- [Voices are heard from the Misty Mountains.]
You cannot pass!
I'm the servant of the secret fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. The dark fire will not avail you! Flame
[We track in through the mountain and see Gandalf and the Balrog on the Bridge of Khazad-dum
Go back to the shadow! YOU… SHALL NOT... PASS!!!
[Gandalf slams his staff on the bridge, and a flash of white light drives the Balrog back. The demon draws a whip of fire,
steps onto the bridge, and it gives way, dropping the Balrog into the chasm. It seems they have won, but as he turns away,
the tail of the whip catches Gandalf's ankle and pulls him down. He gets a brief grasp on the edge of the bridge.]
[Holding Frodo back
.] No! Frodo!
Fly you fools!
[Gandalf loses his grip and falls into the chasm.]
[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 crashes 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 wakens from the nightmare.]
- Frodo: Gandalf!
- Sam: What is it Mr. Frodo?
- Frodo: Nothing. Just a dream.
- [Frodo and Sam climb over rocky terrain. They look into the distance at the Mountain of Fire.]
- Sam: Mordor. The one place in Middle Earth we don't want to see any closer. It's the one place we are trying to get to.
It's just where we cant 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 they did.
- [Suddenly Frodo feels and spies the Eye zooming in on him. He gasps and pants as he backs away.]
- Sam: Frodo? It's the Ring isn't it?
- Frodo: It's getting heavier. What food have we got left?
- Sam: Well, let me see. Oh yes, lovely. Lembas bread. And look! More lembas bread. I don't usually hold to foreign food,
but this elvish stuff is not bad.
- Frodo: Nothing ever dampens your spirits does it Sam?
- Sam: Those rain clouds might.
- [They continue trekking through difficult terrain, often huddling underneath their cloaks.]
- Sam: This looks strangely familiar.
- Frodo: [In frustration]: That's because we've been here before! We are going in circles!
- Sam: Ah! What's that horrid stink? I'll warrant there's a nasty bog nearby. Can you smell it?
- Frodo: Yes I can smell it. We are not alone
- (Later- Frodo and Sam are sleeping at the base of a cliff.)
- Gollum: [Sneaking up on the hobbits.] Those thieves! Those filthy little thieves! Wheeere isssit? Wheeere isssit?
They stole it from us. My preciousssss.
- [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 huge eyes fixed on the Ring. Sam grabs hold of Gollum again and tears him away from Frodo. Gollum then turns around and
bits Sam on the shoulder, wriggles around and clasps his arms around Sam’s neck and legs around his waist in a death
grip. Frodo then unsheathes Sting and holds it to Gollum's throat.]
- Frodo: 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. He is then tied at the
neck with Sam’s elvish rope and half-dragged along even as he cries and wails.]
- Gollum: It burns! It burns us! Take it off!
- Sam: Quiet you! It's hopeless! Every Orc in Mordor will hear this racket! Let's tie him up and leave him!
- Gollum: No! That’s will kill us, kill us!
- Sam: It's nothing more than you deserve!
- Frodo: Maybe he does deserve to die. Now that I've seen him, I do pity him.
- Gollum: [Begging]: We be nice to them, if they be nice to us. Take it off us. We swears to do what you wants.
- Frodo: There is no promise you can make that I can trust.
- Gollum: We swears to serve the master of the precioussss. We swears on, on the precioussss! Gollum Gollum
- Frodo: The Ring is treacherous. It will hold you to your word.
- Gollum: Yes... on the preciouss... on the preciousss.
- Sam:[Suddenly, Sam shouts out loudly] I don't believe you! Get down! Get down! [Sam jerks strongly at the rope
as Gollum tries to get away and Gollum falls to the ground.]
- Frodo: [In horror]: Sam!
- Sam: He was trying to trick us! We let him go, he'll throttle us into our sleep!
- Frodo: [To Gollum, almost as a statement rather than question]: You know the way to Mordor?
- Gollum: [Nodding warily]: Yes.
- Frodo: You've been there before?
- Gollum: [Nodding again]: Yes.
- Frodo: [Taking the rope off Gollum]: You will lead us to the Black Gate.
- [Gollum looks up at Frodo in wonder, amazed to have been showed such kindness and trust. He scrambles off quickly,
the Hobbits hurrying on after him.]
- [The Uruk-hai carry Merry and Pippin over the fields Rohan.]
- Pippin: Merry! Merry!
- [We see that Merry is unconscious, with large, nasty gash about his right brow.]
- [Suddenly, a Uruk-hai raises his hand, signaling for the group to stop.]
- Uglúk: What is it? What do you smell?
- Maúhur: Man-flesh.
- Pippin: [To himself]: Aragorn!
- Uglúk: They've picked up our trail! Let's go!
- [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. The Uruks don't notice the brooch, but some trample it, setting it more firmly into the
Aragorn: Their pace quickens. They must have caught our scent. Hurry!
Legolas: Come on Gimli!
Gimli: Three day's and night's pursuit.. no food... no rest... and no sign of our quarry but what bare rock can tell.
[The Three Hunters run across rocks and plains, with Aragorn in the lead, and Legolas and Gimli trailing behind. Aragorn
suddenly bends down to pick up an Elven brooch from the ground.]
Aragorn: Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall.
Legolas: They may yet be alive.
Aragorn: Less than a day ahead of us, come!
Legolas: Come Gimli! We are gaining on them.
Gimli: I'm wasted on cross-country. We dwarves are natural sprinters. Very dangerous we are over short distances.
[Camera pans over the Orcs running across the plains, and then swings to the Three Hunters giving chase. The trackers
come over a hill and pause as they gaze across the plains below.]
Aragorn: Rohan, home of the horse-lords. There's something strange at work here. Some evil gives speed to these creatures.
Sets it's will against us. Legolas! What does your elf eyes see?
Legolas: The Uruks turn Northeast. They are taking the hobbits to Isengard!
- [Aragorn is lying with his eyes closed and ear pressed to the ground, listening for the sound of footsteps.]
Saruman: The world is changing. Who now has the strength to stand against the armies of Isengard and Mordor. To stand
against the might of Sauron and Saruman and the union of the two towers. Together, Lord Sauron, we shall rule this Middle-Earth.
[The caverns of Isengard glow with the fires of industry, sounds of hammering fill the air and molten iron is poured into
Saruman: (Voiceover) The old world will burn in the fires of industry. Forests will fall. A new order will rise.
We will drive the machinery of war with the sword and the spear and the iron fist of the Orcs. We now have only to remove
those who oppose us.
[Saruman stands in the midst of a gathering of Wildmen, who are holding torches and crude weapons.]
Saruman: The horsemen have taken your lands. They drove your people into the hills to scratch the living of rocks.
Saruman: Take back the lands they stole from you. Burn every village! It will begin in the Rohan. Too long have these
peasants stood against you. But no more.
- [The tower of Orthanc stands amidst the smoking caverns of Isengard. Saruman stands in his chamber, communicating with
the Dark Lord through the Palantir.]
Mother: Eothain, take your sister. You'll go faster with just two.
Freya: But Papa says Eothain must not ride. He's too big for him!
Mother: Listen to me! You must ride to Edoras and raise the alarm. Do you understand me?
- [The wildmen and Orcs attack a village. A woman with her hand on a horse calls out to her children.]
Eothain: Yes mum.
I don't wanna go! I don't wanna go!
Mother: Listen to me. I will find you there.
[Screams are increasing in volume as the army draws closer.]
Mother: Quickly! Go, child! [To herself]: Oh, child.
[The army slaughters at will and sets fire to the village. Eothain and Freya weep as they look back from a distance.]
Saruman: (V.O.) Rohan, my lord, is ready to fall.
[Théodred seems to hear her call but is unable to respond. He has a bloody gash on the side of his head. Èomer nods to
Èowyn in the direction of Théodred’s torso. Èowyn draws back the covers and upon seeing Théodred’S fatal wound,
her lips tighten and her eyes close. She looks up to catch Èomer’s eye.]
[Èomer and Èowyn are speaking to King Théoden who sits motionless on his throne, wizened and aged beyond his years.]
Èowyn: [To Théoden]: Your son is badly wounded, my lord.
Èomer: He was ambushed by Orcs. If we don't defend our country, Saruman will take it by force.
Grima: That is a lie! Saruman the White has ever been our friend and ally.
Théoden: [Mumbling]: Grima... Grima
Èomer: Orcs are roaming freely across our lands. Unchecked, unchallenged, killing at will. Orcs bearing the white hand
[Èomer drops a helmet onto the ground, which topples over to reveal the white hand of Saruman.]
Grima: Why do you lay these troubles on an already troubled mind? Can you not see? Your uncle is weary of your malcontent,
Èomer: Warmongering? (pushes Grima roughly up against the wall, holding his throat) How long has it been since
Saruman bought you? What was the promised price, Grima? When all the men are dead you would take a share of the treasure?
[Èomer watches Grima, whose eyes fall on Èowyn's figure in the background.] Too long have you watched my sister,
too long have you haunted her steps.
Grima: (smiles cruelly as soldiers appear behind Èomer) You see much, Èomer son of Èomund.
Too much. You are banished forthwith from the kingdom of Rohan, under pain of death.
- A group of horsemen ride to Edoras. Èomer is in the lead, carrying a gravely wounded Théodred in front of him. Èowyn runs
hastily up the stairs to the Golden Hall and enters a bedchamber. She runs to the bed.]
Gimli: Keep breathing, that's the key! Breathe! Ho!
Legolas: They run as if the very whips of their masters were behind them.
- [The Uruk-hai and Orcs continue to march across the plains with their hobbit captives. Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli are
Baglor: We ain't goin' no further till we've 'ad a breather.
Uglúk: Get the fire going!
Pippin: Merry! Merry!
Merry: I think, we might have made a mistake leaving the Shire, Pippin.
[A rumbling sound is heard.]
Pippin: What's making that noise?
Merry: It's the trees.
Merry: You remember the Old Forest? On the borders of Buckland? Folks used to say that there was something in the water
that made the trees tall, and come alive.
Merry: Trees that could whisper, talk to each other, even move.
Baglor: I'm starving. We ain't 'ad nothin' but maggoty bread for three stinkin' days!
Roc: Yeah! Why can't we have some meat? [Looking at the hobbits]: What about them? They're fresh!
Uglúk: They are not for eating!
Grishnákh: What about their legs? They don't need those. Ooh! They look tasty!
Uglúk: Get back!
Roc: Just a mouthful?
[Uglúk kills Roc.]
Uglúk: Looks like meat's back on the menu boys!
[The Uruk-hai and Orcs cheer and started tearing into Roc, intestines flying, taking their eyes off the hobbits for a
Merry: Pippin, let's go!
[Their hands still bound, the hobbits try to crawl away. Suddenly a foot comes down onto Pippin and flips him over.]
Grishnákh: Go on, call for help. Squeal! No one's gonna save you now!
[Suddenly, hits Grishnákh. Mayhem ensues as Riders of Rohan burst out from their hiding places and ambush the Orcs.]
[The hobbits try to escape from the pandemonium to the forest, dodging bodies and stomping feet. Suddenly Pippin turns
and looks up at a pair of thrashing hooves bearing down on him.]
[The Three Hunters are still chasing after the Uruk-Hai. Dawn has broken.]
Legolas: A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night.
[The sound of horses comes to their ears. Aragorn quickly gets them to 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 Èomer at the lead, the riders make a quick turn and head towards them, surrounding them in an ever-tightening
circle. As they stop, they point their long spears menacingly at them.]
Èomer: 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.
Èomer: (dismounts) 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 Èomer.]
Legolas: You would die before your stroke fell!
[The riders all point their spears closer to the travelers. Aragorn pushes down Legolas’ arm.]
Aragorn: I'm Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Gloin, and Legolas, from the Woodland realm. We are friends
of Rohan and of Théoden, its King.
Èomer: Théoden no longer recognizes friend from foe. [He takes helmet off.] Not even his own kin. [The spears
are withdrawn.] Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king and claim lordship over this land. 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 band of Uruk-Hai westward across the plains. They have taken two of our friends
Èomer: The Uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them during the night.
Gimli: [Distraught, despairingly]: But there were two Hobbits, do you see two Hobbits with them?
Aragorn: They would be small, only children to your eyes.
Èomer: We left none alive. We piled the carcasses and burned them. [He points off in the distance, where we see the
Uruk-hai pile, still smoking.]
Gimli: [Disbelievingly]: They are dead?
Èomer: [He pauses briefly - then nods.] FI am sorry. Hasufel! Arod! [Two riderless horses come forth.] May
these horses bear you to better fortune than the former masters. Farewell. Look for your friends, but do not trust to hope.
It has forsaken these lands. [To the riders]: We ride north!
- [They continue running over vast distances. The Uruk-hai and Orcs halt at nightfall, many panting.]
- [Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli ride towards the burning carcasses, and Gimli starts to shift through the smoldering pile,
from which he retrieves a charred belt and dagger sheath.]
- Gimli: [Sadly]: It’s one of their little belts.
- Legolas: [With closed eyes]: Hiro hyn hîdh ab 'wanath. [Translation: "May they find peace after death."]
- Aragorn: AAAHHH!!! [He kicks the Orc pile.]
- Gimli: [In disbelief]: We failed them.
- [Aragorn away, off to the side, but as he does so, something catches his eye.]
- 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
- Aragorn: They crawled.
- [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 an upturned blade.]
- Aragorn: Their bonds were cut. They ran over here and 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! Run!
- [Pippin undoes his belt and Grishnákh is left holding the belt and the hobbits run off.]
- Aragorn: (following the tracks) Tracks lead away from the battle, into... Fangorn Forest.
- Gimli: Fangorn! What madness drew them there?
Pippin: Did we lose him? I think we lost him.
[Suddenly, Grishnákh bursts through the branches, brandishing a blade.]
Grishnákh: I'm gonna rip off both your little heads! Come here!
Merry: Trees! Climb a tree! [Pippin and Merry each scramble up a tree.] He's gone.
[Suddenly, Merry is pulled by his legs and falls to the ground. Grishnákh leans over him with his menacing blade.]
[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
[Pippin loses his grip in fright and falls. The tree catches him.]
Grishnákh: [To Merry]: Let’s put a maggot-hole in your belly.
[Suddenly Grishnákh senses something behind him and as he looks up, the tree squashes him.]
Pippin: Run, Merry!
[The Tree scoops up Merry.]
Treebeard: Little Orcs! BOO-RA-ROOM
Pippin: It's talking Merry. The tree is talking.
Treebeard: Tree? I am no tree! I am an Ent.
Merry: Treeherder! 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 is on my side, little Orc. Nobody cares for the woods anymore.
Merry: We are not Orcs. We are Hobbits!
Treebeard: Hobbits? Never heard of a Hobbit before. Sounds like Orc mischief to me. They come with fire, they come with
axes. Biting, breaking, hacking, burning. Destroyers and usurpers. Curse them!
Merry: No! You don't understand. We are Hobbits, halflings. Shirefolk!
Treebeard: Maybe you are, and maybe you aren't. The White Wizard will know.
Pippin: White Wizard?
[Treebeard drops Merry and Pippin on the ground and the Hobbits look up in wonder at the White Wizard.]
Frodo and Sam follow Gollum to the end of the rocky terrain. Gollum looks back.]
Gollum: See, see, we have led you out! Hurry, hurry! Very lucky we find you. Nice hobbit.
Sam: Whoa! It's a bog! He's led us into a swamp!
Gollum: Swamp, yes. Come master. We will take you to safe paths, through the mist. Come Hobbits, come. We move quickly.
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 quickly.
Sam: There are dead things! Dead faces in the water!
Gollum: All dead. All rotten. Elves and men and Orcs. A great battle long ago. The Dead Marshes. Yes, yes! That is the
name. This way. Don't follow the lights.
Gollum: Careful now! Or hobbits go down to join the dead ones, and light little candles of their own.
[Frodo stares, as if in a trance, at the lights in the water and movede towards it. He falls face-down into the water.]
[Frodo sees many faces of the dead in the water. Their hands reach for him, seeking to draw him into their realm. Suddenly
he is grabbed from behind and pulled ashore, by Gollum]
Gollum: Don't follow the lights!
Sam: Frodo! are you alright?
- [The hobbits are in Fangorn Forest.]
Gollum: So bright, so beautiful. Ah precious.
Frodo: What did you say?
Gollum: Master should be resting. Master need to keep up his strength.
Frodo: Who are you?
Gollum: Mustn't ask us it's name, not his business. Gollum, Gollum.
Frodo: Gandalf told me you were one of the River Folk.
Gollum: Cold be heart and rock and bone. And call every traveler far from home.
Frodo: He said your life was a sad story.
Gollum: They do not see what lies ahead when sun has faded and moon is dead.
Frodo: You were not so different from a Hobbit once were you... Sméagol?
Gollum: [Turning around]: What did you call me?
Frodo: That was your name once, wasn't it? A long time ago.
Gollum: My... My name... Sméagol. Ahh!
Sam: Black Riders!
Gollum: Hide! Hide!
[Frodo feels a sharp pain in his shoulder.]
Sam: C'mon Frodo, C'mon!
Gollum: They will see us! They will see us. Wraiths! Wraiths on wings!
Sam: I thought they were dead!
Gollum: Dead? No, you cannot kill them. No. [Ringwraith Screeches] They are calling for the precious.
They are calling for the preciousssss.
[Frodo reaches for the Ring. Sam holds Frodo's hand.]
Sam: It's alright.
[The Ringwraith circles overhead and flies off into the distance.]
Gollum: Hurry, hobbits. The Black Gate is very close.
- Nightfall: Sam is asleep but Frodo is still awake. He holds the Ring in the palm of his hand, staring at it and stroking
it. Suddenly he hears a voice.]
Meanwhile, Aragorn and company go into Fangorn Forest to look for Merry and Pippin.]
- Gimli: Orc blood!
- Aragorn: These are strange tracks.
- Gimli: The air is so close here.
- Legolas: This forest is old. Very old. Full of memories...and anger. The trees are speaking to each other.
- Aragorn: Gimli!
- Gimli: Huh?
- Aragorn: Lower your axe.
- Gimli: Oh!
- Legolas: Aragorn, nad no ennas! [Translation: "Something is out there!"]
- Aragorn: Man cenich? [Translation: "What do you see?"]
- Legolas: The White Wizard approaches.
- Aragorn: Do not let him speak. He will out a spell on us! We must be quick.
- [With a yell, the three swing round to attack in accord. They are suddenly blinded by a bright light emanating from the
White Wizard. Gimli’s axe and Legolas’ arrow are deflected. Aragorn's sword becomes to hot to hold.]
- Wizard: You are tracking the footsteps of two young hobbits
- Aragorn: Where are they?
- 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 light dims, revealing Gandalf, dressed in white.]
- Aragorn: It cannot be! You fell!
- Gandalf: Through fire and water.
- [Flashback: Gandalf is battling the Balrog on a peak.] Gandalf: (V.O.) From the lowest dungeon
to the highest peak, I fought him, 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: (V.O.) Until at
last, I threw down my enemy and smote his ruin upon the mountainside. Darkness took me. And I strayed out of thought and time.
Stars wheeled overhead and each day was as long as a life age of the earth. But it was not the end. I felt life in me again.
I've been sent back until my task is done.
- [End Flashback.]
- Aragorn: Gandalf.
- Gandalf: Gandalf? Oh yes. That's what they used to call me. Gandalf the Grey. That was my name.
- Gimli: Gandalf!
- Gandalf: I am Gandalf the White now. And I come back to you now at the turn of the tide.[They start to walk through
the forest, with Gandalf leading the way.] One stage of the 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.
- Gandalf: Shadowfax. He's the lord of all horses and he's been my friend through many dangers.
- [The four ride off.]
Treebeard: My home. I sleep in the forest here. The roots of the mountains. I told Gandalf I would keep you safe and safe
is where I'll keep you. The trees have gone wild and dangerous. Anger is in their hearts. They will harm you if they can.
There are too few of us now. Too few of us that are left to manage them.
[Frodo and Sam are led to the edge of a cliff.]
Gollum: The Black Gate of Mordor.
Sam: My old Gaffer would have a thing or two to say if he saw this.
Gollum: Master says show him the way into Mordor so good Sméagol does what master says so.
Frodo: I did.
[Orcs are patrolling the Black Gate.]
Sam: We cannot get past them.
[A command is heard and an Orc sounds a horn. Two enormous cave trolls stretch and growl and then pull the mighty
Sam: Look! The gate, it's opening! I can see a way down.
[Sam 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 and investigate. Frodo reaches Sam who is stuck.
As the Easterlings move closer and closer, Frodo throws his elvish cloak over himself and Sam. The soldiers can't see them
Frodo: I do not ask you to come with me, Sam.
Sam: I know, Mr. Frodo. I doubt these elvish cloaks will help us in there.
Gollum: No! No! No master! They catch you! They catch you. Don't take it to Him. He wants the precioussss. Always he's
looking for it. And the preciousss is wanting to go back to him, but we musn't let him have it.
[Frodo tries to go, but Gollum won't let him.]
Gollum: No! There is another way. More secret, and dark way.
Sam: Why haven't you spoke of this before?!
Gollum: Because master did not ask!
Sam: He is up to something.
Frodo: Are you saying that there is another way to Mordor?
Gollum: Yes. There is a path, and some stairs and then a tunnel.
Frodo: He has led us this far, Sam.
Sam: Mr. Frodo, no!
Frodo: He's been true to his word.
Frodo: Lead the way, Sméagol.
Gollum: Good Sméagol always help.
Gandalf, Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas approach a Kingdom.]
Gandalf: Edoras and the Golden Hall of Meduseld, King of Rohan, whose mind is overthrown and Saruman's hold over King
Théoden is now very strong.
[Interior: Èowyn speaks to Théoden]
Èowyn: My lord, your son is dead. My lord? Uncle? Will you not go to him? Will you do nothing.
Gandalf: Be careful what you say. Do not look for welcome here.
[Èowyn mourns the loss of the kings' son in a separate chamber.]
Grima: Ohh he, he must have died sometime in the night. What a tragedy for the king to lose his only son and heir. I understand
his passing is hard to accept, especially now that your brother has deserted you.
Èowyn: Leave me alone, you snake!
Grima: Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness, the bitter watches of the night. When all
your life seems to shrink. The walls of your bower closing in about you. So fair, so cold, like a morning pale spring still
clinging to winter's chill.
Èowyn: Your words are poison.
[Èowyn exits. Gandalf, Gimli, Aragorn, and Legolas approach.]
Gimli: You'll find more cheer in a graveyard.
Hama: I cannot allow you before Théoden-king so armed, Gandalf Grayhame. By order of Grima Wormtongue.
[Gandalf nods, gesturing to the others to give up their weapons. Aragorn hands over his sword, then pulls out a knife
from his clothing, handing that over, too. Legolas hands over his knives and bow, and, rather reluctantly, Gimli hands over
his axe. With this done, they make their way to the entrance.]
Hama: [Gesturing to Gandalf]: Your staff.
Gandalf: Hmm? [He glances at his staff.] [Innocently]: Oh. No, you would not part an old man from his - walking
[Hama nods, and gestures that they follow him into the hall. Gandalf winks at Aragorn, and they make their way into the
Grima: My Lord. Gandalf the Grey is coming. A herald of woe.
Gandalf: The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, Théoden-King.
Grima: He is not welcome.
Théoden: Why should I welcome you, Gandalf - Stormcrow?
Grima: [In Theoden's ear]: A just question, my liege. [Loudly, so all can hear]: Late is the hour in
which this conjurer chooses to appear. Lathspell spell I name him. Ill news is an ill guest.
Gandalf: Silence! Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked
words with a witless worm!
Grima: Your staff... [Slowly yet impatiently, to the guards]: I told you to take the wizard's staff!
Gandalf: Théoden, Son of Thengel. Too long have you sat in shadows.
Gimli: [To Grima]: I would stay still if I were you.
Gandalf: I will release you from the spell.
Théoden: Hahaha! You have no powers here Gandalf the Grey. Haha! Ah!!
Gandalf: I shall draw you, Saruman, as poison is drawn from a wound.
[Èowyn rushes in, tries to go to Théoden, but Aragorn stops her.]
Théoden: [in Saruman's voice] If I go, Théoden dies.
Gandalf: You did not kill me you will not kill him.
Théoden: [in Saruman's voice] Rohan is mine!
Gandalf: Be gone!
[Saruman's spell is broken. Théoden's face begins to change, into a much younger-looking man. Èowyn rushes up to him.]
Théoden: I know your face. Èowyn... Èowyn.
Gandalf: Breathe the free air again, my friend.
Théoden: Dark my dreams have been of late.
Gandalf: Your fingers would remember their old strength better... if they grasped your sword.
[Hama runs up with his sword. Théoden draws it out, then his gaze turns to Grima. The guards throws Grima out of the hall
and down the stairs.]
Grima: Ah! I've only ever served you my lord
Théoden: Your witchcraft would have had me crawling on all fours like a beast!
Grima: Send me not from your side!
[Théoden raises sword to kill Grima but Aragorn stops him.]
Aragorn: No my lord! Let him go. Enough blood has been spilled on his account.
Grima: Get out of my way!
Aragorn: Hail, Théoden, King!
Théoden: Where is Théodred? Where is my son?
[Théoden visits his Théodred's grave.]
Théoden: Simbelmyne. Ever has it grown on the tombs of my forebears. Now it shall cover the grave of my son. Alas, that
these evil days shall 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.
Gandalf: He was strong in life. His spirits will find his way to the halls of your fathers.
[Eothain and Freya appear on the hill on horseback. Eothain falls off the horse.]
- [Treebeard walks through the forest, carrying Merry and Pippin.]
Èowyn: They had no warning. They were unarmed. Now the wildmen are moving through westfold, burning as they go, every
rick and cot.
Freya Where's momma?
Gandalf: This is but a taste of the terror that Saruman will unleash. All the more potent for he is driven mad by the
fear of Sauron. Ride out and meet him head on. Draw him away from the women and children. You must fight.
Aragorn: You have 2000 good men riding north as we speak. Èomer is loyal to you. His men will return and fight for their
Théoden: They will be three hundred leagues from here by now. Èomer cannot help us. I know what is that you want of me.
But I would not bring further death to my people. I will not risk open war.
Aragorn: Open war is upon you, whether would risk it or not.
Théoden: When last I looked, Théoden, not Aragorn, was king of Rohan.
Gandalf: Then what is the king's decision?
[Cut to Exterior: Hama shouts to the people of Rohan.]
Hama By order of the king, The city must empty. We make for the refuge of Helm's Deep. Do not burden yourself with treasures.
Take only what provisions you need.
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 is only doing what he thinks is best for his people. Helm's Deep has saved them in the past.
Gandalf: There is no way out of that of ravine. Théoden is walking into a trap. He thinks he is leading them to safety
but what he'll get is a massacre. Théoden has a strong hold but I fear for him. I fear for the survival of Rohan. He will
need you before the end there, Aragorn. The people of Rohan will need you. The defenses have to hold.
Aragorn: They will hold.
Gandalf: The Grey Pilgrim. That is what they used to call me. Three hundred lives of men have walked this earth and now,
I have no time. Good luck. My search will not be in vain. Look to my coming. At first light of the fifth day at dawn, look
to the East.
[Gandalf exits on Shadowfax.]
- Inside the Golden Hall, the two children eat under the care of Èowyn.]
Aragorn: You have some skill with a blade.
Èowyn: Women of this country learned long ago that those without swords may still die upon them. I fear neither death
Aragorn: What do you fear my lady?
Èowyn: A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them. And all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or
Aragorn: You are a daughter of kings. A shieldmaiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate.
- [Èowyn opens a chest to reveal a sword. She swings it around and is parried by Aragorn.]
Grima: Théoden will not stay at Edoras. It is 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. It will be slow. They
will have women and children with them.
[Saruman walks through the depths of Isengard. He approaches an Orc.]
Saruman: Send out your warg riders.
[Gollum is still leading Sam and Frodo.]
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. 'Cause 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: You have no idea what it did to him. What is still doing to him. I want to help him Sam.
Frodo: Because I have to believe he could come back.
Sam: You can't save him, Mr. Frodo.
Frodo: What do you know about it? Nothing! I'm sorry Sam. I don't know why I said that.
Sam: 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 taking
a hold of you Mr Frodo. You have to fight it.
Frodo: I know what I have to do Sam. The Ring was entrusted to me. It's my task! Mine! My own!
Sam: Can't you hear yourself? Don't you know who you sound like?
[Gollum is off by himself at night.]
Gollum: We wants it, we needs it. Must have the Preciousss. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy,
Sméagol: "No! No! Master!"
Gollum: Yess. Preciousss first. They will cheat you, hurt you, lie!
Sméagol: Master's my friend.
Gollum: You don't have any friends. Nobody likes you.
Sméagol: Not listening. Not listening.
Gollum: You’re a liar, and a thief.
Sméagol: Go away.
Gollum: Go away?! Ahahhaa!
Sméagol: I hate you, I hate you.
Gollum: Where would you be without me? Gollum. Gollum. I saved us. It was me. We survived because of me.
Sméagol: Not anymore.
Gollum: What did you say?
Sméagol: Master looks after us now. We don't need you.
Sméagol: Leave now and never come back.
Sméagol: Leave now and never come back!
Sméagol: LEAVE NOW AND NEVER COME BACK![Silence] We told him to go away! And away he goes, preciousss. Gone,
gone, gone, Sméagol is free!
[The next day Sméagol comes back with two rabbits and puts them to Frodo's lap.]
Sméagol: Look! Look! See what Sméagol finds! Ehehe! Hohohhooo! They are young! They are tender and nice. Yes they are!
Eat them. Eat them.
Sam: Make him sick you will, behaving like that. There's only one way to eat a brace of coneys.
[Sam cooks the rabbits in a pot.]
Sméagol: Argh!! What’s he doing! Stupid fat hobbit. You ruins it!
Sam: What’s to ruin? There's hardly any meat on them. What we need it a few good taters.
Sméagol: What's taters? Preciousss, what's taters? Huh?
Po-ta-toes!! Boil them, mash them, stick them in a stew. Lovely big golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish.
Sam: Even you couldn't say no to that.
Sméagol: Oh yes we could. Ssspoiling nice fish! Give it to ussss raw. and wwwriggling. You keep nasty chips!
Sam: You're hopeless. Mr Frodo?
[Frodo sees an army of the Easterling soldiers marching nearby.]
Sam: Who are they?
Sméagol: 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. It will soon be ready.
Sam: Ready to do what?
Sméagol: To make His war. The last war that will cover all the world in shadow.
Frodo: We've got to keep moving. C'mon Sam.
Sam: Mr. Frodo! Look! It's an Oliphaunt! No one at home will believe this.
[Sméagol sneaks away.]
[Chaos breaks out when the Easterlings are attacked from the bushes.]
- [Meanwhile, at Isengard:]