"The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers" Movie Transcript
Transcribed from "The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers".
Screenplay by Peter Jackson, Fran Walsh and Philippa Boyens.
Based on "The Lord of The Rings" trilogy by J.R.R Tolkien.
Accela, Aina, Bad burn, Bridget Chubb, Brionn Equus (Lochrann),
Drusilia, Elf Lady, Éowyn Unquendor, Feanari, Finafyr, Flourish,
Galadriel, Heri, Julamb, JustinsIce(Mdjasrie), Kazren, Krystal,
LadyÉowynKenobi, Lady Evenstar, Legolas’Bow, Lithorose, Melody,
Mormegil, Nilmandra, Padfoot, Penwiper, Pilgrim Grey, Primula
Baggins, Randy Savage, Samwise the Brave, Sirius Black, Tethra,
The Lidless Eye, Turnar, Xyla, Yaksha
Elvish dialogue from
The Elvish Linguistic Fellowship.
New Line Cinema Presents...
A Wingnut Films Production
<<TITLE: THE LORD OF THE RINGS>>
<Camera pans over the Misty Mountains as voices drift in from the
Gandalf: You cannot pass!
Gandalf: I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the Flame
<Camera pans closer to the mountain
Gandalf: Argh! Go back to the shadow. The Dark Fire will not avail
you, Flame of Udûn! <Camera zooms in
through the mountain and focuses on Gandalf and the Balrog on the
bridge of Khazad-dûm. The Balrog strikes down on Gandalf with its
flaming sword. Gandalf parries the blow with Glamdring, shattering
the Balrog’s sword.> YOU… SHALL NOT... PASS!!!
<Gandalf strikes his staff onto the
bridge. As the Balrog steps forward, the bridge collapses from
under it and the demon plunges backward into the chasm. Gandalf,
exhausted, leans on his staff and watches the Balrog fall then
turns to follow the others. At the last minute, the flaming whip
lashes up from the depths of the abyss and winds around Gandalf’s
ankle, dragging him over the edge. He clings onto the bridge but
is straining to keep his grip.>
<Frodo rushes forward but Boromir
Boromir: No! No!
Gandalf: Fly, you fools!
<Gandalf loses his grip and falls into
<<Gandalf loses his grip and falls into
<Calls after Gandalf as he falls into the abyss>
<Gandalf falls after the Balrog and grabs
hold of his sword Glamdring on his way down. As they continue to
plunge into the depths, Gandalf hacks away at the Balrog even as
it thrashes and bounces off the walls. They continue to plunge at
great speed, sometimes with Gandalf clinging to the horn of the
demon. The battling pair then falls into an enormous cavern and
plunges into the water. Just then Frodo awakens as if from a
Sam: What is it, Mr. Frodo?
Frodo: Nothing. Just a dream. <Lies back
<<TITLE: THE TWO TOWERS>>
<Frodo and Sam climbs over the rocky
terrain Emyn Muil. They look into the distance at the Mountain of
Sam: Mordor. The one place in Middle-earth we don’t want to see
any closer, and 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.
Frodo: He didn’t mean for a lot of things to happen, Sam... but
<Suddenly Frodo feels and sees the Eye
zooming in on him. He gasps and pants as he backs away.>
Sam: Mr. Frodo? It’s the Ring, isn’t it?
Frodo: It’s getting heavier. <Clutches
the Ring by his chest and sits down, still panting. He then
fumbles for his water bottle and takes a sip.>
Frodo: What food have we got left?
Sam: Well, let me see. <He takes out a
package of lembas bread from his pack> Oh yes, lovely –
Lembas bread. And look! <He digs deeper
into his pack> More lembas bread.
<Sam shows another package. He then
breaks off a piece and tosses it to Frodo, and munches on a piece
Sam: I don't usually hold with foreign food, but this Elvish
stuff, it’s not bad.
Frodo: <smiles> Nothing ever
dampens your spirits, does it Sam?
<Sam smiles back, and then looks
ominously towards Mordor.>
Sam: Those rain clouds might.
<They continue trekking through difficult
terrain, often huddling underneath their cloaks.>
Sam: <Looks around> This looks
Frodo: <Exasperated> It’s because
we’ve been here before! We’re going in circles.
Sam: Ah! What's that 'orrid stink? I'll warrant there's a nasty
bog nearby. Can you smell it?
Frodo: Yes. I can smell it. <Drops to a
whisper> We’re not alone.
<Nighttime: Frodo and Sam are sleeping. A
dark shape appears on top of the cliff. The creature Gollum has
appeared and is making his way down to the hobbits.>
Gollum: The thieves! The thieves! The filthy little thieves! Where
is it? Where isss it? They stole it from us. My preciousss.
<Gollum creeps closer and closer.>
Curse them! We hates them! It’s ours, it is... and we wantssss it!
<Gollum reaches out his hand towards the
hobbits. Suddenly the hobbits spring up, grab hold of Gollum’s
arms and pull him down. Amidst the struggle, Gollum wriggles loose
and leaps onto Frodo. As Frodo falls back, the chain and Ring
around his neck is revealed and Gollum jumps straight for the
Ring. Sam tries to grab at him but is knocked away. Gollum now
jumps on top of Frodo and tries to reach for the Ring even as
Frodo grabs his hands and tries to push him away. Gollum’s cheeks
puff with exertion as he struggles with Frodo, his enormous eyes
fixed on the Ring. Sam grabs hold of Gollum again and tears him
away from Frodo. Gollum then turns around and bites Sam on the
shoulder, wriggles around and clasps his arms around Sam’s neck
and legs around his waist in a death grip. Frodo unsheathes Sting
and holds it to Gollum's throat.>
Frodo: <menacingly> This is Sting.
You’ve seen it before, haven’t you... Gollum! Release him or I’ll
cut your throat!
<Slowly, Gollum loosens his grip on Sam
and as the latter disentangles himself, Gollum wails. In the next
scene, Gollum is being dragged with Sam's Elvish rope around his
neck, wailing and writhing in pain.>
Gollum: It burns! It burns us! It freezes! Nasty Elves twisted it.
Take it off us!
Sam: Quiet you!
<Sam tugs fiercely at the rope. Gollum
cries some more and collapses onto his back. Sam turns to Frodo in
Sam: It’s hopeless! Every Orc in Mordor’s going to hear this
racket! Let’s just tie him up and leave him.
Gollum: No! That would kill us! Kill us!
Sam: It’s no more than you deserve!
Frodo: Maybe he does deserve to die, but now that I see him, I do
Gollum: <Begging> We be nice to
them if they be nice to us. Take it off us. We swears to do what
you wants. We swears.
Frodo: There’s no promise you can make that I can trust.
Gollum: We swears to serve the master of the preciousss. We swears
on... on the precious. *Gollum. Gollum.*
Frodo: The Ring is treacherous. It will hold you to your word.
Gollum: Yes... on the preciousss. On the preciousss.
Sam: I don’t believe you! <Gollum backs
away, frightened, and climbs onto a boulder> Get down! I
<Sam jerks strongly at the rope as Gollum
tries to get away from him. He crashes onto the ground, choking.>
Sam: He’s trying to trick us! We let him go he’ll throttle us in
<Gollum lies panting and holding his
throat. He backs away, frightened, as Frodo approaches him.>
Frodo: You know the way to Mordor?
Gollum: <nods warily> Yes...
Frodo: You’ve been there before?
Gollum: <nods again> Yes...
<Frodo reaches out and takes the rope
noose off Gollum’s neck. Gollum seems surprised and relieved.>
Frodo: You will lead us to the Black Gate.
<Gollum scrambles off in the direction of
Morannon and the hobbits follow in his wake.>
<A band of Uruk-hai marches across the plain, with two hobbits
bound to the backs of two Uruk-hai. Pippin tries to call to Merry,
who is unconscious with a gash on his right brow.>
Pippin: Merry. Merry! <He receives no
<Suddenly, an Uruk-hai puts up his hand and signals a stop.>
Uglúk: What is it? What do you smell?
Man-flesh Uruk: <sniffs the air>
Pippin: <quietly to himself>
Uglúk: They've picked up our trail! Let's move!
<The Uruk-hai quicken their pace. Pippin
struggles to reach his Elven brooch with his teeth. He then tears
it off his cloak and drops it onto the ground. A foot stomps onto
the brooch but it remains unbroken and visible on the grass.>
<Aragorn is lying with his eyes closed and ear pressed to the
ground, listening for the sound of footsteps.>
Aragorn: Their pace has quickened. <He
looks up.> They must have caught our scent. Hurry!
<He runs off.>
Legolas: Come on, Gimli! <Looks back at
Gimli and then runs after Aragorn>
Gimli: <pauses in his steps and huffs>
Three days’ and nights’ pursuit. No food. No rest. And no sign of
our quarry but what bare rock can tell.
<Runs after his companions.>
<The Three Hunters run across rocks and plains, with Aragorn in
the lead, followed by Legolas and Gimli. From time to time,
Legolas looks back to make sure that Gimli is keeping up. Aragorn
suddenly bends down to pick up an Elven brooch from the ground.>
Aragorn: Not idly do the leaves of Lórien fall.
Legolas: <stops and turns to Aragorn.>
They may yet be alive.
Aragorn: Less than a day ahead of us. Come!
<Runs off again>
<Gimli stumbles from behind some rocks and rolls to the ground>
Legolas: Come, Gimli! We are gaining on them!
Gimli: <Panting> I am wasted on
cross-country! We dwarves are natural sprinters! Very dangerous
over short distances!
<The trackers come over a hill and pause
as they gaze across the plains below.>
Aragorn: Rohan. Home of the horse-lords. There is something
strange at work here. Some evil gives speed to these creatures,
sets its will against us.
<Legolas runs ahead and looks out to the
Aragorn: Legolas, what do your Elf eyes see?
Legolas: The Uruks turn northeast. They’re taking the hobbits to
<The tower of Orthanc stands amidst the smoking caverns of
Isengard. Saruman stands in his chamber, communicating with the
Dark Lord through the Palantír.>
Saruman (V.O.): The world is changing.
<View changes to the tower of Barad-dûr, with its huge Orc armies
on a bridge.> 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?
<Camera pans upwards along the height of
the tower of Barad-dûr until the flaming Eye is in view.>
Saruman (V.O.): Together, my lord Sauron, we shall rule this
<The trees around Isengard are being
ripped down, chopped up and used to feed huge furnaces. The
caverns of Isengard glow with the fires of industry, sounds of
hammering fill the air and molten iron is poured into casts to
Saruman (V.O.): 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. We have only to remove those who oppose us.
<Saruman stands in the midst of a
gathering of Dunlanders.>
Saruman: The horsemen took your land. They drove your people into
the hills to scratch a living off rocks.
Dunland Man: Murderers!
Saruman: Take back the lands they stole from you! Burn every
Crowd: <Roars with approval> Argh!!
<They stomp off to destroy the villages
of Rohan as Saruman stands coldly still among the stampede. A
Rohan village is in pandemonium as people try to escape the
Saruman (V.O.): It will begin in Rohan. Too long have these
peasants stood against you. But no more.
<A woman with her hand on a horse calls
out to her children.>
Morwen: Éothain! Éothain! You take your sister. You’ll go faster
with just two.
Freda: <As Morwen puts her onto the horse
in front of her brother> Papa says Éothain must not ride
Garulf, he is too big for him!
Morwen: Listen to me. You must ride to Edoras and raise the alarm.
Do you understand me?
Éothain: Yes, Ma!
Freda: <starts to cry> I don’t
wanna leave! I don't wanna go, Mama!
Morwen: Freda, I will find you there.
<A woman screams>
<The children ride off.>
Morwen: <Looks after them> Go
<Dunlanders and Uruk-hai enter the
village, burning everything in sights as the Rohirrim scream and
run in all directions. Éothain and Freda weep as they look back
from a distance.>
Saruman (V.O.): Rohan, my lord, is ready to fall.
<A group of horsemen ride to Edoras.
Éomer is in the lead, carrying a gravely wounded Théodred.>
<Éowyn runs hastily up the stairs to the Golden Hall and enters a
bedchamber. She runs to the bed.>
<Théodred seems to hear her call but is
unable to respond. He has a bloody gash on the side of his head.
Éomer nods to Éowyn in the direction of Théodred’s torso. Éowyn
draws back the covers and upon seeing Théodred’s fatal wound, her
lips tighten and eyes close. She looks up to catch Éomer’s eye.>
<Éomer and Éowyn are speaking to Théoden-king who sits motionless
on his throne, wizened, and aged beyond his years.>
Éowyn: Your son is badly wounded, my lord.
Éomer: He was ambushed by Orcs. If we don’t defend our country,
Saruman will take it by force.
Gríma: That is a lie! <Appears from the
shadows.> Saruman the White has ever been our friend and
Théoden: <mumbles feebly> Gríma…
Gríma… <Gríma leans down close to the
King.>My son...? Gríma...?
Éomer: Orcs are roaming freely across our lands. Unchecked.
Unchallenged. Killing at will. Orcs bearing the white hand of
Saruman. <He drops a helmet onto the
ground, which topples over to reveal the white hand of Saruman.>
Gríma: Why do you lay these troubles on an already troubled mind.
Can you not see? Your uncle is wearied by your malcontent, your
<Éomer grabs Gríma and pins him against a
Éomer: How long is it since Saruman bought you? What was the
promised price, Gríma? When all the men are dead you will take
your share of the treasure?
<Gríma’s eyes flicks to right, watching
Éowyn as she walks by. Éowyn stops to stare back for a moment
before departing form the hall. Éomer jerks Gríma again and
clutches his hand around Gríma’s jaw.>
Éomer: Too long have you watched my sister, too long have you
haunted her steps.
<Gríma's eyes look to the left and relax
as Éomer is suddenly pulled off Gríma by his thugs.>
Gríma: You see much Éomer, Son of Éomund. Too much.
<The thugs punch Éomer n the stomach>
You are banished forthwith from the kingdom of Rohan. Under pain
Éomer: <Being dragged away> Argh!!
<Uruk-hai and Orcs continue to march across the plains with their
hobbit captives, with Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli hot on their
Gimli: Keep breathing! That’s the key! Breathe! Ho!
Legolas: They’ve run as if the very whips of their masters were
<They continue running over vast
distances. The Uruk-hai and Orcs halt at nightfall, many panting
Mordor Orc: We’re not going no further till we’ve had a breather!
Uglúk: Get a fire going!
<As the Orcs and Uruk-hai take their
rest, Pippin crawls over towards Merry.>
Pippin: Merry! Merry!
Merry: <opens his eyes> I think...
we might have made a mistake leaving the Shire, Pippin.
<A group of Orcs chops down the trees
nearby for firewood. Low groans and rumbles start to emerge from
Pippin: What’s making that noise?
Merry: <looks towards the forest>
It’s the trees.
Merry: Do you remember the Old Forest? On the borders of Buckland?
Folk used to say that there was something in the water that made
the trees grow tall... and come alive.
Merry: Trees that could whisper. Talk to each other. Even move.
Maúhur: I'm starving. We ain't 'ad nothin' but maggoty bread for
three stinkin' days!
Snaga: Yeah. Why can’t we have some meat?
<His eyes rest on the hobbits.> What about them? They’re
Uglúk: They are not for eating!
Grishnákh: What about their legs? They don't need those. Ooh… They
Uglúk: <Shoves at the Orcs> Get
<The other Orcs are getting restless.>
Mordor Orc: Carve them up!
Snaga: <Moves towards the hobbits with
his blade drawn> Just a mouth full.
<Pippin and Merry recoil in fright. Uglúk
jumps on the Orc and cuts off his head, which bounces off the
Uglúk: Looks like meat’s back on the menu, boys!!
<The Uruk-hai and Orcs cheer and started
tearing into the fresh meat, intestines flying, taking their eyes
off the hobbits for a while.>
Merry: Pippin, let’s go.
<Their hands still bound, the hobbits try
to crawl away. Suddenly a foot comes down on Merry and Pippin is
turned onto his back.>
Grishnákh: <Brandishing a blade in front
of Pippin’s face> Go on, call for help. Squeal! No one’s
gonna save you now!
<Suddenly, a spear pierces the Orc's
back. Mayhem ensues as Riders of Rohan burst out from their hiding
places and ambush the Orcs.>
Merry: Pippin! <Gestures for them to make
<The hobbits try to escape from the pandemonium to the forest,
dodging bodies and stomping feet. Suddenly Pippin turns onto his
face and looks up to a pair of thrashing hooves bearing down on
<The Three Hunters are still chasing after the Uruk-hai. It is
Legolas: <Pauses and looks up> A
red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night.
<Camera pans over the rock and plains,
alternating between the band of Uruk-hai and the Three Hunters
giving chase. The trackers hear the sound of horses. Aragorn and
company hide behind some boulders. A large group of horse-men
appears, galloping quickly with their banners flying. Aragorn
comes out of hiding as they pass, followed by Legolas and Gimli.>
Aragorn: Riders of Rohan, what news from the Mark?
<At a signal from Éomer at the lead, the
riders make a quick turn and head towards them, surrounding them
in ever-tightening circles. As they stop, they point their long
spears menacingly at them.>
Éomer: What business does an Elf, a man and a Dwarf have in the
Riddermark? Speak quickly!
Gimli: Give me your name, Horsemaster, and I shall give you mine.
<Éomer hands his staff to another rider,
and gets off his horse. Aragorn puts a hand on Gimli’s shoulder.>
Éomer: I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little
higher from the ground.
<Legolas, in a lightning fast move,
points an arrow at Éomer.>
Legolas: You would die before your stroke fell!
<The riders all point their spears closer
at the travellers. After a tense moment, Aragorn pushes down
Aragorn: I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of
Glóin and Legolas of the Woodland realm. We are friends of Rohan
and of Théoden, your king.
Éomer: Théoden no longer recognizes friend from foe.
<Takes off helmet> Not even his
<The spears are withdrawn.>
Éomer: 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.
Aragorn: We are not spies. We track a party of Uruk-hai westward
across the plain. They’ve taken two of our friends captive.
Éomer: The Uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them during the
Gimli: But there were two hobbits. Did you see two hobbits with
Aragorn: They would be small – only children to your eyes.
Éomer: We left none alive. We piled the carcasses and burned them.
<Points to a smoking pile in the
Éomer: <nods> I am sorry.
<Legolas puts a hand on Gimli’s shoulder
in grief. Éomer turns and whistles.>
Éomer: Hasufel! Arod! <Two horses move
up.> May these horses bear you to better fortune than their
former masters. Farewell.
<Éomer puts on his helmet and gets back
on his horse>
Éomer: Look for your friends. But do not trust to hope, it has
forsaken these lands. <To the riders>
We ride north!
<Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli look on as
the Riders go off. They then ride towards the burning carcasses.
Gimli starts to shift through the smoldering pile, and pulls out a
charred belt and dagger sheath.>
Gimli: It’s one of their wee belts.
Legolas: <with his head bowed and eyes
closed> Hiro îth… ab 'wanath... (May they find peace
Aragorn: <Kicks a helmet and yells>
AAARRGGHH!!! <He falls to his
Gimli: We failed them.
<Aragorn looks to the side as some tracks
catch his attention.>
Aragorn: A hobbit lay here, and the other.
<Flashback: Pippin yells as he looks up
at a pair of thrashing hooves bearing down on him. He rolls over,
avoiding the hooves.> They crawled.
<Aragorn starts to follow the tracks,
with Legolas and Gimli behind him. Flashback: Merry and Pippin
crawl frantically away from the battle.>
Aragorn: Their hands were bound.
<Flashback: Merry rubs his bonds furiously against the sharp edge
of a weapon.> Their bonds were cut.
<Aragorn holds up a broken length of
Aragorn: They ran over here. They were followed.
<Flashback: Their hands freed, the
hobbits run away from the battle scene, dodging under a horse and
trying to stay out of harms way. As they flee, Grishnákh grabs
Pippin by his belt and clings on.>
Merry: The belt!
<Pippin undoes his belt and Grishnákh is
left holding it.>
Aragorn: The tracks lead away from the battle...
<They break into a run and then stop>
into Fangorn Forest.
<The Three looks up into a dense and dark
Gimli: Fangorn. What madness drove them in there?
<Scene moves from the trackers into the nighttime chase of Merry
and Pippin. The hobbits run into the Fangorn, seeking to lose the
pursuing Orc. They collapse onto the ground, out of breath.>
Pippin: Did we lose him? <Looks around>
I think we lost him.
<Suddenly, Grishnákh appears from behind
the trees, brandishing a blade.>
Grishnákh: I’m gonna rip out your filthy little innards! Come
<Merry and Pippin run and hide behind a
Merry: Trees! Climb a tree!
<Pippin and Merry quickly scramble up a
Merry: <Looks around and then sighs in
relief.> He's gone.
<Suddenly, Merry is pulled by his legs
and falls to the ground. Grishnákh leans over him with his
menacing blade. Merry tries to kick him off but to no avail.>
<Pippin looks down in horror but as he
turns his head, he spots a pair of gleaming yellow eyes blinking
in the tree he’s clinging to. The tree starts to move and groan.>
<Pippin loses his grip in fright and
grabs at the air futilely as he falls. The tree catches him before
he hits the ground.>
Grishnákh: Let’s put a maggot-hole in your belly.
<Suddenly he senses something behind him
and as he looks up, the tree stomps and squashes him onto the
Pippin: Run, Merry!
<Merry tries to run away but is scooped
by the tree.>
Treebeard: <Looks at the creatures in his
hands> Little Orcs! Burárum...
Pippin: It’s talking, Merry. The tree is talking!
Treebeard: Tree?! I am no tree. I am an Ent.
<Stomps slowly through the forest.>
Merry: A treeherder! A shepherd of the forest.
Pippin: Don’t talk to it, Merry. Don’t encourage it.
Treebeard: Treebeard, some call me.
Pippin: And whose side are you on?
Treebeard: Side? I am on nobody’s side because nobody’s on my
side, little Orc. Nobody cares for the woods anymore.
Merry: We’re not Orcs. We’re Hobbits!
Treebeard: Hobbits? Never heard of a hobbit before. Sounds like
Orc mischief to me! <Tightens his hold on
the hobbits and squeezes them. Merry and Pippin whimpers in pain>
They come with fire, they come with axes. Gnawing, biting,
breaking, hacking, burning! Destroyers and usurpers, curse them!
Merry: No, you don’t understand. We’re Hobbits... Halflings!
Treebeard: Maybe you are and maybe you aren’t. The White Wizard
Pippin: The White Wizard?
<Treebeard drops them on the ground and
the hobbits look up at the White Wizard.>
<Following Gollum, Frodo and Sam reach the end of Emyn Muil and
see that Mordor is now closer.>
Gollum: See, see, we have led you out! Hurry hobbitses hurry. Very
lucky we find you.
<Gollum jumps on a rock. Frodo walks
past, Gollum shrinks as Sam draws near.>
Gollum: Nice hobbit. <Leaps after Frodo,
putting a wide berth between him and Sam.>
<Sam’s foot slipped into muck.>
Sam: Whoa, it’s a bog! He’s led us into a swamp!
Gollum: A swamp, yes, yes. Come, master. We will take you on safe
paths through the mist. Come, hobbits, come. We go quickly.
<Gollum looks back and gestures for the
hobbits to follow.>
Gollum: I found it, I did. The way through the marshes. Orcs don't
use it. Orcs don't know it. They go round for miles and miles.
Come quickly. Swift and quick as shadows we must be.
<The marsh lands stretch for miles and
miles as far as the eye can see. The hobbits and Gollum appear as
little specks. As the three pick their way gingerly though the
marshes, they see faces floating in the water, still, rotting and
pale, and flickering flames on the swamps.>
Sam: There are dead things! Dead faces in the water!
Gollum: All dead. All rotten. Elves and men and orcses. A great
battle long ago. <Turns to face the
hobbits.> The Dead Marshes. Yes, yes that is their name.
This way. Don’t follow the lights.
<Sam’s foot slips again into the water.>
Gollum: Careful now, or hobbits go down to join the dead ones and
light little candles of their own.
<Frodo is drawn to one of the faces in
Elven armour. He stares at it intently, until suddenly its eyes
open and Frodo falls face-down into the water.>
<Frodo is in the water and sees many
faces of the dead, no longer still but screaming and grasping,
their rotten robes and hair flowing about their gruesome faces.
Their hands are reaching for him. Suddenly he is grabbed from
behind. Frodo sputters and gasps for air as Gollum pulls him out
of the water.>
Frodo: <Looks at Gollum in perplexed
gratitude and disbelief.> Gollum...
Gollum: Don’t follow the lights! <Crawls
Sam: <Runs to Frodo’s side.> Mr.
Frodo! Are you alright?
<Frodo lies panting, staring after
<Nightfall: Sam is asleep but Frodo is still awake. He is holding
the Ring in the palm of his hand and stroking it, mesmerized.
Suddenly he hears Gollum.>
Gollum: Sooo bright. Sooo beautiful.
<Frodo quickly puts the Ring back inside his shirt. He looks up to
see Gollum crouching away from him, stroking the centre of his
palm> our preciousss...
Frodo: What did you say?
Gollum: Master should be resting. Master needs to keep up his
Frodo: <Moves over and crouches in front
of Gollum> Who are you?
Gollum: Mustn’t ask us. Not its business. *Gollum, Gollum*
Frodo: Gandalf told me you were one of the River Folk.
Gollum: Cold be heart and hand and bone. Cold be travellers far
Frodo: He said your life was a sad story.
Gollum: They do not see what lies ahead, when sun has failed and
moon is dead.
Frodo: You were not so very different from a hobbit once, were
Gollum: <Looks up slowly.> What
did you call me?
Frodo: That was your name once, wasn’t it? A long time ago.
Gollum: My name... My name... S... S...Sméagol…
<Suddenly, the piercing cries of the
Nazgûl are heard overhead>
Sam: Black Riders!
Gollum: Hide! Hide!
<Suddenly Frodo feels the pain of the
Nazgûl's sword piercing him and the call of the Ring. Images of
the Ringwraiths come to him in flashes.>
Sam: C’mon Frodo! C'mon!
<Frodo continues to clutch at the Ring on
his chest, immobilized. Sam drags Frodo across to hide beneath
some bramble bushes. The Nazgûl appears, tightening his hold on
the reins. Camera then shows him riding a Fell Beast, swooping
down across the marsh lands. Chilling screams of the Nazgûl fill
Gollum: Quick! They will see us! They will see us!
Sam: I thought they were dead!
Gollum: Dead? No, you cannot kill them. No.
<A loud screech from the Nazgûl flying
high above the marshes.>
Gollum: <cowering> Wraiths!
Wraiths on wings! They are calling for it. They are calling for
<Frodo feels the call of the Ring and
gropes for his necklace. Sam sees this and grabs hold of Frodo’s
Sam: Mr. Frodo! It’s alright. I’m here.
<The Nazgûl continues to circle overhead
and then flies off towards Mordor.>
Gollum: Hurry, hobbits. The Black Gate is very close.
<Scene returns to Fangorn forest. Gimli fingers a dark stain on a
leaf and brings it to his mouth.>
Gimli: <Spits> Ptui! Orc blood.
Aragorn: These are strange tracks.
Gimli: The air is so close in here.
Legolas: This forest is old. Very old. Full of memory... and
<Groans reverberate through the forest
and Gimli raises his axe.>
Legolas: The trees are speaking to each other.
Aragorn: <Whispers> Gimli!
Aragorn: <Gestures> Lower your
Gimli: <Lowering his axe slowly>
Legolas: Aragorn, nad nâ ennas! (Something is out there.)
Aragorn: Man cenich? (What do you see?)
<Close-up of Legolas’ eyes>
Legolas: The White Wizard approaches.
Aragorn: Do not let him speak. He will put a spell on us.
<Aragorn wraps his hand around the hilt
of his sword, Gimli tightens his hold on his axes, and Legolas
notches an arrow to his bow.>
Aragorn: We must be quick.
<With a yell, the three swing round to
attack. Gimli’s axe and Legolas’ arrow are deflected. Aragorn
drops his sword as it becomes red hot in his grasp. They shield
their eyes with their hands from the bright light emanating from
the White Wizard.>
White Wizard: You are tracking the footsteps of two young hobbits.
Aragorn: Where are they?
White Wizard: They passed this way the day before yesterday. They
met someone they did not expect. Does that comfort you?
Aragorn: Who are you? Show yourself!
<The bright light dims, revealing
Gandalf, all dressed in white. The three are astounded. Legolas
and Gimli bow.>
Aragorn: It cannot be. You fell.
Gandalf: Through fire and water.
<Flashback: Gandalf is battling the Balrog atop Dúrin’s Tower.>
From the lowest dungeon to the highest peak, I fought with the
Balrog of Morgoth.
<Gandalf holds up Glamdring and a flash
of lightning strikes it before he plunges the sword into the
Balrog. With a final cry, the Balrog falls from the peak and
lands, smoking, onto the icy mountainside.>
Gandalf: Until at last, I threw down my enemy and smote his ruin
upon the mountainside.
<On top of the mountain, Gandalf crawls a
bit and then collapses.>
Gandalf: Darkness took me. And I strayed out of thought and time.
<Camera zooms in Gandalf’s eye and enters
an amorphous realm of stars and galaxies, ending in a blinding
white light> Stars wheeled overhead and everyday was as
long as a life-age of the earth. But it was not the end. I felt
life in me again.
<Camera zooms out from Gandalf’s eye,
lying naked and very still. His hair has turned white and wounds
are completely healed. He suddenly shudders with a deep gasp and
pants as life returns to him>
Gandalf: I've been sent back until my task is done.
Gandalf: Gandalf? Yes... That's what they used to call me. Gandalf
the Grey. That was my name. <He smiles>
Gandalf: <With a twinkle in his eye>
I am Gandalf the White. <Aragorn grins>
And I come back to you now at the turn of the tide.
<They walk through the forest, with
Gandalf leading the way, now wearing a grey cloak over his white
Gandalf: One stage of your journey is over, another begins. War
has come to Rohan. We must ride to Edoras with all speed.
<Outside the forest, Gandalf whistles
piercingly. Soon an answering neigh is heard and a white horse
appears from the plain, answering the call.>
Legolas: That is one of the Mearas, unless my eyes are
cheated by some spell.
<The horse comes round to stop in front
Gandalf: Shadowfax. <Gimli bows in the
background.> He's the lord of all horses and he's been my
friend through many dangers.
<The Three Hunters and Gandalf ride
across the plains to Edoras.>
<Back at Fangorn, Treebeard is walking through the forest with
Merry and Pippin sitting on his shoulders.>
Treebeard: 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. The trees have grown wild and dangerous. Anger
festers in their hearts. They will harm you if they can. There are
too few of us now. Too few of us Ents left to manage them.
<Frodo and Sam are climbing a high rock overlooking Morannon.>
Gollum: The Black Gate of Mordor.
<The enormous Black Gate comes into view
with Orcs patrolling and standing guard on the towers and atop the
walls. From the right, an army of Easterling soldiers is marching
to the Black Gate.>
Sam: Oh save us. My ol' Gaffer'd have a thing or two to say if he
could see us now.
Gollum: Master says to show him the way into Mordor, so good
Sméagol does. Master says so.
Frodo: I did.
<Orcs are patrolling the Black Gate.>
Sam: That’s it then. We cannot get past that.
<A command is heard and an Orc sounds a
horn, signalling for the Gate to be opened. Two enormous cave
trolls stretch and growl and then pull the mighty Gate open.>
Sam: Look! The gate, it's opening! I can see a way down.
<He moves closer to the edge. Suddenly,
the rock underneath him gives way and he falls.>
Frodo: Sam, no!
<Frodo goes after Sam.>
<Two Easterling soldiers see streams of
dust coming down the cliff made by Sam and Frodo. They move away
from the troop to investigate. Frodo reaches Sam who is stuck in
the scree. As the Easterlings move closer and closer, Frodo throws
his Elvish cloak over himself and Sam. The soldiers are now
directly in front of Sam, but their eyes see nothing but rock.
Frodo and Sam peer from underneath the cloak. The soldiers soon
leave and after a moment, Frodo throws back the cloak and pulls
Frodo: I do not ask you to come with me, Sam.
Sam: I know, Mr Frodo. I doubt even these Elvish cloaks will hide
us in there.
<They prepare to make a run for the
<Gollum pulls them back.>
Gollum: No! No, no master! They catch you! They catch you! Don’t
take it to him! He wants the preciousss. Always he’s looking for
it! And the preciousss is wanting to go back to him. But we
mustn’t let him have it.
<Frodo tries to make a run for it.>
Gollum: No! <Pulls Frodo back again.>
There’s another way. More secret. A dark way.
Sam: Why haven’t you spoken of this before?!
Gollum: Because Master did not ask!
Sam: He’s up to something.
Frodo: Are you saying there’s another way into Mordor?
Gollum: Yes. There is a path, and some stairs, and then… a tunnel.
<Frodo and Sam watch as the Black Gate
closes. Gollum is stroking Frodo’s arm and burying his face in his
Frodo: He’s led us this far, Sam.
Sam: Mr. Frodo, no.
Frodo: He’s been true to his word.
Sam: <Whispers> No!
Frodo: Lead the way, Sméagol.
Gollum: Good Sméagol always helps.
<Frodo follows Gollum as Sam stares after
him in disbelief.>
<On the plains of Rohan. Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli stop
as Edoras comes into view.>
Gandalf: Edoras and the Golden Hall of Meduseld. There dwells
Théoden, King of Rohan, whose mind is overthrown. Saruman’s hold
over King Théoden is now very strong.
<In the Hall, Éowyn is kneeling before
Théoden, holding his hand in hers.>
Éowyn: My lord, your son, he is dead. My lord? Uncle?
<Théoden just sits and stares ahead, his
eyes clouded and unseeing.>
Éowyn: Will you not go to him? <She
weeps.> Will you do nothing?
<Scene returns to Gandalf and company.>
Gandalf: Be careful what you say. Do not look for welcome here.
<They ride on towards Edoras.>
<At Edoras, Éowyn is weeping at the dead Théodred's bed. She
kisses his hand. Gríma appears at the door.>
Gríma: Oh, he… he must have died sometime in the night. What a
tragedy for the king to lose his only son and heir.
<He sits on the bed and puts a hand on
Gríma: I understand his passing is hard to accept, especially now
that your brother has deserted you.
Éowyn: <jumps back and throws off Gríma’s
hand> Leave me alone, snake!
Gríma: <Rises from the bed and moves ever
closer to Éowyn> Oh, but you are alone! Who knows what you
have spoken to the darkness. In bitter watches of the night, when
all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in
about you, like a hutch to trammel some wild thing in.
<He puts a hand on her cheek and moves
down to her throat.>
Gríma: So fair, so cold, like a morning of pale spring still
clinging to winter's chill.
<Éowyn and Gríma stare at each other
Éowyn: Your words are poison!
<Éowyn runs out of the hall. Weeping, she
looks away into the distance. A flag comes off its pole and is
carried by the breeze. Éowyn sees riders coming towards Edoras. As
Aragorn passes the entrance to Edoras, the flag floats down to
land near him. Edoras is silent and somber. Everyone is dressed in
black and staring at the newcomers in wary silence. Aragorn looks
up at the hall and sees a lady in white standing on the steps. He
looks around at more somber people.>
Gimli: You’ll find more cheer in a graveyard.
<Aragorn looks up to the hall again but
the lady has disappeared. The company climbs up the stairs to the
hall and is met by guards.>
Gandalf: <sees Háma> Ah.
Háma: I cannot allow you before Théoden-King so armed, Gandalf
Greyhame. By order of Gríma Wormtongue.
<Gandalf nods in understanding and
signals for the others to surrender their weapons. Aragon hands
over his sword and knives. Legolas gives a little twirl to his
knives before handing them over to the guards. Gimli hands over
his axes reluctantly.>
Háma: <gestures to Gandalf> Your
Gandalf: Hmm? <Glances at his staff.>
Oh. You would not part an old man from his walking stick?
<Looks at Háma innocently.>
<Háma hesitates for a second and then gestures that they follow
him into the hall. Gandalf gives Aragorn a tiny wink and enters
the hall, leaning on Legolas’ arm.>
Gríma: <Leaning down and whispering to
Théoden.> My lord, Gandalf the Grey is coming. He’s a
herald of woe.
Gandalf: The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late,
<As Gandalf approaches Théoden, Aragorn,
Legolas and Gimli pull back and survey the hall and its hostile
occupants. A group of men starts to follow their steps with
Gríma: <Whispering to Théoden.>
He’s not welcome.
Théoden: Why should I… welcome you, Gandalf… Stormcrow?
<Looks to Gríma for affirmation.>
Gríma: A just question, my liege. <He
walks towards Gandalf.> Late is the hour in which this
conjurer chooses to appear. Lathspell spell I name him. Ill
news is an ill guest.
Gandalf: Be silent! Keep your forked tongue behind you teeth. I
have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with
a witless worm! <Raises his staff against
Gríma: His staff! <Backing away from
Gandalf while addressing the guards> I told you to take the
<The hostile guards attack. Aragorn,
Legolas and Gimli engage them in a fist-fight as Gandalf continues
to approach Théoden. Gamling tries to go forward but Háma holds
Gandalf: Théoden, son of Thengel, too long have you sat in the
<Gríma tries to crawl away unnoticed, but
Gimli catches him and pins him to the floor.>
Gimli: <Growls> I would stay
still, if I were you.
Gandalf: Hearken to me! I release you from the spell.
<Gestures with his hand>
Hahahhhahahahah! <Gandalf opens his eyes
in surprise.> You have no power here, Gandalf the Grey!
<Gandalf throws back his grey cloak,
exuding blinding white light. Théoden is thrown back against his
Gandalf: <Points his staff towards
Théoden.> I will draw you, Saruman, as poison is drawn from
<Éowyn rushes in. Seeing her uncle
threatened, she tries to go to him but is held back by Aragorn.>
Théoden: <In Saruman’s voice.> If
I go. . . Théoden dies.
<Gandalf moves his staff sharply and
Théoden flies back against the chair again.>
Gandalf: You did not kill me, you will not kill him!
Théoden: <in Saruman's voice>
Rohan is mine!
Gandalf: Be gone!!
<Gandalf smites Théoden as he lunges at
him. Théoden is thrown back into the chair and the shot changes to
Saruman flying backwards from the Palantír which he used to
manipulate Théoden. He lands landing hard on the floor of Orthanc,
bleeding from a gash in his forehead. In the hall, Théoden lets
out a moan and slumps forward in the chair. Éowyn runs to her
uncle’s side as he falls. Théoden’s head rises again and his face
begins to change gradually into that of a much younger-looking
man. Clarity and recognition returns to his eyes.>
Théoden: <Looks closely at Éowyn>
I know your face. Éowyn… Éowyn.
<Éowyn weeps with joy>
Gandalf: Breathe the free air again, my friend.
<The hall is shown to be filled with
light again, as everyone marvels at the rejuvenation of the king.>
Théoden: <Standing up and looking around
him.> Dark have been my dreams of late.
<He looks down at his trembling hands.>
Gandalf: Your fingers would remember their old strength better...
if they grasped your sword.
<Háma runs up with his sword. Théoden
reaches for it with trembling hands. He wraps his fingers around
it slowly and then draws it, gazing upon the shiny steel. In a
corner, Gríma trembles and tries to escape but is pulled back by
Gimli. Suddenly, Théoden’s gaze turns to Gríma. Gríma is thrown
out of the hall and down the stairs.>
Gríma: Argh! <Beseechingly to Théoden>
I've only ever served you, my lord!
Théoden: <Advancing towards Gríma,
holding the sword firmly in his hand> Your leechcraft would
have had me crawling on all fours like a beast!
Gríma: <Grovelling> Send me not
from your side.
<Théoden raises his sword to kill Gríma.
Aragorn holds him back.>
Aragorn: No, my lord! No, my lord. Let him go. Enough blood has
been spilled on his account.
<Gríma scrambles to his feet and pushes
through the crowd>
Gríma: Get out of my way!
Háma: Hail, Théoden king!
<The crowd kneels in homage before
Théoden. Aragorn kneels also. Gríma rides out of Edoras. As
Théoden turns to go back into the hall, he looks up.>
Théoden: Where is Théodred? Where is my son?
<A white flower comes into view, held up by a hand. It is released
and spirals down to land among similar flowers, in front of a
Théoden: Simbelmynë. Ever has it grown on the tombs of my
forebearers. <Looks at Gandalf>
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.
Gandalf: Théodred’s death was not of your making.
Théoden: No parent should have to bury their child.
<Théoden starts to weep>
Gandalf: He was strong in life. His spirit will find its way to
the halls of your fathers. Westu hál. Ferðu, Théodred, Ferðu.
(Be-thou well. Go-thou, Théodred, go-thou.)
<Gandalf turns to go back to the hall and
leaves Théoden to grieve in private. He spots two children on
horseback. The boy collapses and falls off the horse. Later,
inside the Golden Hall, the two children are eating at a table,
and Éowyn is with them.>
Éowyn: They had no warning. They were unarmed. Now the wildmen are
moving through the Westfold, burning as they go. Rick, cot and
Freda: Where’s mama?
Gandalf: 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. <Leans forward and
puts a hand on Théoden’s chair. Théoden looks at his hand warily.>
You must fight.
Aragorn: You have two thousand good men riding north as we speak.
Éomer is loyal to you. His men will return and fight for their
Théoden: They will be three hundred leagues from here by now.
Éomer cannot help us. I know what it is that you want of me. But I
will not bring further death to my people. I will not risk open
<Gimli takes a bite of his bread as he
watches the exchange between Aragorn and Théoden.>
Aragorn: Open war is upon you. Whether you would risk it or not.
Théoden: When last I looked, Théoden, not Aragorn, was king of
<Gimli takes a drink and burps.>
Gandalf: Then what is the king’s decision?
<Scene shifts to outside Meduseld>
Háma: By order of the king, the city must empty. We make for the
refuge of Helm’s Deep. Do not burden yourselves with treasures.
Take only what provisions you need.
<People are moving about, gathering their
belongings and preparing to move. Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas and
Gimli walk towards the stables.>
Gimli: Helm’s Deep! They flee to the mountains when they should
stand and fight. Who will defend them if not their king.
Aragorn: He’s only doing what he thinks is best for his people.
Helm’s Deep has saved them in the past.
<They enter the stables>
Gandalf: There is no way out of that ravine. Théoden is walking
into a trap. He thinks he’s leading them to safety. What they will
get is a massacre. Théoden 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
Aragorn: They will hold.
Gandalf: <Turns to Shadowfax and strokes
him> 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.
Aragorn: <Opens the stall gates>
<Legolas jumps back as Gandalf rides out
of the stable and over the plains of Rohan.>
<Éowyn opens a chest in which lies a sword. She unsheathes it and
begins to practice. She swings around and is met by Aragorn, who
blocks her parry.>
Aragorn: You have some skill with a blade.
<With a swift move, Éowyn swings her
sword and renders Aragorn vulnerable, gaining the upper hand.>
Éowyn: <Stepping back and sheathing her
sword.> Women of this country learned long ago: Those
without swords may still die upon them. I fear neither death nor
Aragorn: What do you fear, my lady?
Éowyn: A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept
them and all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.
Aragorn: You are a daughter of kings, a shieldmaiden of Rohan.
<He sheaths his knife.> I do not
think that would be your fate.
<He bows and Éowyn gazes after him as he
<The people of Rohan are moving out of Edoras towards Helm’s Deep,
with Théoden leading the way. At Isengard, Gríma confers with
Saruman, holding a cloth to his mouth.>
Gríma: Théoden 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.
<Saruman’s eyebrows rise in response. He
walks through the depths of Isengard and gives orders to an Orc.>
Saruman: Send out your warg riders.
<The Orc smiles. In a pit behind him,
ferocious growls are heard and shadows dances.>
<Gollum is trying to catch a fish in the river. He slips and
falls, grasping at a slippery fish as he goes. Frodo and Sam
Sam: Hey Stinker! Don’t go getting too far ahead!
Frodo: Why do you do that?
Frodo: Call him names; run him down all the time.
Sam: Because… because that's what he is, Mr. Frodo. There's naught
left in 'im but lies and deceit. It's the Ring he wants. It's all
he cares about.
Frodo: <Glaring at Sam> You have
no idea what it did to him. What it’s still doing to him.
<He walks past Sam and stops.> I
want to help him, Sam...
Frodo: Because I have to believe he can come back.
Sam: You can’t save him, Mr. Frodo.
Frodo: <Snapping at Sam>What do
you know about it? Nothing!
<Sam walks away slowly.>
Frodo: <With remorse> I'm sorry,
Sam. I don't know why I said that.
Sam: <Looks back at Frodo with tears in
his eyes.> 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 a hold of you, Mr Frodo. You have to fight it!
Frodo: <Grows angry again> I know
what I have to do Sam. The Ring was entrusted to me! It's my task!
Mine! My own! <He walks away>
Sam: Can’t you hear yourself? Don’t you know who you sound like?
<Frodo continues to walk away without
<Nighttime, Frodo and Sam are asleep. Gollum is crouching in a
corner by himself.>
Gollum: We wants it. We needs it. Must have the precioussss. They
stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitsesss. Wicked, trickssssy,
Sméagol: No! Not Master.
Gollum: Yes, precious. False. They will cheat you, hurt you, lie.
Sméagol: Master’s my friend.
Gollum: <Tauntingly> You don’t
have any friends. Nobody likes YOU...
Sméagol: <Covers his ears> Not
listening. I’m not listening.
Gollum: You’re a liar and a thief.
Sméagol: <Shaking his head> Nope.
Sméagol: <Starts to weep and whimper>
Gollum: Go away! <Cackles>
Sméagol: <Weeping and in a small voice>
I hate you. I hate you!
Gollum: <Fiercely> Where would you
be without me? *Gollum, gollum*. I saved us. It was me. We
survived because of me!
Sméagol: <Resolute> Not anymore.
Gollum: <Startled> What did you
Sméagol: Master looks after us now. We don’t need you.
Sméagol: Leave now and never come back.
Sméagol: <Louder> Leave now and
never come back!
Gollum: <Growls and bares his teeth>
Sméagol: LEAVE. NOW. AND. NEVER. COME. BACK!
<Sméagol pants and then looks around.>
Sméagol: We... we told him to go away! And away he goes,
preciousss. <He hops around in joy and
does a little dance.> Gone, gone, gone! Sméagol is free!
<The next day, while the hobbits were
resting, Sméagol comes back with two rabbits and drops them onto
Sméagol: Look! Look! See what Sméagol finds! Hehehe! Hahaha!
<Frodo looks at up him with bloodshot
eyes. He smiles at Sméagol and looks at Sam. Sméagol raises a fist
in self-congratulation and dances around. He then picks up one of
the rabbits and snaps the rabbit's back in front of Frodo.>
Sméagol: They are young. They are tender. They are nice. Yes they
are! Eat them! Eat them!
<He bites and tears into the raw meat.
Sam rushes over and snatches the rabbit out of Gollum’s hands>
Sam: You’ll make him sick, you will, behaving like that!
<Holding up the two rabbits>
There’s only one way to eat a brace of coneys.
<A pot of stew is simmering over a fire.>
Sméagol: <Looking into the pot>
Argh!! What’s it doing! Stupid fat hobbit! It ruins it!
Sam: What’s to ruin? There’s hardly any meat on ‘em.
<A faint calling sound catches the
attention of Frodo.>
Sam: What we need is a few good taters.
Gollum: What’s taters, preciousss? What’s taters uh?
Sam: PO-TAY-TOES! Boil ‘em. Mash ‘em. Stick ‘em in a stew. Lovely
big golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish....
Sméagol: <Sticks out his tongue in
Sam: Even you couldn’t say no to that.
<He takes a sip of the stew>
Sméagol: Oh yes we could! Spoil nice fish...
<scrambles up close to Sam> Give
it to usss rrraw... and wrrriggling!
<Makes sickeningly happy face.> You keep nasty chips.
Sam: You’re hopeless.
<Frodo follows the source of the sound.
Sam suddenly notices that Frodo is no longer in his sight.>
Sam: Mr. Frodo?
<He goes in search of Frodo and finds him
lying down near some bushes looking at a Haradrim army marching
across the land. He moves to lie low beside Frodo. Sméagol also
moves in beside Frodo.>
Sam: Who are they?
Gollum: 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.
Sam: Ready to do what?
Gollum: To make his war. The last war that will cover all the
world in shadow.
Frodo: We’ve got to get moving. Come on, Sam.
Sam: <Suddenly grabs Frodo’s arm>
Mr Frodo! Look! It’s an Oliphaunt!
<Gigantic Oliphaunts appear, carrying
soldiers and supplies on their backs.>
Sam: No one at home will believe this...
<Sméagol slips away unnoticed.>
Frodo: <Looking around> Sméagol?
<Suddenly, pandemonium breaks out from
below; the soldiers are being ambushed. Cloaked rangers are firing
deadly arrows at the soldiers and Oliphaunts from behind bushes.
One of the Oliphaunts starts trumpeting and stomping towards Frodo
and Sam, swinging his huge trunk and tusks. Faramir takes aim and
shoots a soldier. He falls from the Oliphaunt and lands right
behind Frodo and Sam, dead.>
Frodo: We’ve lingered here too long. Come on, Sam!
<Frodo runs right into a Gondorian
Ranger, who grabs hold of him and throws him onto his back. Sam
sees Frodo in danger and grapples for his sword>
<He charges at Faramir but is grabbed by
another ranger and thrown down. A sword appears at his throat.
Faramir: Bind their hands.
<Meanwhile, the Rohirrim refugees are heading towards Helm’s Deep.
Gimli is on a horse, chatting with Éowyn who is leading it by the
Gimli: It’s true you don’t see many Dwarf women. And in fact, they
are so alike in voice and appearance, haha that they’re often
mistaken for Dwarf men.
<Éowyn smiles and looks back at Aragorn.>
Aragorn: <Gestures and whispers>
It’s the beards....
Gimli: And this, in turn, has given rise to the belief that there
are no Dwarf women. And that dwarves just spring out of holes in
Éowyn: <Laughs gaily> Hahahaha!!
Gimli: Hehehe! Which is of course ridiculous… Whoa!!
<The horse suddenly rears up and gallops
away as Éowyn loses her hold on the reins. Gimli falls off after a
short distance and lands with a loud thump.>
Éowyn: Ooh! <She rushes forward to Gimli>
Gimli: <Struggling to get up> It’s
alright, it’s alright. Nobody panic. That was deliberate. It was
<Éowyn helps Gimli up. She laughs as she
brushes him off and looks back at Aragorn with the sun behind her
and the wind in her hair. At that particular moment, Aragorn seems
enchanted by Éowyn’s light-hearted image. That night. Aragorn
could not sleep and smokes his pipe as he thinks of Arwen.>
Arwen (V.O.): 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...
<Flashback: Aragorn is lying on a chaise
in Rivendell. He opens his eyes and sees Arwen before him, smiling
down at him.>
Aragorn: I am asleep. This is a dream.
Arwen: <Bends down to kiss him>
Then it is a good dream. Sleep…
<She kisses him lightly on the lips and
then steps away to look out upon Rivendell. Aragorn closes his
eyes but for a while. He looks over at Arwen.>
Aragorn: Min lû pennich nin i aur hen telitha. (You told me
once that this day would come.)
Arwen: <Turns to look at Aragorn>
Ú i vethed... nâ i onnad. Boe bedich go Frodo. Han bâd lîn.
(This is not the end... it is the beginning. You must go with
Frodo. That is your path.)
Aragorn: <Walks over to Arwen>
Dolen i vâd o nin. (My path is hidden from me.)
Arwen: Si peliannen i vâd na dail lîn. Si boe ú-dhannathach.
(It is already laid before your feet. You cannot falter now.)
<Arwen hushes him, resting her fingers on
his lips. As her hands moves down to rest on the Evenstar pendant
around Aragorn’s neck, he clasps her hand in his and they gaze
into each other’s eyes.>
Arwen: Ae ú-esteliach nad... estelio han. Estelio ammen.
(If you trust nothing else... trust this. Trust us.)
<The next day, on the journey to Helm’s Deep. Éowyn is walking
Éowyn: Where is she? The woman who gave you that jewel.
<Aragorn smiles and says nothing.
Flashback: Elrond is speaking to Aragorn in Rivendell, before he
sets out with the Fellowship.>
Elrond: 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 evergreen.
Aragorn: But never more than a memory.
Elrond: I will not leave my daughter here to die.
Aragorn: She stays because she still has hope.
Elrond: She stays for YOU! She belongs with her people!
<Aragorn and Arwen are together before
the Fellowship departs.>
Aragorn: Idhren emmen menna gui ethwel. Hae o auth a nîr a
naeth. (You have a chance for another life. Away from war...
Arwen: Why are you saying this?
Aragorn: I am mortal; you are Elfkind. It was a dream, Arwen,
<He takes Arwen’s hand to return the
Evenstar necklace to her.>
Aragorn: This belongs to you.
Arwen: <Closes Aragorn’s hand over the
Evenstar> It was a gift. Keep it.
<Scene shifts back to Aragorn and Éowyn>
Éowyn: My lord?
Aragorn: She is sailing to the Undying Lands, with all that is
left of her kin.
<Gamling and Hamá ride to the front.
Legolas watches them as they pass.>
Gamling: What is it? Háma?
<Their horses become restless.>
Háma: <Looking around> I’m not
<A warg scout appears on a slope above
and charges at them. The warg attacks Háma and kills him.>
<Just as it starts to turn on Gamling,
Legolas runs over and kills the warg with an arrow. He then draws
his knife and kills the Orc.>
Legolas: Argh! <Shouts to Aragorn>
Théoden: What is it? What do you see?
Aragorn: <Running back to Théoden>
Wargs! We are under attack!
<Hearing the alarm, the villagers begin
to cry and panic.>
Aragorn: Get them out of here!
Théoden: All riders to the head of the column!
Gimli: <Trying to mount Arod> Come
on, get me up here, I’m a rider! Argh!
<Gimli gets onto the horse with some
help. Legolas gazes into the distance and sees many warg-riders
coming fast towards them, kicking up dust trails as they go.>
Théoden: <To Éowyn> You must lead
the people to Helm’s Deep. And make haste!
Éowyn: I can fight!
Théoden: No! You must do this... for me.
<Éowyn holds Théoden’s gaze for a moment
and then turn to attend to the villagers.>
Théoden: <To his men> Follow me!
Gimli: <Tries to get Arod to move>
Forward. I mean, charge forward! March forward!
<Arod moves off with Gimli seated rather
unsteadily.> That’s it! Go on!
Éowyn: <To the villagers> Make for
the lower ground! Stick together!
<She looks back at the Rohirrim and sees
Aragorn on Hasufel. They hold each other’s gaze for a moment
before Aragorn turns to join Théoden. Éowyn departs with the
villagers in the opposite direction.>
<Legolas takes aim at the distant target and fells a warg rider.
He draws another arrow and kills another. Just as he reaches for a
third arrow, he sees Théoden and company approaching. He quickly
runs and mounts Arod with a smooth leap and joins in the fray with
Gimli behind him on horseback.>
<The Rohirrim and warg riders crash head
on and the battle begins. Théoden and company hack away at the
warg riders. In the midst of fighting, Gimli falls off Arod. He
turns to find a warg growling at him.>
Gimli: Bring your pretty face to my axe!
<Just as the warg leaps at Gimli, Legolas
kills it with one shot.>
Gimli: <Jumping back as the warg falls,
outraged> Argh! That one counts as mine!
<As Gimli swings his axe at another warg,
it dies and falls onto Gimli, pinning him under.>
Gimli: Argh! Stinking creature. Argh!
<As he tries to lift the warg off him, an
Orc leans over them both. Gimli kills him quickly, twisting his
neck, and it lands on him also. Gimli sniffs at the Orc and makes
a face. He tries to lift both the warg and Orc off him. Just then,
another warg comes upon him and bares its teeth, ready to strike.
Gimli: <Eyes widening> Ooh..!
<Aragorn plucks a spear as he passes on
horseback and throws it at the warg. It dies, landing on Gimli and
adding to the pile on top of him.>
Gimli: <As the warg lands on him>
<Théoden stabs at a warg rider. Aragorn
is knocked off Hasufel and attacked by Sharku. Aragorn tries to
kill the warg rider but Sharku blocks his attempt and grabs
Aragorn by the neck, while the latter is half-dragged by the warg.
In the struggle, Sharku is thrown off and he rips the Evenstar
pendant from Aragorn’s neck as he falls. Aragorn tries to let go
of the warg but finds his wrist tangled with the saddle straps. He
tries unsuccessfully to disentangle himself and is dragged closer
and closer to the edge of a cliff at great speed. The warg runs
right off the cliff and they both disappear over the edge. The
battle is winding down as the Rohirrim finish off the last few
wargs and Orcs.>
Legolas: <Looking around> Aragorn!
<They come near to the cliff and hear
Sharku wheezing and laughing>
Gimli: <Standing over the dying Orc>
Tell me what happened and I will ease your passing.
Sharku: He’s <cough> dead.
<Laughs evilly> Took a little
tumble off the cliff.
Legolas: <Looks towards the edge of the
cliff, and grabs Sharku> You lie!
<Sharku chortles and dies. Legolas looks
down at Sharku’s fist and finds the Evenstar pendant. He takes it,
runs to the edge of the cliff and looks down to see the great drop
and rushing waters below, with no sign of Aragorn. Gimli comes to
stand beside him.>
Théoden: <To his men> Get the
wounded on horses. The wolves of Isengard will return. Leave the
<Legolas turns to Théoden, an expression
of perplexed anger on his face.>
Théoden: <Puts a hand on Legolas'
<He leaves Legolas and Gimli to stare
down at the river.>
<The Rohan villagers are drawing close to Helm’s Deep. Cries of
relief are heard as the refuge is within sight.>
Refugees: Helm’s Deep! At last! There it is!
Old Woman: <To Éowyn> We’re safe,
my lady! Thank you!
<Éowyn embraces the woman and they walk
on towards Helm’s Deep. The gate is opened for the villagers. Many
have already taken refuge within and are resting along the
passage. Éothain and Freda run towards their mother.>
Morwen: Éothain! Freda!
<The three hug and cry with joy. Théoden
and company returns from the battle with warg riders>
Gamling: Make way for Théoden!
Gamling: Make way for the king!
<Éowyn rushes down to meet them>
Éowyn: <Looking about> So few. So
few of you have returned.
Théoden: <Dismounting> Our people
are safe. We have paid for it with many lives.
Gimli: <Going up to Éowyn> My
Éowyn: Lord Aragorn, where is he?
Gimli: He fell...
<Éowyn is shaken and raises teary eyes to
Théoden. The latter looks down and then walks away, confirming her
<At the battlements>
Théoden: Draw all our forces behind the wall. Bar the gate, and
set a watch on the surround.
Gamling: What of those who cannot fight, my lord? The women and
Théoden: Get them into the caves. <Walks
down the steps and past a sewer gate> Saruman's arm would
have grown long indeed if he thinks he can reach us here.
<Camera zooms in on the gate>
Gríma (V.O.): 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.
<Camera turns to Gríma and Saruman at
Orthanc. Saruman is pouring some dark dry substances into a
vessel. Gríma is holding a lit candle in his hand.>
Gríma: How? How can fire undo stone? What kind of device could
bring down the wall?
<As he steps closer to the vessel,
Saruman takes hold of Gríma’s hand and pushes the candle away from
the vessel firmly.>
Saruman: If the wall is breached, Helm's Deep will fall.
<He walks away towards the balcony.>
Gríma: <Following Saruman> Even if
it is breached, it would take a number beyond reckoning, thousands
to storm the keep.
Saruman: Tens of thousands.
Gríma: But, my lord, there is no such force.
<Both of them came onto the balcony of
the tower. Gríma suddenly sees and hears the enormous armies laid
out below in neat rows and is astounded and awed. He continues to
hold the extinguished candle aloft as he gapes at the vast army
below. A horn is sounded, announcing the appearance of Saruman. A
loud cheer is heard from the army. Saruman raises a hand.>
Saruman: A new power is rising. Its victory is at hand!
<The army cheers and roars.>
Saruman: This night, the land will be stained with the blood of
Rohan! March to Helms Deep! Leave none alive!
<The camera keeps zooming out from the
balcony over the incredible size of Saruman’s army, past Uruk-hai,
spears, and banners and yet more Uruk-hai. The camera focuses back
on Saruman who then raises his hands in the air>
Saruman: To war!!
<The army cheers and roars even louder.>
Saruman: <Sneers> There will be no
dawn for Men.
<A tear flows down Gríma’s cheek. The
Uruk-hai army began their march to Helm’s Deep.>
<Merry and Pippin are travelling through the forest, carried by
Pippin: Look! There’s smoke to the south!
Treebeard: There is always smoke rising from Isengard these days.
<The two hobbits climb higher up onto
Treebeard for a better view.>
Treebeard: 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
<Pippin and Merry are now on top of
Treebeard and they see a massive army moving across the land>
Pippin: What is it?
Merry: It’s Saruman’s army! The war has started.
<Aragorn is floating in the river, unconscious. He is washed
ashore and dreams of Arwen.>
Arwen: <Kissing him on the lips>
May the grace of the Valar protect you.
<A horse arrives and nudges Aragorn,
turning him over and nuzzling him.>
Aragorn: <Mumbles> Brego…
<He grabs hold of Brego’s mane, pulls himself onto the horse and
rides slowly to Helms Deep.>
<Arwen is lying on her bed, deep in
Elrond: <Coming into her room>
<Arwen hears him and sits up.>
Elrond: Tollen i lû. I chair gwannar na Valannor. Si bado, no
círar. (Arwen, it is time. The ships are leaving for Valinor.
Go now... before it is too late.)
Arwen: I have made my choice.
Elrond: He is not coming back. Why do you linger here when there
is no hope?
Arwen: There is still hope.
Elrond: <Walks towards window and looks
out> 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.
<Arwen sees a vision of her future as
Elrond speaks. She is dressed as a queen in mourning garb and
looking down upon Aragorn, a crown on his brow, Andúril in his
hand, and dead. Mourners are walking around the altar, paying
their final respects. Arwen is weeping.>
Elrond: 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
splendor of the kings of men in glory undimmed before the breaking
of the world.
<The body of Aragorn is now cast as a
monument in stone. Arwen stands before the monument, veiled and in
Elrond: 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
<Still veiled in black, Arwen is walking
alone through the deserted woods of Lothlórien.>
Elrond: <Tuning to Arwen> Arwen...
there is nothing for you here, only death.
<The vision ends and Arwen weeps with
sadness and fear. Elrond comes to sit beside his daughter and
raises a hand to her cheek.>
Elrond: A im, ú-'erin veleth lîn? (Do I not also have your
Arwen: <Crying and moving into her
father’s embrace> Gerich meleth nîn, ada. (You have
my love, father)
<Elves, cloaked and carrying a lantern
each, are setting off from Rivendell on their journey to the West.
Elrond looks on as Arwen leaves with them. Arwen turns back to
look at her father one last time before she departs. Elrond
continues to stare after her with an expression of resigned
<Elrond is standing by a window. He hears
Galadriel: I amar prestar aen... han mathon ne nen, han mathon
ne chae a han nostan ned gwilith. (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.
<Saruman is communicating with Sauron via the Palantír.>
Sauron will use his puppet Saruman to destroy the people of Rohan.
Isengard has been unleashed. <View of
Saruman's marching army> The eye of Sauron now turns to
Gondor, the last free kingdom of men.
<View of Osgiliath> His war on this country will come
swiftly. He senses the Ring is close. The strength of the
Ringbearer is failing. In his heart, Frodo begins to understand.
<Close-up of Galadriel> The quest
will claim his life. You know this. You have foreseen it. It is
the risk we all took.
<Close-up of the Ring spinning in slow
Galadriel (V.O.): 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.
<We see Faramir and Gondorian rangers
with the captured Frodo and Sam.>
Galadriel (V.O.): Men, who are so easily seduced by its power. The
young captain of Gondor has but to extend his hands, take the Ring
for his own and the world will fall. It is close now, so close to
achieving its goal.
<Faramir and company have reached Henneth
Annûn. Frodo and Sam and being carries, blinded-folded into the
Galadriel (V.O.): For Sauron will have dominion of all life on
this Earth, even unto the ending of the world. The time of the
Elves is over.
<Close-up of Galadriel's luminous eyes
with their deep pools of wisdom. We then see Elrond in his
library, looking at the painting of Isildur facing down Sauron
with the broken blade of Narsil.>
Galadriel (V.O.): Do we leave Middle-earth to its fate? Do we let
them stand alone?
<Scene returns to Henneth Annûn. Faramir is conferring with his
man. They unroll a map.>
Faramir: What news?
Madril: Our scouts report Saruman has attacked Rohan. Théoden’s
people have fled to Helm’s Deep. <Points
at the map> But we must look to our own borders. Faramir,
Orcs are on the move. Sauron is marshalling an army. Easterlings
and Southrons are passing through the Black Gate.
Faramir: How many?
Madril: Some thousands. More come every day.
Faramir: Who’s covering the river to the north?
Madril: We pulled 500 men at Osgiliath, but if the city is
attacked, we won’t hold it.
Faramir: <Tracing on the map>
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.
<The hobbits are unbound and blindfolds
taken off them by Damrod and another ranger. Sam and Frodo find
themselves in a cave behind a waterfall, with Damrod sitting
behind them on a rock constantly watching them. Faramir comes up
to them and sits.>.
Faramir: My men tell me that you are Orc spies.
Sam: Spies?! Now wait just a minute!
Faramir: Well if you’re not spies, then who are you?
<Frodo and Sam remain silent.>
Frodo: We are hobbits of the Shire. Frodo Baggins is my name and
this is Samwise Gamgee.
Faramir: Your bodyguard?
Sam: His gardener.
Faramir: And where is your skulking friend? That gangrel creature.
He had an ill-favoured look.
Frodo: <The merest hesitation.>
There was no other.
<Sam looks shifty-eyed and
Frodo: We set out from Rivendell with seven companions. One we
lost in Mória. Two were my kin. A Dwarf there was also, and an
Elf. And two men, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and Boromir of Gondor.
Faramir: <Intently> You’re a
friend of Boromir?
Frodo: Yes... for my part.
Faramir: It will grieve you then to learn that he is dead.
Frodo: <Shocked> Dead? How? When?
Faramir: As one of his companions, I’d hoped you would tell me.
<Pause> He was my brother.
<Faramir is sitting alone, deep in thought. Suddenly someone comes
up to him.>
Gondorian ranger: Captain Faramir.
<whispers> We found the third one.
<Frodo and Sam are sleeping. Frodo
awakens as Faramir stands before him.>
Faramir: You must come with me. Now.
<Frodo gets up and follow. They come to
the edge of the waterfall, overlooking the Forbidden Pool.>
Faramir: <Pointing down> Down
<Frodo looks down and sees Gollum diving
into the water.>
Faramir: To enter the forbidden pool bears the penalty of death.
<He gestures to archers hidden in the
bushes.> They wait for my command.
<The Rangers notch their arrows>
Faramir: Shall I shoot?
<Frodo looks stricken. Gollum emerges
from the pool onto a rock. He holds a fish in his hand and starts
singing, slapping the fish on the rock as he goes.>
Gollum: <singing> The rock and
pool is nice and cool, so juicy sweet! I only wish
<Whacks the fish on the rock> to
catch a fish <whacks>, so juicy
sweet! <The fish almost wriggles out of
his grasp and he whacks it some more.>
<Faramir has his hand raised to order his men to shoot. At the
last moment, Frodo calls out.>
Frodo: Wait! <Faramir stops> This
creature is bound to me. And I to him. He is our guide. Please,
let me go down to him.
<Faramir nods. Frodo descends to the
Forbidden Pool and approaches Gollum who is gorging on the raw
Frodo: Sméagol. <Gollum turns round at
Frodo’s voice.> Master is here. Come, Sméagol. Trust
<Frodo gestures for Gollum to follow
Gollum: We must go now?
Frodo: Sméagol, you must trust master. Follow me, come on. Come.
Come, Sméagol. Nice Sméagol. That’s it. Come on.
<With the fish between his teeth, Gollum
follows Frodo warily. Suddenly he looks up in alarm and is caught
Frodo: Don’t hurt him! Sméagol don’t struggle! Sméagol listen to
Gollum: <wails> Master!!
<A black cloth is brought over Gollum's
head. Frodo stares after them with a stricken expression as
Faramir leads Gollum and his men away. Back in the cave, Gollum is
thrown down to the ground. Crying, he crawls into a corner and
curls up into ball.>
Gollum: No! No!
Faramir: Where are you leading them? Answer me!
Gollum: <Cooing, his hand stroking his
shoulder> Sméa…gol... Why does it cry, Sméagol?
Sméagol: <Sobbing> Cruel men hurts
us. Master trickst us.
Gollum: Of course he did. I told you he was tricksy. I told you he
Sméagol: <Sobbing> Master is our
friend... our friend.
Gollum: Master betrayed us.
Sméagol: No, not its business. Leave us alone!
Gollum: <Hits his fist against the wall>
Filthy little hobbitses. They stole it from us.
Sméagol: <Whimpers> No... No!
Faramir: What did they steal?
Gollum: <Turns to Faramir with a
ferocious expression> Myyy… PRECIOUSSS!!
<He bares his teeth and growls>
<Back in their holding area, Sam and Frodo are alone.>
Sam: 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.
Frodo: 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.
Sam: Mr. Frodo...
<They both stand as Faramir enters.>
Faramir: <Unsheathes his sword>
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.
<Faramir lifts the Ring from Frodo's neck
with the tip of his sword.>
Faramir: A chance for Faramir, captain of Gondor, to show his
<Frodo is backed up fearfully against the
wall. The Ring whispers and Frodo falls into a trance. Suddenly,
he grabs the Ring in his hand and jerks himself away.>
Frodo: No!! <He runs away from Faramir>
Sam: 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
<Faramir stares at Frodo. Just then
Damrod: Osgiliath is under attack. They call for reinforcements.
Sam: Please. It’s such a burden. Will you not help him?
Faramir: Prepare to leave. The Ring will go to Gondor.
<He turns to leave.>
<Sam looks after Faramir sadly.>
<Aragorn is riding towards Helm’s Deep. On the way, he sees an
enormous Uruk-hai army marching with great speed. He quickly makes
haste towards Helm’s Deep and soon sees the refuge.>
Aragorn: <Patting Brego on the neck>
Mae carnen, Brego, mellon nîn. (Well done, Brego, my
<He rides into Helm’s Deep to the
amazement of all.>
Refugees: He’s alive!
Gimli: <Pushing his way through the
crowd.> Where is he? Where is he? Get out of the way. I’m
gonna kill him! <He sees Aragorn.>
You are the luckiest, the canniest and the most reckless man I
ever knew! <He hugs Aragorn.>
Bless you, laddie!
Aragorn: Gimli, where is the king?
<Gimli gestures to the hall. As Aragorn
makes his way in, he runs into Legolas who stands waiting.>
Legolas: Le ab-dollen. (You’re late.)
<They smile. Legolas pauses and looks at
Aragorn’s wounds.> You look terrible.
<To the side, Éowyn sees Aragorn and
smiles joyously and with relief. Legolas takes Aragorn’s hand and
gives the Evenstar pendant. Aragorn looks at the Evenstar and
claps Legolas on the shoulder.>
Aragorn: Hannon le. (Thank you.)
<Éowyn looks on and smiles even as tears
fill her eyes.>
<Aragorn is in the keep, conferring with Théoden>
Théoden: A great host, you say?
Aragorn: All Isengard is emptied
Théoden: How many?
Aragorn: Ten thousand strong at least.
Théoden: Ten thousand?!
Aragorn: It is an army bred for a single purpose: to destroy the
world of men. They will be here by nightfall.
Théoden: Let them come! <Walks away
<Along the passage behind the Deeping
Théoden: <to Gamling> I want every
man and strong lad able to bear arms to be ready for battle by
<Gamling nods and goes off. Théoden
stands at the gate of Helm’s Deep, speaking to Aragorn, Legolas
Théoden: We will cover the causeway and the gate from above. No
army has ever breached the Deeping Wall or set foot inside the
Gimli: This is no rabble of mindless Orcs. These are Uruk-hai.
Their armor is thick and their shields broad.
Théoden: I have fought many wars, Master Dwarf. I know how to
defend my own keep.
<Gimli seems miffed. Legolas claps a hand
on Gimli’s shoulder as he follows Aragorn and Théoden back in.>
Théoden: 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
Aragorn: They do not come to destroy Rohan’s crops or villages.
They come to destroy its people. Down to the last child.
Théoden: <Draws close to Aragorn>
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.
Aragorn: Send out riders, my lord. You must call for aid.
Théoden: And who will come? Elves? Dwarves? We are not so lucky in
our friends as you. The old alliances are dead.
Aragorn: Gondor will answer.
Théoden: 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. <He
walks away, calling out orders> Get the women and children
into the caves.
Gamling: We need more time to lay provisions for a siege, lord –
Théoden: <Cutting him off> There
is no time. War is upon us!
Rohan captain: <to the soldiers>
Secure the gate!
<Men rush to prepare for battle as flocks
of carrion crows circle overhead.>
<Treebeard walks through the forest carrying Merry and Pippin. He
comes to a clearing and stops.>
Treebeard: 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... Ent Moot.
Merry: What’s that?
Treebeard: 'Tis a gathering.
Merry: A gathering of what?
<Merry and Pippin turns round as they
hear movement from the forest around them. They see many more Ents
like Treebeard gathering.>
Treebeard: Beech, oak, chestnut, ash... Good, good, good. Many
have come. Now we must decide if the Ents will go to war.
<Merry licks his lips in anticipation.>
<Back at Helm’s Deep, the women and children are being led into
Soldier 1: Move back! Move to the caves!
Soldier 2: Keep moving!
Soldier 3: Quickly now!
<Old men and young lads are being drafted
for war. The women and children say their tearful and reluctant
farewells as their fathers, husbands and sons are led away by
soldiers. In the armoury, weapons are being distributed. Aragorn
picks up a battered sword, looks at it and tosses it back.>
Aragorn: Farmer, farriers, stable boys. These are no soldiers.
Gimli: Most have seen too many winters.
Legolas: Or too few. Look at them. They’re frightened. I can see
it in their eyes. <The men around them
fell silent. Legolas speaks to Aragorn.> Boe a hûn:
neled herain dan caer menig! (And they should be... Three
hundred against ten thousand!)
Aragorn: Si beriathar hýn. Amar nâ ned Edoras. (They have
more hope of defending themselves here than at Edoras.)
Legolas: Aragorn, men i ndagor. Hýn ú-... ortheri. Natha daged
aen! (Aragorn, we are warriors. They cannot win this fight.
They are all going to die!)
Aragorn: Then I shall die as one them!
<He pauses and then walks away. Legolas makes as if to go after
Gimli: <Puts a hand on Legolas>
Let him go, lad. Let him be.
<In the hall>
Gamling: Every villager able to wield a sword has been sent to the
armory. My lord?
Théoden: Who am I, Gamling?
Gamling: You are our king, sire.
Théoden: And do you trust your king?
Gamling: <Puts armour onto Théoden>
Your men, my lord, will follow you to whatever end.
<The villagers are handed their weapons.
An oversized helmet is placed on a wide-eyed boy. Another stares
at the axe that he is handed with frightened eyes. Another child
wearing oversized chain mail takes up a huge shield. Théoden
stands inside the main hall of the keep, his back to the entrance
where a bright white light is streaming through.>
Théoden: 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?
<Everyone is getting ready for war at the battlements. Aragorn is
sitting on the steps. He sees a young lad in armour holding a
sword looking around nervously.>
Aragorn: Give me your sword. What is your name?
Haleth: Haleth, son of Háma, my lord. The men are saying that we
will not live out the night. They say that it is hopeless..
<Aragorn gives the battered sword a few
Aragorn: This is a good sword, Haleth, son of Háma.
<He hands the sword back to Haleth and
leans close to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.>
Aragorn: There is always hope.
<Back at the armoury, Aragorn dons his battle gear. His sword is
handed to him as he reaches for it. He nods and accepts the sword
Legolas: We have trusted you this far. You have not led us astray.
Forgive me. I was wrong to despair.
Aragorn: Ú-moe edhored, Legolas. (There is nothing to
<They smile and clap one another on the
shoulders. They look at Gimli as he walks up to them, struggling
with his chain mail.>
Gimli: If we had more time I’d get this adjusted.
<He drops the bundle and the chain mail
lands with its length right to the floor.> It’s a little
tight across the chest.
<Aragorn and Legolas bite back smiles.
Just then, a horn sounds in the background>
Legolas: That is no Orc horn. <They run
out to the battlements.>
<The guards look down in wonderment.>
Bereg: <to another guard> Send for
the king. Open the gate!
Soldier: Open the gate!
<An army of Lothlórien Elves march up the
Causeway into the Hornburg. They are led by Haldir. The Rohirrim
soldiers look upon them in wonderment and delight as they pass.>
Théoden: How is this possible?
Haldir: I bring word from Elrond of Rivendell. An alliance once
existed between Elves and men. Long ago we fought and died
together. <He looks up to see Aragorn,
Legolas and Gimli running down the steps, and smiles> We
come to honor that allegiance.
Aragorn: <He bows> Mae
govannen, Haldir. (Welcome, Haldir)
<He grabs Haldir in a huge embrace. Initially stunned, Haldir hugs
him back lightly.>
Aragorn: You are most welcome!
<Legolas and Haldir clasp each other on
Haldir: <Turning to Théoden> We
are proud to fight alongside men, once more.
<Men and Elves are in their positions on
the battlements of Helm’s Deep. The sounds of a marching army move
closer and closer. The women and children in the caves hear the
sounds overhead and are frightened. Mothers draw their children
close and try to sooth crying babies. The men and Elves look out
into the darkness, lit by the thousands of torches carried by the
huge advancing Uruk-hai army and the light bouncing off their
armour. With a row of Elf archers, Gimli is standing beside
Legolas behind a wall, only the top of his helmet visible.>
Gimli: <Grumbling and straining to look
above the wall.> You could have picked a better spot.
<Legolas smirks. Aragorn approaches and
stands beside them>
Gimli: Well lad, whatever luck you live by, let’s hope it lasts
<Thunder sounds and lightning flashes,
revealing the sea of approaching Uruk-hai.>
Legolas: Your friends are with you, Aragorn.
Gimli: Let’s hope they last the night.
<The marching and thumping grows louder
and louder. Lightning flashes and it begins to rain. While the
Uruk-hai army continues to march at the fortress, an Uruk-hai
leader steps on a rock outcrop.>
<Aragorn is giving commands to the Elf warriors.>
Aragorn: A Eruchîn, ú-dano i faelas a hyn an uben tanatha le
faelas! (Show them no mercy! For you shall receive none!)
<The Uruk-hai leader raises his swords
and commands his army to stop with a terrifying animalic cry. The
Uruks stop and growl in anticipation of the upcoming battle and
Gimli: <Jumping and straining to see>
What’s happening out there?
Legolas: Shall I describe it to you?
<Looks at Gimli with a grin> Or would you like me to find
you a box?
Gimli: <Laughs good-naturedly>
<The Uruk Leader cries out once,
encouraging the Uruk-hai to start roaring and thumping their
spears furiously.The women and children in the caves huddle
together in fear. Suddenly, Aldor, the old man next to Haleth,
loses his grip and releases his arrow prematurely, shooting an
Uruk-hai in the neck.>
Aragorn: Dartho! (Hold!)
<The Uruk-hai army stop their roaring and
thumping. With a hollow groan, the Uruk that was shot collapsed to
the ground. The other Uruk-hai bare their teeth and roar with
anger. With a cry, the Uruk-hai leader thrusts his weapon in the
air and the Uruk-hai army starts charging.>
Théoden: So it begins.
Aragorn: Tangado halad! (Prepare to fire!)
<The Elves notch their arrow and aim.>
Legolas: Faeg i-varv dîn na lanc a nu ranc. (Their armor is
weak at the neck and beneath the arms.)
Aragorn: Leithio i philinn! (Release the arrows!)
<Arrows rain down on the Uruk-hai below,
Gimli: Did they hit anything?
Théoden: Give them a volley.
Gamling: <to the men> Fire!
<More arrows are released. But the Uruk-hai army keep advancing,
with more replacing those fallen.>
Gimli: <Impatiently> Send them to
<The Uruk-hai start to load ladders onto
the walls, pushing them up with their long spears.>
Aragorn: Pendraid! (Ladders!)
<The Elves draw their blades in
preparation for combat. The first ladders are almost reaching the
walls with big nasty Uruk Berserkers on top of them.>
Aragorn: Swords! Swords!
<Close combat begins as the Uruk-hai
climb over the wall.>
Gimli: Legolas, two already! <Holding up
Legolas: I’m on seventeen!
Gimli: <Outraged> Argh! I’ll have
no pointy-ear outscoring me! <He turns to
a Uruk just climbing over the wall, whacking it in the groin with
his axe and killing it as it falls.>
Legolas: <Fires two arrows>
<The Ent Moot is still in progress. The Ents sway a little as they
continue to deliberate. Merry and Pippin are sitting a distance
away. Suddenly, Treebeard nods and turns to the hobbits.>
Pippin: <Gesturing> Merry!
Treebeard: We have just agreed. <Long
pause with his eyes closed.>
Merry: <Angles his head in query>
Treebeard: I have told your names to the Ent moot and we have
agreed – you are not Orcs.
Pippin: Well, that’s good news.
Merry: <impatiently> And what
about Saruman? Have you come to a decision about HIM?
Treebeard: <Waving a hand> Now
don’t be hasty, Master Meriadoc.
Merry: Hasty? Our friends are out there! They need our help! They
cannot fight this war on their own.
Treebeard: War, yes… It affects us all. But you must understand,
young hobbit. It takes a loong time to say anything in ooold…
Entish. <Merry and Pippin roll their eyes in disgruntlement.> And we never
say anything… unless it is worth taking a looong… time to say.
<Gimli is standing on the wall between two ladders, hacking away
at Uruk-hai as they come up>
Gimli: Seventeen! Eighteen! Nineteen! Twenty! Twenty-one!
<Camera pans over the Uruk-hai below and
turns to the Causeway. A group of Uruk-hai is advancing on the
Causeway towards the gate in tortoise formation, using their broad
shields to block off attacks.>
Aragorn: Na fennas! (Causeway!)
<Directs the Elf archers to aim at the Uruk-hai column.>
<The Elf archers release their arrows. The Uruk-hai at the sides
are shot and fall down the Causeway. But the column keeps
Théoden: Is this it? Is this all you can conjure, Saruman?
<At the bottom of the Deeping Wall, two
spiky bombs are lodge in the sluice gate. The rest opens a path
and an Uruk-hai carrying a torch starts to run towards the sluice
gate. Aragorn spots the Uruk-hai.>
Aragorn: Togo hon dad, Legolas! (Bring him down, Legolas!)
<Legolas shoots the Uruk-hai in the
shoulder but the latter keeps going> Dago hon! Dago hon!
(Kill him! Kill him!)
<Legolas shoots the Uruk again. It
stumbles and then throws it self and the torch at the bombs. An
enormous explosion is set off, blowing away a large part of the
wall. Rock, debris and bodies are thrown up. Aragorn is also
thrown back by the force of the explosion and on the ground,
knocked out. Théoden looks on in shock as the Uruk-hai streams in
past the Deeping Walls.>
Théoden: Brace the Gate! Hold them! Stand firm!
<Gimli sees the Uruk-hai charging in with
Aragorn in their path. With a cry, he jumps down from the wall and
lands on the Uruk-hai army, taking them out as he stands.>
Gimli: Aragorn!! Argh!
<He is soon overpowered. Aragorn gets up
and sees Gimli falling.>
Aragorn: Gimli! <He yells to the Elves
behind him> Hado i philinn! (Hurl the arrows!)
<The arrows take out the first group of
Uruk-hai coming through the hole in the wall.>
Aragorn: Herio! (Charge!)
<Aragorn leads the Elves in a charge
towards the Uruk-hai streaming in. He rushes to Gimli’s side and
picks him up. At the top of the battlements, Legolas grabs a
shield and sends it sliding across the ground. He then hops onto
it and surfs down the steps, releasing three arrows as he goes,
and kicking the shield to stab an Uruk-hai as he lands at the
<At the Ent Moot>
Treebeard: The Ents cannot hold back this storm. We must weather
such things as we have always done.
Merry: How can that be your decision?!
Treebeard: This is not our war.
Merry: But you're part of this world! Aren’t you?!
<The Ents look at one another, taken
back> You must help, please! You must do something!
Treebeard: You are young and brave, Master Merry. But your part in
this tale is over. Go back to your home.
<Merry is putting on his jacket. Pippin
approaches him slowly>
Pippin: 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.
Merry: <Looking into the distance.>
The fires of Isengard will spread. And the woods of Tuckborough
and Buckland will burn. And all that was once green and good in
this world will be gone. <Turns to Pippin
and puts a hand on his shoulder> There won't be a Shire,
<Pippin looks after Merry as he walks
Gamling: Aragorn! Fall back to the Keep! Get your men out of
Aragorn: Na Barad! Na Baraad! Haldir, na Barad! (To the
Keep! Pull back to the Keep! Haldir, to the Keep!)
<Haldir nods and turns back. Gimli is
being carried away, kicking and struggling as he goes>
Gimli: <Protesting> What are you
doing? Argh! What are you stopping for!
<Haldir hacks at a few Uruk as he turns
towards the gate. Suddenly, he is stabbed in his arm. Slow motion:
with a grimace, he kills the Uruk-hai and look s down as his wound
in seeming disbelief. An Uruk-hai comes up from behind him
unnoticed and slices him on the neck. As Haldir goes down, he
looks around him and sees his kin fallen among dead Uruk-hai.>
Aragorn: <Sees Haldir falling>
HALDIR!! <He runs up the steps to
Haldir’s side and catches him and he collapses. Haldir's head
rolls back, his eyes empty and unseeing. Aragorn bows his head in
grief. Then with a cry, he jumps onto a ladder and swings down to
the ground, killing as he goes.>
Gamling: Brace the gate!
Soldier: Hold them!
Théoden: <Drawing his sword> To
the gate! Draw your swords!
<Théoden and his commanders come to the
gate, which is under heavy attack. The Uruk-hai are knocking down
the gate and hacking through the broken wood. Théoden stabs at an
Uruk-hai and receives a lance in his shoulder, blocked by his
armour. Grimacing in pain, Théoden continues to stab at the Uruk
until led away by Gamling.>
Gamling: Make way! We cannot hold much longer.
Théoden: Hold them!
Aragorn: <Runs up and stabs away at the
Uruk-hai through the broken gate> How long do you need?
Gamling: Brace the gate!
Théoden: As long as you can give me!
Theoden: Timbers! Brace the Gate!
<Aragorn and Gimli slip out a side exit
and stand on a ledge just to the side of the main gate. Aragorn
peeks over, seeing the large band of Uruk-hai storming the gate.>
Gimli: Come on! We can take ‘em!
Aragorn: It’s a long way.
<Gimli takes a peek and then steps back.>
Gimli: <Mumbles> Toss me.
Gimli: I cannot jump the distance! You’ll have to toss me!
<Aragorn nods slowly and then turns to
grab the Dwarf.>
Gimli: Oh! <Gimli stays Aragorn’s hand>
Don’t tell the Elf.
Aragorn: Not a word.
<He tosses Gimli to the head of the
Causeway and then leaps over.>
Gimli: <Making quick work of killing the
<On the other side of the gate>
Théoden: Shore up the door!
Soldier 1: Make way!
Soldier 2: Follow me to the barricade.
Soldier 3: Watch our backs!
Soldier 4: Throw another one over here!
<Men are bracing the gate with wood and
nails. Aragorn and Gimli continue to fight off the Uruk-hai just
outside. Meanwhile the Uruk-hai load and fires enormous hooks over
the battlements. Hundred of Uruk-hai climb onto super-ladders as
they are pulled up towards the walls, the super-ladders locking
onto the edge of the battlements with their steel grips. Legolas
takes aim as another super-ladder is being pulled up and shoots
away one of the ropes. The ladder falls back onto the Uruk-hai
Soldier: Hold fast the gate!>
Théoden: <Through a crack in the gate>
Gimli! Aragorn! Get out of there!
<Legolas calls to them from the top of
Legolas: Aragorn! <He throws them a rope>
<Aragorn grabs Gimli in one hand and the rope with the other as
they are pulled up the wall. Just then the Uruk-hai load and fires
enormous hooks over the battlements. Hundred of Uruk-hai climb
onto super-ladders as they are pulled up towards the walls, the
super-ladders locking onto the edge of the battlements with their
steel grips. Legolas takes aim as another super-ladder is being
pulled up and shoots away one of the ropes. The ladder falls back
onto the Uruk-hai army.>
Théoden: Pull everybody back! Pull them back!
Gamling: Fall back! Fall back!
Théoden: They’ve broken through! The castle is breached. Retreat!
Gamling: Fall back!
Aragorn: Hurry! Inside! Get them inside!
Gamling: Into the Keep!
<They all run towards the keep, Legolas
firing two arrows into the Uruk-hai army as he goes.>
<Treebeard is walking through the forest, carrying Merry and
Pippin. The hobbits look dejected.>
Treebeard: I will leave you at the western borders of the forest.
You can make your way north to your homeland from there.
<Pippin suddenly looks up with a gleam in
Pippin: Wait! Stop! Stop! <Treebeard
comes to a stop.> Turn around. Turn around. Take us south!
Treebeard: South? But that will lead you past Isengard.
Pippin: 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.
Treebeard: Mmmm. 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 down hill.
Merry: Are you mad? We’ll be caught!
Pippin: No we won’t. Not this time.
<Faramir and company draws close to Osgiliath.>
Ranger 1: Look! Osgiliath burns!
Ranger 2: Mordor has come.
Frodo: <With tears in his eyes>
The Ring will not save Gondor. It has only the power to destroy.
Please, let me go.
<Faramir hesitates for a moment.>
Faramir: Hurry. <He presses them on>
Frodo: Faramir, you must let me go!
<Frodo and Sam are pushed on towards
<Treebeard, Merry and Pippin come to the southern edge of the
Treebeard: And a little family of field mice that climb up
sometimes and they tickle me awfully. They’re always trying to get
somewhere where they – Oh!! <He sees the
desolated landscape of tree stumps that used to be forested
grounds> Many of these trees were my friends. Creatures I
had known from nut and acorn.
Pippin: I’m sorry, Treebeard.
Treebeard: <With tears in his eyes>
They had voices of their own. <His gaze
turns to the treeless Isengard and its smoking caverns>
Saruman! A wizard should know better!
<He lets out a ferocious roar that echoes
through the forest>
Treebeard: There is no curse in Elvish, Entish or the tongues of
men for this treachery. My business is with Isengard tonight. With
rock and stone!
<Merry and Pippin turn around as they
hear rumbles from the forest. They see many Ents emerging and
marching towards them>
Treebeard: Hoorarooom... Come my friends. The Ents are going to
war. It is likely that we go to our doom. Last march of the Ents!
<Osgiliath is still under siege as Faramir and company arrives,
dodging arrows and falling rocks.>
Madril: Faramir, Orcs have taken the eastern shore. Their numbers
are too great. By nightfall we’ll be overrun.
<Frodo suddenly seems stricken>
Sam: Mr Frodo!
Frodo: It’s calling to him, Sam. His eye is almost on me.
Sam: Hold on, Mr. Frodo… You'll be alright...
<Frodo sees that Sam is speaking to him
but he hears nothing. His senses are overcome.>
Faramir: Take them to my father. Tell him Faramir sends a mighty
gift. A weapon that will change our fortunes in this war.
<Sam breaks away as they are being led
Sam: 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!
Ranger: Watch out!
<A boulder crashes into a tower overhead
and shatters it. Suddenly, Frodo’s eyes roll up and he stares at
Sam: Mr Frodo?
Frodo: <In a faraway voice>
They’re here. They’ve come.
Faramir: <Looking up> NAZGÛL!! <He
grabs the hobbits and thrusts them into a corner.> Stay here. Keep
out of sight. <To his men> Take
<Banners of the White Hand are flying from the battlements of
Helm’s Deep. The Hornburg is overrun with Uruk-hai. Théoden and
company are in the hall of the keep.>
Théoden: The fortress is taken. It is over.
Aragorn: <Carrying a table with Legolas
to shore up the door of the hall> You said this fortress
would never fall while your men defend it! They still defend it!
They have died defending it!
<In the Glittering Caves, the women and
children cry in fear as they hear the battering ram banging on the
Woman: They are breaking in!
Aragorn: Is there no other way for the women and children to get
out of the caves? <There is no answer.>
Is there no other way?
Gamling: There is one passage. It leads into the mountains. But
they will not get far. The Uruk-hai are too many.
Aragorn: Send word for the women and children to make for the
mountain pass. And barricade the entrance.
Théoden: So much death. What can men do against such reckless
Aragorn: <Pause> Ride out with me.
Ride out and meet them.
Théoden: <A light of determination shines
in his eyes> For death and glory.
Aragorn: For Rohan. For your people.
Gimli: The sun is rising.
<Aragorn looks up at a window to see
faint light streaming through. He recalls Gandalf's words.>
Gandalf (V.O.): Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day.
At dawn, look to the east.
Théoden: Yes. Yes! The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the
deep one last time!
Gimli: Yes! <Gimli runs up the steps to
the horn of Helm Hammerhand>
Théoden: Let this be the hour when we draw swords together. Fell
deeds awake. Now for wrath! Now for ruin! And a red dawn!
<He mounts his horse and puts on his
helmet. The sound of the horn rumbles through Helm's Deep as Gimli
blows with gusto.>
Théoden: FORTH EORLINGAS!!
<Théoden leads the charge out of the keep
into the Hornburg, slashing away at the Uruk-hai as they go.
Without pause, they storm out of the gate and down the Causeway,
right into the column of waiting Uruk-hai. In the midst of battle,
Aragorn looks east and sees a white rider against the rising sun>
Gandalf: Théoden king stands alone.
Éomer: <Coming up from behind> Not
alone. <He raises a hand>
<Riders move up behind Éomer.>
Théoden: <Looking to the east>
Éomer: To the king!
<The Rohirrim and the White Rider charge
down the slope. Half the Uruk-hai army turns to face the
challenge, bearing their spears down towards the riders. As the
riders draw closer, the sun rises behind them, momentarily
blinding the Uruk-hai who raise the hands (and spears) to shield
their eyes. The riders crash right into the Uruk-hai and engage
them in battle.>
<The Ents are stomping over Isengard, swinging their huge limbs,
throwing and stamping on Orcs and rolling huge boulders over the
ground. An Ent is pulled down with chains by some Orcs, who
immediately jump on and hacks away at his wooden limbs. Saruman
rushes out onto the balcony of Orthanc and stares at the
pandemonium in incredulity. Merry and Pippin also throws stones at
Orcs, their aims true.>
Treebeard: A hit. A fine hit!
<Two Ents rock a wooden structure and
push it over into the caverns below, smashing against the rock.
Some Orcs fire flamed-tipped arrows at an Ent, setting him on
fire. Saruman continues to look about from his balcony, helpless.
Some Ents are now breaking away at a dam.>
Treebeard: Break the dam! Release the river!
<The dam is broken and Saruman looks up
to see the river rushing down the slope towards Isengard, washing
away Orcs and wooden structures in its path. >
Merry: Pippin, hold on! <The hobbits
tighten their hold on top of Treebeard>
Treebeard: Hold on, little hobbits!
<Treebeard braces himself against the
flood. As the water rushes over Isengard, an Ent rushes in and
thrusts his burning body into the water. The water rushes into the
caverns, washing away the bridges, mechanisms and structures
<Frodo walks slowly away from the safe corner. Gondorian Rangers
are still running about, defending their stations.>
Sam: What are you doing? Where are you going?!
<Slow motion: Frodo walks up some stairs
and stands on a bridge. A Nazgûl on a Fell beast emerges in front
of him. Frodo stares at the Nazgûl, fixated. Feeling the call of
the Ring, he holds it up. Faramir watches the unfolding tableau
from below. As Frodo moves to put the Ring on his finger and the
Nazgûl flies closer and closer, Sam runs up and knocks Frodo over.
Faramir releases an arrow and shoots the Fell Beast. Frodo and Sam
roll down the stairs. As they come to a stop at the bottom, Frodo
holds Sam in a death grip, yells and points Sting at his throat,
his eyes livid with madness and anger that someone would try to
take the Ring away.>
Sam: <With tears running down his face>
It’s me. It’s your Sam. Don’t you know your Sam?
<The madness fades and recognition
returns to Frodo’s eyes. He realises what he nearly did and is
overcome. Stumbling backwards, he collapses against a wall and
Sting falls to the ground with a clang. Sam gets up slowly.>
Frodo: <Slowly and with despair> I
can’t do this, Sam.
Sam: <Getting up slowly> I know.
It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are.
<He stands and leans against a wall, looking out into the
distance.> 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? <Images of the riders
winning the battle against the Uruk-hai at Helm’s Deep> How
could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had
Théoden: Victory! We have victory! <He
raises his sword with a victorious cry>
Sam: But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow.
<The women and children welcome the men
as they return. Éowyn runs up to Aragorn and embraces him, crying
tears of relief.> Even darkness must pass. A new day will
come. <Isengard is flooded. Merry and
Pippin looks on from their perch on Treebeard. On the balcony,
Saruman stumbles back into his chamber> 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
Frodo: What are we holding on to, Sam?
Sam: There’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth
<Standing in a corner, even Gollum seems
moved. Faramir walks over and comes to kneel in front of Frodo>
Faramir: I think at last we understand one another, Frodo Baggins.
Madril: You know the laws of our country, the laws of your father.
If you let them go, your life will be forfeit.
Faramir: Then it is forfeit. Release them.
<Sam shakes the ranger’s hand from his
shoulder. Frodo looks up at Faramir with gladness. Over in the
realm of Rohan, Gandalf, Théoden and company ride to the top of a
slope, looking towards the Mountain of Fire in the distance.>
Gandalf: 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.
<Frodo and Sam are walking through the
woods, away from Osgiliath.>
Sam: I wonder if we’ll ever be put into songs or tales.
Sam: 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 favorite
stories. Frodo was really courageous, wasn’t he, dad.’ ‘Yes, my
boy, the most famousest of hobbits. And that’s saying alot.’
Frodo: Huh, you left out one of the chief characters – Samwise the
Brave. I want to hear more about Sam.
<Frodo turns to look at Sam.>
Frodo: Frodo wouldn’t have got far without Sam.
Sam: Now Mr. Frodo, you shouldn’t make fun. I was being serious.
Frodo: <smiling> So was I.
<He turns to walk on>
Sam: <Dreamily> Samwise the Brave.
<He gives his backpack a heave and
<Gollum is crouching a short distance away>
Sam: We’re not gonna wait for you. Come on!
Sméagol: Master... Master looks after us. Master wouldn’t hurt us.
Gollum: Master broke his promise.
Sméagol: Don’t ask Sméagol. Poor, poor Sméagol.
Gollum: Master betrayed us! Wicked, tricksy, false. We ought to
wring his filthy little neck. <Twists the
branch of a tree> Kill him! Kill him! Kill them both. And
then we take the precious and we be the master.
Sméagol: <Scuttles and hides behind a
tree> The fat hobbit, he knows. Eyes always watching.
Gollum: Then we stabs them out. Put out his eyeses. And make HIM
Sméagol: <Bites on his finger and nods
eagerly> Yes! Yes! Yes!
Gollum: Kill them both.
Sméagol: Yes! No no! <Backs away against
a tree> It’s too risky, it’s too risky.
<He looks in the direction of the
Sam: Where’s he gone? Hey Gollum, where are you?
Gollum: <Softly and sinisterly> We
could let HER do it.
Sméagol: Yes. She could do it.
Gollum: Yes, precious she could. And then we takes it once they’re
Sméagol: Once they’re dead…
Gollum: Shh… <He pops out from hiding in
front of the hobbits.>
Sméagol: Come on, hobbits. Long ways to go yet. Sméagol will show
you the way.
<He turns to walk on, with Frodo and Sam
Gollum: Follow me.
< Camera pans up over the forest and
Ephel Dúath to reveal the desolation of Mordor. To the left of the
frame is the glowing Eye of Sauron atop Barad-dûr, and to the
right of the frame is the fiery Mount Doom. Three Fell Beasts
circle the dark skies. Lightning flashes as the scene fades to
Songs and poem:
The Abyss [Gandalf’s fight with the Balrog]
bin-nât aznân tarsisi
Bazar udu agânî-furkhîn
Ma nîd sakhu!
Ma satf unkhai!
No shaft of light
Can breach it
No breath of air
Comes from it
Only an endless dark rises
Deep from the beginnings
Of the world.
Do not look down
Nor step too close
The Silence will take you.
It will swallow you whole.
Music by Howard Shore
Words by Philippa Boyens
Translation by David Salo
The Call [Théoden Dresses For Battle]
Hwaer cwóm helm? hwaer cwóm byrne?
Hwaer cwóm feax flówende?
Hwaer cwóm hand on hearpestrenge?
Hwær cwóm scír fyyr scínende?
Hwaer cwóm lencten and hærfest?
Hwaer cwóm héah corn weaxende?
Hwá gegaderath wuduréc of
Oththe gesiehth of gársecge
thá gear gewendende?
Where is the helm and the hauberk,
and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harp string,
and the red fire glowing?
where is the spring and the harvest
and the tall corn growing?
Who shall gather the smoke of
the dead wood burning?
Or behold the flowing years
from the Sea returning?
Music by Howard Shore
Words by J.R.R. Tolkien
Translation by David Salo
Naur vi eryn,
lanc I dalaf
Mathach vi geven?
Nostach vi wilith?
Mâb le i nagor,
Bâd gurth vi ngalad firiel.
Dorthach vi mar han?
Dagrathach go hain?
The woods are burning,
the ground lies bare
Do you feel it in the earth?
Can you smell it in the air?
The war is upon you,
Death moves in the fading light.
Are you part of this world?
Will you join their fight?
Music by Howard Shore
Words by Philippa Boyens
Translation by David Salo
rithannen i geven
thangen i harn
na fennas i daur
ôl dûr ristannen
i ngelaidh dagrar
ristar thynd, cúa tawar
Dambedir enyd i ganed
Si linna i waew trin ylf
Isto i dur i chuiyl
i ngelaidh dagrar
The forest is at your door
The dark sleep is broken
The woods have awoken
The trees have gone to war
Roots rend, wood bends
The Ents have answered the call
Through branches now the wind sings
Feel the power of living things
The trees have gone to war
Music by Howard Shore
Words by Philippa Boyens
Translation by David Salo
The Fallen [Théoden Grieves for his Son]
Hé laered hine rídan
And wealdan méce
And standan fæst
And féond ne forhtian.
Nú hé sceal leornian
Thæt hearde sóth:
Hé raerede his cnapa
Of cilde tó menn
Thæt hé his death geséo
Sé féond wæs simble mid heom.
Sé féond ne recede ege.
He taught him to ride,
To wield a sword.
To stand strong and
Show his enemy no fear.
Now he must learn
The hard truth.
That he had brought his boy
So that he might face his death
Like a man.
The enemy was always with them.
The enemy did not care about fear.
Music by Howard Shore
Words by Philippa Boyens
Translation by David Salo
An mauya mahtie
Servant of fire
face your foe
Summon forth your strength
For you must fight
Through endless dark
Through chasms of stone.
To the end.
To the death!
Music by Howard Shore
Words by Philippa Boyens
Translation by David Salo
Where once was light
Now darkness falls
Where once was love
Love is no more
Don’t say – goodbye
Don’t say – I didn’t try
These tears we cry
Are falling rain
For all the lies
You told us
The hurt, the blame!
And we will weep
To be so alone
We are lost!
We can never go home.
So in the end
I will be what I will be
No loyal friend
Was ever there for me.
Now we say goodbye
We say you didn’t try
These tears you cry
Have come too late
Take back the lies
The hurt, the blame!
And you will weep
When you face the end alone
You are lost!
You can never go home.
Words & Music by Fran Walsh & Howard Shore
Performed by Emiliana Torrini
The King [Théoden is transfromed by Gandalf]
Lim-strang wæs geboren
Bunden in byrde Tó laedenne
Bunden in lufe Tó thegnunge
Lang beadugear cyythath
Líc onginneth búgan.
Swift déadlic géar Stieppath geond willan.
Ac éagan gíet lóciath Beorhtre gesihthe.
Heorte gíet béateth.
Strong-limbed he was born
This son of Kings;
This warrior of Rohan.
Bound by birth to lead.
Bound by love to serve.
Long years of war begin to show.
The body has begun to bend.
Swift mortal years outpace the will.
But the eyes still watch clear-sighted.
The great heart is beating still.
Music by Howard Shore
Words by Philippa Boyens
Translation by David Salo
Héo naefre wacode dægréd
Tó bisig mid dægeweorcum
Ac oft héo wacode sunnanwanung
Thonne nihtciele créap geond móras
And on thaere hwíle
Héo dréga thá losinga
Ealra thinga the héo forléas.
Héo swá oft dréag hire sáwle sincende
Héo ne cúthe hire heortan lust.
She never watched
the morning rising,
Too busy with the
days first chores.
But oft she would watch
the sun’s fading
As the cold of night crept
across the moors.
And in that moment
She felt the loss
Of everything that
Had been missed.
So used to feeling
the spirit sink
She had not felt
her own heart’s wish.
Music by Howard Shore
Words by Philippa Boyens
Translation by David Salo