

Be silent. Keep your forked
tongue behind your teeth.

I have not passed through
fire and death...

to bandy crooked words
with a witless worm.

His Staff.

I told you to take
the Wizard's Staff.

Theoden...

son of Thengel...

too long have you
sat in the Shadows.

I would stay still if I were you.

Hearken to me.

I release you...

from the spell.

You have no power here...

Gandalf the Grey.

I will draw you, Saruman, as
poison is drawn from a wound.

Wait.

If I go, Theoden dies.

You did not kill me...

you will not kill him.

Rohan is mine.

Be gone.

I know your face.

Eowyn.

Eowyn.

Gandalf?

Breathe the free air
again, my friend.

Dark have been my dreams of late.

Your fingers would remember
their old strength better...

if they grasped your sword.

I've only...

ever served you, my lord.

Your leechcraft would have had me

crawling on all
fours like a beast.

Send me not from your sight.

No, my lord. No, my lord.

Let him go.

Enough blood has been
spilt on his account.

Get out of my way.

Hail, Theoden King.

Where is Theodred?

Where is my son?

♪ An evil death has set
forth the noble warrior ♪

♪ A song shall sing
sorrowing minstrels ♪

♪ In Meduseld that he is no more ♪

♪ To his lord dearest and
kinsmen most belover ♪

♪ An evil death ♪

♪ Evermind ♪

Ever has it grown on the
tombs of my forbearers.

Now it shall cover
the grave of my son.

Alas that these evil
days should be mine.

The young perish and
the old linger.

That I should live...

to see the last days of my house.

Theodred's death was
not of your making.

No parent should have
to bury their child.

He was strong in life.

His spirit will find its way
to the halls of your fathers.

Be-thou well. Go-thou,
Theodred, go-thou.

They had no warning.

They were unarmed.

Now the Wild Men
are moving through

the Westfold, burning as they go.

Rick, cot and tree.

Where is Mama?

This is but a taste of the terror
that Saruman will unleash.

All the more potent for he is
driven now by fear of Sauron.

Ride out and meet him head on.

Draw him away from your
women and children.

You must fight.

You have 2000 good men
riding north as we speak.

Eomer is loyal to you.

His men will return and
fight for their King.

They will be 300 leagues
from here by now.

Eomer cannot help us.

I know what it is
you want of me...

but I will not bring further
death to my people.

I will not risk open war.

Open war is upon you, whether
you would risk it or not.

When last I looked...

Theoden, not Aragorn,
was King of Rohan.

Then what is the King's decision?

By order of the King...

the city must empty.

We make for the refuge
of Helm's Deep.

Do not burden yourself
with treasures.

Take only what
provisions you need.

Helm's Deep.

They flee to the mountains when
they should stand and fight.

Who will defend them
if not their King?

He's only doing what he thinks
is best for his people.

Helm's Deep has saved
them in the past.

There is no way out
of that ravine.

Theoden is walking into a trap.

He thinks he's leading
them to safety.

What they will get is a massacre.

Theoden has a strong will,
but I fear for him.

I fear for the survival of Rohan.

He will need you before
the end, Aragorn.

The people of Rohan will need you.

The defences have to hold.

They will hold.

The Grey Pilgrim.

That's what they used to call me.

Three hundred lives
of Men I've walked

this Earth, and now
I have no time.

With luck, my search
will not be in vain.

Look to my coming at first
light on the fifth day.

At dawn, look to the east.

Go.

That horse is half mad, my lord.

There's nothing you
can do. Leave him.

Fast.

Be quiet now.

Fast.

Be quiet.

Be quiet.

Be quiet.

A battle is stirred
up, they heard.

What is your name?

What is your name?

His name is Brego.

He was my cousin's horse.

Brego.

Your name is kingly.

What troubles you,
Brego? What did you see?

I have heard of the
magic of Elves...

but I did not look for it
in a Ranger from the North.

You speak as one of their own.

I was raised in Rivendell...

for a time.

Turn this fellow free.

He's seen enough of war.

Gandalf the White.

Gandalf the Fool.

Does he seek to humble me
with his new found piety?

There were three who
followed the Wizard.

An Elf, a Dwarf and a Man.

You stink of horse.

The Man...

- was he from Gondor?
- No, from the North.

One of the Dunedain
Rangers, I thought he was.

His cloth was poor.

And yet he bore a strange ring.

Two serpents with emerald eyes.

One devouring, the other
crowned with golden flowers.

The Ring of Barahir.

So Gandalf Greyhame thinks
he has found Isildur's heir.

The lost King of
Gondor. He is a fool.

The line was broken years ago.

It matters not.

The world of Men shall fall.

It will begin at Edoras.

I am ready, Gamling.

Bring my horse.

This is not a defeat.

We will return.

We will return.

You have some skill with a blade.

Women of this country
learned long ago:

Those without swords can
still die upon them.

I fear neither death nor pain.

What do you fear, my Lady?

A cage.

To stay behind bars until use
and old age accept them.

And all chance of valour has
gone beyond recall or desire.

You're a daughter of kings...

a shield maiden of Rohan.

I do not think that
would be your fate.

Theoden will not stay at Edoras.

It's vulnerable. He knows this.

He will expect an
attack on the city.

They will flee to Helm's Deep...

the great fortress of Rohan.

It is a dangerous road to
take through the mountains.

They will be slow.

They will have women and
children with them.

Send out your Warg-riders.

Hey, stinker, don't go
getting too far ahead.

- Why do you do that?
- What?

Call him names. Run him
down all the time.

Because.

Because that's what
he is, Mr Frodo.

There's nought left in
him but lies and deceit.

It's the Ring he wants.
It's all he cares about.

You have no idea what
it did to him...

what it's still doing to him.

I want to help him, Sam.

Why?

Because I have to believe
he can come back.

You can't save him, Mr Frodo.

What do you know
about it? Nothing.

I'm sorry, Sam. I don't
know why I said that.

I do.

It's the Ring.

You can't take your eyes off it.

I've seen you.

You're not eating.
You barely sleep.

It's taken hold of you, Mr Frodo.

- You have to fight it.
- I know what I have to do, Sam.

The Ring was entrusted
to me. It's my task.

Mine. My own.

Can't you hear yourself?

Don't you know who you sound like?

We wants it.

We needs it.

Must have the precious.

They stole it from us.

Sneaky little Hobbitses.

Wicked. Tricksy. False.

No. Not master.

Yes, precious. False.

They will cheat
you, hurt you, lie.

Master's my friend.

You don't have any
friends. Nobody likes you.

Not listening. I'm not listening.

You're a liar and a thief.

No.

Murderer.

Go away.

Go away?

I hate you.

I hate you.

Where would you be without
me? Gollum. Gollum.

I saved us.

It was me. We survived
because of me.

Not any more.

What did you say?

Master looks after us now.

We don't need you.

What?

Leave now...

and never come back.

No.

Leave now and never come back.

Leave now and never come back.

We told him to go away.

And away he goes, precious.

Gone. Gone. Gone.

Smeagol is free.

Look.

Look. See what Smeagol finds?

They are young.

They are tender. They are nice.

Yes, they are. Eat them. Eat them.

You'll make him sick, you will...

behaving like that.

There's only one way to
eat a brace of coneys.

What's it doing?

Stupid, fat Hobbit.

It ruins it.

What's to ruin? There's
hardly any meat on them.

What we need is a few good taters.

What's taters, precious?

What's taters?

Po-ta-toes.

Boil them, mash them,
stick them in a stew.

Lovely, big, golden chips with
a nice piece of fried fish.

Even you couldn't say no to that.

Oh, yes, we could.

Spoil a nice fish.

Give it to us raw...

and wriggling.

You keep nasty chips.

You're hopeless.

Mr Frodo?

- Who are they?
- Wicked Men.

Servants of Sauron.

They are called to Mordor.

The Dark One is gathering
all armies to him.

It won't be long now.
He will soon be ready.

- Ready to do what?
- To make his war.

The last war that will cover
all the world in Shadow.

We've got to get
moving. Come on, Sam.

Mr Frodo.

Look.

It's an Oliphaunt.

No one at home will believe this.

Smeagol?

We've lingered here too long.

Come on, Sam.

Wait. We're innocent travellers.

There are no travellers
in this land.

Only servants of the Dark Tower.

We are bound to an
errand of secrecy.

Those that claim to
oppose the enemy

would do well not to hinder us.

The enemy?

His sense of duty was no
less than yours, I deem.

You wonder what his name is...

where he came from.

And if he was really
evil at heart.

What lies or threats led him
on this long march from home.

If he would not rather
have stayed there...

in peace.

War will make corpses of us all.

Bind their hands.

It's true, you don't
see many Dwarf women.

And in fact, they are so alike
in voice and appearance...

that they're often
mistaken for Dwarf men.

It's the beards.

This, in turn, has given
rise to the belief...

that there are no Dwarf women...

and that Dwarves just spring
out of holes in the ground...

which is, of course, ridiculous.

It's all right. Nobody panic.

That was deliberate.
It was deliberate.

I haven't seen my niece
smile for a long time.

She was a girl when they
brought her father back dead.

Cut down by Orcs.

She watched her mother
succumb to grief.

Then she was left alone, to
tend her King in growing fear.

Doomed to wait upon an old man who
should have loved her as a father.

Gimli.

No, I couldn't

I really couldn't.

I made some stew.

It isn't much, but it's hot.

Thank you.

- It's good.
- Really?

My uncle told me a strange thing.

He said that you rode to war
with Thengel, my grandfather.

But he must be mistaken.

King Theoden has a good memory.

He was only a small
child at the time.

Then you must be at least 60.

Seventy?

But you cannot be 80.

Eighty-seven.

You are one of the Dunedain.

A descendant of Numenor,
blessed with long life.

It was said that your race
had passed into legend.

There are few of us left.

The Northern Kingdom was
destroyed long ago.

I'm sorry. Please, eat.

The light of the Evenstar
does not wax and wane.

It is mine to give to whom I will.

Like my heart.

Go to sleep.

I am asleep.

This is a dream.

Then it is a good dream.

Sleep.

You told me once...

that this day would come.

This is not the end...
it is the beginning.

You must go with Frodo.

That is your path.

My path is hidden from me.

It is already laid
before your feet.

You cannot falter now.

Arwen...

If you trust nothing else...

trust this.

Trust us.

Where is she?

The woman who gave you that jewel.

Our time here is ending.

Arwen's time is ending.

Let her go.

Let her take the
ship into the west.

Let her bear away her love for
you to the Undying Lands.

There it will be ever green.

But never more than memory.

I will not leave my
daughter here to die.

She stays because
she still has hope.

She stays for you.

She belongs with her people.

Is this how you would
take your leave?

Did you think you could slip away
at first light... unnoticed?

I will not be coming back.

You underestimate your skill
in battle. You will come back.

It is not of death in
battle that I speak.

What do you speak of?

You have a chance
for another life.

Away from war... grief... despair.

Why are you saying this?

I am mortal. You are Elf-kind.

It was a dream, Arwen.

Nothing more.

I don't believe you.

This belongs to you.

It was a gift.

Keep it.

My lord?

She is sailing to
the Undying Lands

with all that is left of her kin.

What is it?

- Hama?
- I'm not sure.

Wargs.

A scout.

- What is it? What do you see?
- Warg. We're under attack.

Get them out of here.

All riders to the
head of the column.

Come on. Get me up
here. I'm a rider.

Come on.

You must lead the people to
Helm's Deep, and make haste.

- I can fight.
- No.

You must do this, for me.

Follow me.

- Forward. I mean, charge forward.
- Make for the lower ground.

- That's it. Go on.
- Stay together.

Bring your pretty face to my axe.

That one counts as mine.

Stinking creature.

Aragorn.

Aragorn?

Tell me what happened and
I will ease your passing.

He's...

dead.

He took a little
tumble off the cliff.

You lie.

Get the wounded on horses.

The wolves of
Isengard will return.

Leave the dead.

Come.

- At last.
- Helm's Deep.

There it is, Helm's Deep.

We're safe.

We're safe, my Lady.

Thank you.

- Mama.
- Eothain.

Freda.

Where is the rest?

This is all we could
save, my Lady.

Take it to the caves.

Make way for the King.

Make way for Theoden.
Make way for the King.

So few. So few of
you have returned.

Our people are safe.

We have paid for it
with many lives.

My Lady.

Lord Aragorn...

where is he?

He fell.

Draw all our forces
behind the wall.

Bar the gate. And set a
watch on the surround.

What of those who cannot fight,
my lord? The women and children?

Get them into the caves.

Saruman's arm will
have grown long indeed

if he thinks he can reach us here.

Helm's Deep has one weakness.

Its outer wall is solid rock...

but for a small culvert
at its base...

which is little more than a drain.

How? How can fire undo stone?

What kind of device could
bring down the wall?

If the wall is breached,
Helm's Deep will fall.

Even if it is breached, it would
take a number beyond reckoning...

thousands, to storm the Keep.

Tens of thousands.

But, my lord, there
is no such force.

A new power is rising.

Its victory is at hand.

This night...

the land will be stained
with the blood of Rohan.

March to Helm's Deep.

Leave none alive.

To war.

There will be no dawn for Men.

Look. There's smoke to the south.

There is always smoke rising...

from Isengard these days.

Isengard?

There was a time...

when Saruman would
walk in my woods.

But now he has a mind of metal...

and wheels.

He no longer cares
for growing things.

What is it?

It's Saruman's army.

The war has started.

May the grace of the
Valar protect you.

Brego.

Arwen.

It is time.

The ships are leaving for Valinor.
Go now... before it is too late.

I have made my choice.

He is not coming back.

Why do you linger here
when there is no hope?

There is still hope.

If Aragorn survives this war,
you will still be parted.

If Sauron is defeated and
Aragorn made King...

and all that you hope
for comes true...

you will still have to taste
the bitterness of mortality.

Whether by the sword or
the slow decay of time...

Aragorn will die.

And there will be no
comfort for you...

no comfort to ease the
pain of his passing.

He will come to death...

an image of the splendour
of the kings of Men...

in glory undimmed before
the breaking of the world.

But you, my daughter...

you will linger on in
darkness and in doubt...

as nightfall in winter
that comes without a star.

Here you will dwell...

bound to your grief under
the fading trees...

until all the world is changed...

and the long years of your
life are utterly spent.

Arwen.

There is nothing for you here...

only death.

Do I not also have your love?

You have my love, father.

The world has changed.

I feel it in the water.

I feel it in the earth.

I smell it in the air.

The power of the enemy is growing.

Sauron will use his
puppet, Saruman...

to destroy the people of Rohan.

Isengard has been unleashed.

The Eye of Sauron now
turns to Gondor...

the last free kingdom of Men.

His war on this country
will come swiftly.

He senses the Ring is close.

The strength of the
Ring-bearer is failing.

In his heart, Frodo
begins to understand...

the quest will claim his life.

You know this.

You have foreseen it.

It is the risk we all took.

In the gathering dark, the
will of the Ring grows strong.

It works hard now to find its
way back into the hands of Men.

Men, who are so easily
seduced by its power.

The young Captain of Gondor
has but to extend his hand...

take the Ring for his own,
and the world will fall.

It is close now.

So close to achieving its goal.

For Sauron will have dominion
over all life on this Earth...

even unto to the
ending of the world.

The time of the Elves...

is over.

Do we leave Middle-earth
to its fate?

Do we let them stand alone?

What news?

Our scouts report Saruman
has attacked Rohan.

Theoden's people have
fled to Helm's Deep.

But we must look to
our own borders.

Faramir, Orcs are on the move.

Sauron is marshalling an army.

Easterlings and Southrons
are at the Black Gate.

How many?

Some thousands. More
come every day.

Who's covering the
river to the north?

We pulled 500 men at Osgiliath.

If their city is attacked,
we won't hold it.

Saruman attacks from Isengard.

Sauron from Mordor.

The fight will come to
Men on both fronts.

Gondor is weak.

Sauron will strike us soon.

And he will strike hard.

He knows now we do not have
the strength to repel him.

My men tell me that
you are Orc spies.

Spies? Now wait just a minute.

Well, if you're not
spies, then who are you?

Speak.

We are Hobbits of the Shire.

Frodo Baggins is my name,
and this is Samwise Gamgee.

Your bodyguard?

His gardener.

And where is your skulking friend?

That gangrel creature.

He had an ill-favoured look.

There was no other.

We set out from Rivendell
with seven companions.

One we lost in Moria...

two were my kin...

a Dwarf there was also.
And an Elf and two Men.

Aragorn, son of Arathorn,
and Boromir of Gondor.

You're a friend of Boromir?

Yes.

For my part.

It will grieve you then
to learn that he is dead.

Dead?

How? When?

As one of his companions, I'd
hoped you would tell me.

If something has happened to

Boromir, we would
have you tell us.

His horn washed up upon the
riverbank, about six days past.

It was cloven in two.

But more than this, I
know it in my heart.

He was my brother.

Boromir.

Boromir.

This city was once the
jewel of our kingdom.

A place of light and
beauty and music.

And so it shall be once more.

Let the armies of
Mordor know this:

Never again will the land of my
people fall into enemy hands.

This city of Osgiliath has
been reclaimed for Gondor.

- For Gondor.
- For Gondor.

- For Gondor.
- For Gondor.

Good speech. Nice and short.

Leaves more time for drinking.

Break out the ale.
These men are thirsty.

Remember today, little brother.

Today, life is good.

What?

He's here.

One moment of peace, can
he not give us that?

Where is he?

Where is Gondor's finest?
Where's my first-born?

Father.

They say you vanquished the
enemy almost single-handedly.

They exaggerate. The victory
belongs to Faramir also.

But for Faramir, this city
would still be standing.

Were you not entrusted
to protect it?

I would have done, but our
numbers were too few.

Oh, too few.

You let the enemy walk in
and take it on a whim.

Always you cast a poor
reflection on me.

That is not my intent.

You give him no credit, and
yet he tries to do your will.

He loves you, Father.

Do not trouble me with Faramir...

I know his uses, and they are few.

We have more urgent
things to speak of.

Elrond of Rivendell
has called a meeting.

He will not say why, but I
have guessed its purpose.

It is rumoured that the weapon
of the enemy has been found.

The One Ring.

Isildur's Bane.

It has fallen into the
hands of the Elves.

Everyone will try to claim
Men, Dwarves, wizards.

We cannot let that happen. This
thing must come to Gondor.

- Gondor.
- It's dangerous, I know.

Ever the Ring will seek to corrupt
the hearts of lesser Men.

But you, you are strong.
And our need is great.

It is our blood which is being
spilled, our people who are dying.

Sauron is biding his time.
He's massing fresh armies.

He will return.

And when he does, we will
be powerless to stop him.

You must go.

Bring me back this mighty gift.

No. My place is here with my
people. Not in Rivendell.

Would you deny your own father?

If there is need to
go to Rivendell...

- send me in his stead.
- You?

Oh, I see.

A chance for Faramir, Captain
of Gondor, to show his quality.

I think not.

I trust this mission
only to your brother.

The one who will not fail me.

Remember today, little brother.

Captain Faramir.

We found the third one.

You must come with me. Now.

Down there.

To enter the Forbidden Pool
bears the penalty of death.

They wait for my command.

Shall I shoot?

The rock and pool
is nice and cool.

So juicy sweet.

Our only wish to catch a fish.

So juicy sweet.

Wait.

This creature is bound to me.

And I to him.

He is our guide.

Please...

let me go down to him.

Smeagol.

Master is here.

Come, Smeagol.

Trust master. Come.

We must go now?

Smeagol, you must trust master.

Follow me. Come on.

Come.

Come, Smeagol.

Nice Smeagol. That's it.

Come on.

Don't hurt him.

Smeagol, don't struggle.
Smeagol, listen to me.

Master.

That's enough.

Where are you leading them?

Answer me.

Smeagol.

Why does it cry, Smeagol?

Cruel Men hurts us.

Master tricksed us.

Of course he did.

I told you he was tricksy.

I told you he was false.

Master is our friend.

Our friend.

Master betrayed us.

No. Not its business.

Leave us alone.

Filthy little Hobbitses.

They stole it from us.

No. No.

What did they steal?

My precious.

We have to get out of here.

You go. Go, now.

You can do it.

Use the Ring, Mr Frodo.

Just this once.

Put it on.

Disappear.

I can't.

You were right, Sam.

You tried to tell me but...

I'm sorry.

The Ring's taking me, Sam.

If I put it on...

he'll find me.

He'll see.

Mr Frodo...

So this is the answer
to all the riddles.

Here in the wild I have you...

two Halflings...

and a host of men at my call.

The Ring of Power within my grasp.

A chance for Faramir,
Captain of Gondor...

to show his quality.

No.

Stop it.

Leave him alone.

Don't you understand?

He's got to destroy it.

That's where we're
going, into Mordor.

To the Mountain of Fire.

Osgiliath is under attack.
They call for reinforcements.

Please. It's such a burden.

Will you not help him?

Captain?

Prepare to leave.

The Ring will go to Gondor.

Well done, Brego, my friend.

- He's alive.
- Where is he? Where is he?

Get out of the way. I'm
going to kill him.

You are the luckiest,
the canniest...

and the most reckless
man I ever knew.

Bless you, laddie.

Gimli, where is the King?

You're late.

You look terrible.

Thank you.

A great host, you say?

- All Isengard is emptied.
- How many?

Ten thousand strong at least.

Ten thousand?

It is an army bred for
a single purpose:

To destroy the world of Men.

They will be here by nightfall.

Let them come.

I want every man and strong
lad able to bear arms...

to be ready for
battle by nightfall.

We will cover the causeway
and the gate from above.

No army has ever breached
the Deeping Wall...

or set foot inside the Hornburg.

This is no rabble
of mindless Orcs.

These are Uruk-hai.

Their armour is thick and
their shields broad.

I have fought many
wars, Master Dwarf.

I know how to defend my own keep.

They will break upon this
fortress like water on rock.

Saruman's hordes will pillage
and burn. We've seen it before.

Crops can be resown...

homes rebuilt.

Within these walls...

we will outlast them.

They do not come to destroy
Rohan's crops or villages.

They come to destroy its people...

down to the last child.

What would you have me do?

Look at my men.

Their courage hangs by a thread.

If this is to be our end, then I

would have them
make such an end...

as to be worthy of remembrance.

Send out riders, my lord.

You must call for aid.

And who will come?

Elves?

Dwarves?

We are not so lucky in
our friends as you.

The old alliances are dead.

- Gondor will answer.
- Gondor?

Where was Gondor when
the Westfold fell?

Where was Gondor when our
enemies closed in around us?

Where was Gon...

No, my Lord Aragorn...

we are alone.

Get the women and
children into the caves.

We need more time to
lay provisions...

There is no time. War is upon us.

Secure the gate.

We Ents have not troubled...

about the wars of
Men and wizards...

for a very long time.

But now, something is
about to happen...

that has not happened...

for an age.

Entmoot.

What's that?

'Tis a gathering.

A gathering of what?

Beech. Oak.

Chestnut. Ash.

Good. Good. Good.

Many have come.

Now we must decide if the Ents...

will go to war.

Move back. Move to the caves.

Come on, people. Quickly, now.

We'll place the reserves
along the wall.

They can support the archers
from above the gate.

Aragorn, you must rest.

You're no use to us half alive.

Aragorn.

I'm to be sent with the
women into the caves.

That is an honourable charge.

To mind the children, to find food
and bedding when the men return.

What renown is there in that?

My Lady, a time may come
for valour without renown.

Who then will your people
look to in the last defence?

Let me stand at your side.

It is not in my power
to command it.

You do not command
the others to stay.

They fight beside you because they
would not be parted from you.

Because they love you.

I'm sorry.

Farmers, farriers, stable boys.

These are no soldiers.

- Most have seen too many winters.
- Or too few.

Look at them. They're frightened.

I can see it in their eyes.

And they should be...

Three hundred against
ten thousand.

They have more hope of defending
themselves here than at Edoras

Aragorn, they cannot win this
fight. They are all going to die.

Then I shall die as one of them.

Let him go, lad.

Let him be.

Every villager able
to wield a sword

has been sent to the armoury.

My lord?

Who am I, Gamling?

You are our King, sire.

And do you trust your King?

Your men, my lord...

will follow you to whatever end.

To whatever end.

Where is the horse and the rider?

Where is the horn
that was blowing?

They have passed like
rain on the mountains.

Like wind in the meadow.

The days have gone
down in the West...

behind the hills...

into Shadow.

How did it come to this?

It's been going for hours.

They must have decided
something by now.

Decided? No.

We only just finished saying...

"good morning."

But it's night-time already.

You can't take forever.

Don't be hasty.

We're running out of time.

Move. Move to the outer wall.

Give me your sword.

What is your name?

Haleth, son of Hama, my lord.

The men are saying we will
not live out the night.

They say that it is hopeless.

This is a good sword.

Haleth, son of Hama...

there is always hope.

We have trusted you this far.
You have not led us astray.

Forgive me.

I was wrong to despair.

There is nothing to
forgive, Legolas.

We had time, I'd
get this adjusted.

It's a little tight
across the chest.

That is no Orc horn.

Send for the King.

- Open the gate.
- Open up the gate.

How is this possible?

I bring word from
Elrond of Rivendell.

An alliance once existed
between Elves and Men.

Long ago we fought
and died together.

We come to honour that allegiance.

Well-met, Haldir.

You are most welcome.

We are proud to fight
alongside Men once more.

You could have picked
a better spot.

Well, lad, whatever luck you live
by, let's hope it lasts the night.

Your friends are
with you, Aragorn.

Let's hope they last the night.

Show them no mercy...

For you shall receive none.

- What's happening out there?
- Shall I describe it to you?

Or would you like me
to find you a box?

Hold.

So it begins.

Prepare to fire.

Their armour is weak at the
neck and beneath the arm.

Release the arrows.

Did they hit anything?

Give them a volley.

- Fire.
- Fire.

Full volley.

Send them to me. Come on.

Ladders.

Good.

Swords. Swords.

Legolas. Two already.

I'm on 17.

I'll have no pointy-ear
outscoring me.

Nineteen.

Merry.

We have just agreed.

Yes?

I have told your names
to the Entmoot...

and we have agreed...

you are not Orcs.

Well, that's good news.

And what about Saruman? Have you
come to a decision about him?

Now, don't be hasty,
Master Meriadoc.

Hasty?

Our friends are out there.

They need our help. They cannot
fight this war on their own.

War? Yes.

It affects us all.

Tree, root and twig.

But you must understand,
young Hobbit...

it takes a long time...

to say anything in Old Entish...

and we never say anything...

unless it is worth taking...

a long time to say.

Seventeen. Eighteen.

Nineteen.

Twenty.

Twenty-one.

Causeway.

Is this it?

Is this is all you can
conjure, Saruman?

Bring him down, Legolas.

Kill him. Kill him.

Brace the gate.

Hold them. Stand firm.

Aragorn.

Gimli.

Release arrows.

Charge.

The Ents cannot hold
back this storm.

We must weather such things
as we have always done.

How can that be your decision?

This is not our war.

But you're part of this world.

Aren't you?

You must help. Please.

You must do something.

You are young and
brave, Master Merry.

But your part in
this tale is over.

Go back to your home.

Maybe Treebeard's right.

We don't belong here, Merry.

It's too big for us.

What can we do in the end?

We've got the Shire.

Maybe we should go home.

The fires of Isengard
will spread...

and the woods of Tuckborough
and Buckland will burn.

And...

And all that was once green and
good in this world will be gone.

There won't be a Shire, Pippin.

Aragorn.

Fall back to the Keep.

Get your men out of there.

To the Keep.

Pull back to the Keep

Haldir. To the Keep.

What are you doing? What
are you stopping for?

To the Keep.

Haldir.

Brace the gate.

Hold them.

To the gate. Draw your swords.

Make way.

We cannot hold much longer.

- Hold them.
- How long do you need?

As long as you can give me.

Gimli.

Timbers.

Brace the gate.

Come on. We can take them.

It's a long way.

Toss me.

- What?
- I cannot jump the distance.

You'll have to toss me.

Don't tell the Elf.

Not a word.

Shore up the door.

- Make way.
- Follow me to the barricade.

Watch our backs.

- Throw another one over here.
- Higher.

Hold fast the gate.

Gimli. Aragorn. Get out of there.

Aragorn.

Pull everybody back.

Pull them back.

Fall back.

Fall back.

They have broken through.

The castle is breached. Retreat.

- Fall back.
- Retreat.

Hurry. Inside. Get them inside.

Into the Keep.

I will leave you at the western
borders of the forest.

You can make your way north
to your homeland from there.

Wait. Stop.

Stop.

Turn around.

- Turn around. Take us south.
- South?

But that will lead
you past Isengard.

Yes. Exactly.

If we go south, we can slip
past Saruman unnoticed.

The closer we are to danger,
the farther we are from harm.

It's the last thing he'll expect.

That doesn't make sense to me.

But then...

you are very small.

Perhaps you're right.

South it is, then.

Hold on, little Shirelings.

I always like going south.

Somehow it feels
like going downhill.

Are you mad? We'll be caught.

No, we won't.

Not this time.

Look.

Osgiliath burns.

Mordor has come.

The Ring will not save Gondor.

It has only the power to destroy.

Please...

let me go.

Hurry.

Faramir.

You must let me go.

And those little family
of field mice...

that climb up sometimes, and
they tickle me awfully.

They're always trying to get
somewhere where they...

Many of these trees
were my friends.

Creatures I had known
from nut and acorn.

I'm sorry, Treebeard.

They had voices of their own.

Saruman.

A Wizard should know better.

There is no curse in Elvish...

Entish or the tongues of Men...

for this treachery.

Look. The trees. They're moving.

Where are they going?

They have business with the Orcs.

My business is with
Isengard tonight...

with rock and stone.

Yes.

Come, my friends.

The Ents are going to war.

It is likely...

that we go to our doom.

Last march...

of the Ents.

Faramir. Orcs have
taken the eastern

shore. Their numbers
are too great.

By nightfall we will be overrun.

Mr Frodo?

It's calling to him, Sam.
His Eye is almost on me.

Hold on, Mr Frodo.
You'll be all right.

Take them to my father.

Tell him Faramir
sends a mighty gift.

A weapon that will change
our fortunes in this war.

Do you want to know what
happened to Boromir?

You want to know why
your brother died?

He tried to take the
Ring from Frodo

after swearing an
oath to protect him.

He tried to kill him.

The Ring drove your brother mad.

Watch out.

Mr Frodo?

They're here.

They've come.

Nazgul.

Stay here. Keep out of sight.

Take cover.

The fortress is taken.

It is over.

You said this fortress would never
fall while your men defend it.

They still defend it. They
have died defending it.

They're breaking in.

They're past the door.

Is there no other
way for the women

and children to get
out of the caves?

Is there no other way?

There is one passage. It
leads into the mountains.

But they will not get far.
The Uruk-hai are too many.

Tell the women and children to
make for the mountain pass.

- And barricade the entrance.
- So much death.

What can Men do against
such reckless hate?

Ride out with me.

Ride out and meet them.

For death and glory.

For Rohan.

For your people.

The sun is rising.

Look to my coming at first
light on the fifth day.

At dawn...

look to the east.

Yes.

Yes.

The horn of Helm Hammerhand...

shall sound in the Deep...

one last time.

Yes.

Let this be the hour when
we draw swords together.

Fell deeds, awake.

Now for wrath...

now for ruin and a red dawn.

Forth Eorlingas.

Gandalf.

Theoden King stands alone.

Not alone.

Rohirrim.

Eomer.

To the King.

Yes.

A hit. A fine hit.

Break the dam.

Release the river.

Pippin. Hold on.

Hold on, little Hobbits.

What are you doing?

Where are you going?

It's me.

It's your Sam.

Don't you know your Sam?

I can't do this, Sam.

I know.

It's all wrong.

By rights, we shouldn't
even be here.

But we are.

It's like in the great
stories, Mr Frodo.

The ones that really mattered.

Full of darkness and
danger they were.

And sometimes you didn't
want to know the end...

because how could
the end be happy?

How could the world go
back to the way it was...

when so much bad had happened?

Victory.

We have victory.

But in the end, it's
only a passing thing...

this shadow.

Even darkness must pass.

A new day will come.

And when the sun shines, it
will shine out the clearer.

Those were the stories
that stayed with you...

that meant something.

Even if you were too
small to understand why.

But I think, Mr Frodo,
I do understand.

I know now.

Folk in those stories...

had lots of chances of turning
back, only they didn't.

They kept going...

because they were holding
on to something.

What are we holding on to, Sam?

That there's some good
in this world, Mr Frodo.

And it's worth fighting for.

I think at last we understand
one another, Frodo Baggins.

You know the laws of our country,
the laws of your father.

If you let them go, your
life will be forfeit.

Then it is forfeit.

Release them.

Stay out of the forest.

Keep away from the trees.

Final count...

- 42.
- 42?

That's not bad for a
pointy-eared Elvish princeling.

I myself am sitting pretty on 43.

- 43.
- He was already dead.

- He was twitching.
- He was twitching...

because he's got my axe
embedded in his nervous system.

He doesn't look too
happy, does he?

Not too happy at all, Merry.

Still, I suppose the view would
be quite nice from up there.

Oh, yes. It's a quality
establishment.

I hear the staff are very good.

- What are you doing?
- Nothing.

The world's back to
normal, that's all.

No, it isn't.

I'm starving.

Good luck trying to find
something decent around here.

Probably dead rats
and mouldy bread.

Saruman's storeroom.

I don't believe it.

It can't be.

- It is.
- Longbottom Leaf.

The finest pipe-weed
in South Farthing.

It's perfect. One barrel each.

Wait.

Do you think we should
share it with Treebeard?

Share it?

No. No.

Dead plant and all that.

Don't think he'd understand.

Could be a distant relative.

I get it.

Don't be hasty.

Exactly.

Bar-hrum.

This is the old sewer.

Runs right under the river
through to the edge of the city.

You'll find cover
in the woods there.

Captain Faramir...

you have shown your quality, sir.

The very highest.

The Shire must truly be a
great realm, Master Gamgee...

where gardeners are
held in high honour.

What road will you take
once you reach the woods?

Gollum says there's a path...

near Minas Morgul that climbs
up into the mountains.

Cirith Ungol?

- Is that its name?
- No.

No.

- Yes.
- Frodo...

they say a dark terror dwells in
the passes above Minas Morgul.

- You cannot go that way.
- It is the only way.

Master says we must go to
Mordor, so we must try.

I must.

Go, Frodo. Go with the
goodwill of all Men.

Thank you.

May death find you quickly
if you bring them to harm.

Come on, keep up.

Mr Frodo didn't mean for
them Rangers to hurt you.

You know that, don't you?

He was trying to save you, see?

Save me?

So there's no hard feelings.

- Forgive and forget.
- No, no, no hard feelings.

Gollum, Gollum.

Yes, master.

- Nice Hobbits.
- Very decent of you.

Very decent, indeed, Gollum.

Sauron's wrath will be terrible,
his retribution swift.

The battle for
Helm's Deep is over.

The battle for Middle-earth
is about to begin.

All our hopes now lie with
two little Hobbits...

somewhere in the wilderness.

I wonder if we'll ever be
put into songs or tales.

What?

I wonder if people will ever say,

Let's hear about
Frodo and the Ring.

And they'll say, Yes. That's
one of my favourite stories.

Frodo was really courageous,
wasn't he, Dad?

Yes, my boy.

The most famousest of Hobbits.
And that's saying a lot.

Well, you've left out one
of the chief characters:

Samwise the Brave.

I want to hear more about Sam.

Frodo wouldn't have
got far without Sam.

Now, Mr Frodo, you shouldn't
make fun. I was being serious.

So was I.

Samwise the Brave.

Smeagol?

We're not going to
wait for you. Come on.

Master.

Master looks after us.

Master wouldn't hurt us.

Master broke his promise.

Don't ask Smeagol.

Poor, poor Smeagol.

Master betrayed us.

Wicked. Tricksy. False.

We ought to wring his
filthy little neck.

Kill him. Kill him.

Kill them both.

And then we take the precious...

and we be the master.

But the fat Hobbit, he knows.

Eyes always watching.

Then we stabs them out.

Put out his eyeses
and make him crawl.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Kill them both.

Yes. No. No.

It's too risky. It's too risky.

Where is he? Where has he gone?

- Hey, Gollum. Where are you?
- Smeagol?

We could let her do it.

Yes. She could do it.

Yes, precious, she could.

And then we takes it
once they're dead.

Once they're dead.

Come on, Hobbits.
Long ways to go yet.

Smeagol will show you the way.

Follow me.