Frodo: This is sting. You've seen it before, haven't you?
Gollum: We swears to serve the master of the preciousss. We swears on the... on the precious.
Maúhur: What is it? What do you smell?
Ugluk: Man flesh.
Aragorn: Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall.
Legolas: They may yet be alive.
Gimli: I am wasted on cross-country! We dwarves are natural sprinters! Very dangerous over short distances!
Aragorn: Legolas, what do your Elf eyes see?
Legolas: The Uruks have turned northeast. They’re taking the hobbits to Isengard!
Saruman:*voice over* The world is changing. Who now has the strength to stand against the armies of Isengard and Mordor? To stand against the might of Sauron and Saruman and the union of the two towers? Together, my lord Sauron, we shall rule this Middle-earth. The old world will burn in the fires of industry. Forests will fall. A new order will rise. We will drive the machine of war with the sword and the spear and the iron fist of the orc. We have only to remove those who oppose us.
Grima: Why do you lay these troubles on an already troubled mind. Can you not see? Your uncle is wearied by your malcontent, your war-mongering.
Eomer: War-mongering? *takes him by his clothes* How long is it since Saruman bought you? What was the promised price, Grima? When all the men are dead you will take your share of the treasure? *Grima looks over at Eowyn, Eomer looks over as well* Too long have you watched my sister, too long have you haunted her steps.
Grima: You see much Eomer, Son of Eomund. Too much. You are banished forthwith from the kingdom of Rohan. Under pain of death!
Merry: I think... we might have made a mistake leaving the Shire, Pippin.
Pippin: What’s making that noise?
Merry: It’s the trees.
Pippin: What?
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.
Pippin: Alive?
Merry: Trees that could whisper. Talk to each other. Even move.
Uglúk: They are not for eating!
Grishnakh: What about their legs? They don't need those. Ooh… They look tasty!
Uglúk: Looks like meat’s back on the menu, boys!!
Legolas: A red sun rises...blood has been spilled this night.
Eomer: 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.
Eomer: I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground.
Legolas: You would die before your stroke fell!
Aragorn: *pushes Legolas’ arm down* I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Gloin and Legolas of the Woodland realm. We are friends of Rohan and of Theoden, your king.
Eomer: Theoden no longer recognizes friend from foe. *takes helmet off* Not even his own kin. Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king and claim lordship over his 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.
Eomer: The Uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them during the night.
Gimli: But there were two hobbits? Did you see two hobbits with them?
Aragorn: They would be small – only children to your eyes.
Eomer: We left none alive. We piled the carcasses and burned them.
Gimli: Dead?
Eomer: I am sorry. Hasufel! Arod! May these horses bear you to better fortune than their former masters. Farewell. Look for your friends. But do not trust to hope, it has forsaken these lands.
Pippin: It’s talking, Merry. The tree is talking!
Gollum: Nice hobbit.
Gollum: Orcs don't use it. Orcs don't know it. They go round for miles and miles.
Gollum : All dead. All rotten. Elves and men and orcses. A great battle long ago. The Dead Marshes. Yes, yes that is the name. This way. Don’t follow the lights.
Gollum: Master should be resting. Master needs to keep up his strength.
Frodo: 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 from home.
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 you... Smeagol?
Gollum: What did you call me?
Frodo: That was your name once, wasn’t it? A long time ago.
Gollum: My... My name... S... S...Smeagol…
Sam: I thought they were dead!
Gollum: Dead? No, you cannot kill them. No.
Gollum: They are calling for it. They are calling for the preciousss.
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 showing Gandalf* It cannot be. You fell.
Gandalf: Through fire and water. *flashback* From the lowest dungeon to the highest peak, I fought him, the Balrog of Morgoth. Until at last, I threw down my enemy and smote his ruin upon the mountainside. Darkness took me. And I strayed out of thought and time. Stars wheeled overhead and everyday 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.
Aragorn: Gandalf!
Gandalf: Gandalf? Yes... That's what they used to call me. Gandalf the Grey. That was my name.
Gimli: Gandalf!
Gandalf: I am Gandalf the White. *Aragorn grins* And I come back to you now at the turn of the tide.
Gollum: 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.
Gimli: You'll find more cheer in a graveyard.
Grima: Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear. Lathspell spell I name him. Ill news is an ill guest.
Gandalf: This is but a taste of the terror that Saruman will unleash. All the more potent for he is driven mad by fear of Sauron. Ride out and meet him head on. Draw him away from your women and children. You must fight.
Aragorn: You have two thousand good men riding north as we speak. Eomer is loyal to you. His men will return and fight for their king.
Theoden: They will be three hundred leagues from here by now. Eomer 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 war.
Aragorn: Open war is upon you. Whether you would risk it or not.
Theoden: When last I looked, Theoden, not Aragorn, was king of Rohan.
Hama: 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.
Eowyn: Women of this country learned long ago that those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain.
Aragorn: What do you fear, my lady?
Eowyn: A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.
Sam: Hey Stinker! Don’t go getting too far ahead!
Frodo: Why do you do that?
Sam: What?
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: You have no idea what it did to him. What it’s still doing to him. I want to help him, Sam..
Sam: Why?
Frodo: Because I have to believe he can 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: We wants it. We needs it. Must have the precioussss. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitsesss. Wicked, trickssssy, falssse!
Smeagol: No! Not Master.
Gollum: Yes, precious. False. They will cheat you, hurt you, lie.
Smeagol: Master’s my friend.
Gollum: You don’t have any friends. Nobody likes YOU...
Smeagol: *Covers his ears* I’m not listening. I’m not listening.
Gollum: You’re a liar and a thief.
Smeagol: *shakes head* Nope.
Gollum: Mur…derer…!
Smeagol: Go away.
Gollum: Go away! HAHAHAHA!!
Smeagol: 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.
Smeagol: Not anymore.
Gollum: What did you say?
Smeagol: Master looks after us now. We don’t need you.
Gollum: What?
Smeagol: Leave now and never come back.
Gollum: No!!
Smeagol: Leave now and never come back!
Gollum: Arrrgh!!!
Smeagol: LEAVE. NOW. AND. NEVER. COME. BACK! *looks around*: We... we told him to go away! And away he goes, preciousss. *hops around in joy and does a little dance* Gone, gone, gone! Smeagol is free!
Smeagol: Argh!! What’s he doing! Stupid fat hobbit! You ruins it!
Sam: What’s to ruin? There’s hardly any meat on ‘em. 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....
Smeagol: *sticks his tongue out* Pbbbttt!!
Sam: Even you couldn’t say no to that.
Smeagol: Oh yes we could! Spoiling nice fish... Give it to usss rrraw... and wrrriggling! You keep nasty chips.
Sam: You’re hopeless.
Aragorn: It's the beard. *Gimli talking to Eowyn about woman dwarfs*
Gimli: *fell off the horse* It’s alright, it’s alright. Nobody panic. That was deliberate. It was deliberate.
Arwen: 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: I am asleep. This is a dream.
Arwen: Then it is a good dream. Sleep…
Aragorn: Min lû pennich nin i aur hen telitha. (You told me once that this day would come.)
Arwen: 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: 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.)
Aragorn: Arwen…
Arwen: Ae ú-esteliach nad... estelio han. Estelio ammen. (If you trust nothing else... trust this. Trust us.)
*end flashback. Next day*
Eowyn: Where is she? The woman who gave you that jewel.
*flashback*
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: Idhren emmen menna gui ethwel. Hae o auth a nîr a naeth. (You have a chance for another life. Away from war... grief... despair.)
Arwen: Why are you saying this?
Aragorn: I am mortal; you are Elfkind. It was a dream, Arwen, nothing more. This belongs to you.
Arwen: It was a gift. Keep it.
*end flashback*
Eowyn: My lord?
Aragorn: She is sailing to the Undying Lands, with all that is left of her kin.
Theoden: What is it? What do you see?
Aragorn: Orcs! We're under attack.
Theoden: You must take the people to Helm's Deep.
Eowyn: I can fight.
Theoden: No. You must do this. For me.
Gimli: Tell me what happened and I will ease your passing.
Sharku: He’s dead. He took a little tumble off the cliff.
Legolas: *takes a hold of Sharku* You lie!
Saruman: A new power is rising. Its victory is at hand!
Saruman: There will be no dawn for Men.
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: If Aragorn survives this war, you will still be parted. If Sauron is defeated, and Aragorn made king and all that you hope for comes true, you will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality. Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Aragorn will die. And there will be no comfort for you. No comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death, an image of the splendor of the kings of men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, my daughter, you will linger on in darkness and in doubt. As nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Here you will dwell, bound to your grief, under the fading trees, until all the world has changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent. Arwen... there is nothing for you here, only death. A im, ú-'erin veleth lîn? (Do I not also have your love?)
Arwen: Gerich meleth nîn, ada. (You have my love, father)
Galadriel: The power of the enemy is growing. Sauron will use his puppet Saruman to destroy the people of Rohan. Isengard has been unleashed. The eye of Sauron now turns to Gondor, the last free kingdom of men. His war on this country will come swiftly. He senses the Ring is close. The strength of the Ringbearer is failing. In his heart, Frodo begins to understand. The quest will claim his life. You know this. You have foreseen it. It is the risk we all took. In the gathering dark, the will of the Ring grows strong. It works hard now to find its way back into the hands of men. Men, who are so easily seduced by its power. The young captain of Gondor has but to extend his hands, take the Ring for his own and the world will fall. It is close now, so close to achieving its goal. For Sauron will have dominion of all life on this Earth, even until the ending of the world. The time of the Elves is over. Do we leave Middle-earth to its fate? Do we let them stand alone?
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? *pause* Speak.
Frodo: We are hobbits of the Shire. Frodo Baggins is my name and this is Samwise Gamgee.
Faramir: Your bodyguard?
Sam: His gardener.
Gollum: *singing* The rock and pool is nice and cool, so juicy sweet! Our only wish to catch a fish, so juicy sweet!
Gollum: Smea…gol... Why do you cry, Smeagol?
Smeagol: *cries* Cruel men hurts us. Master trickst us.
Gollum: Of course he did. I told you he was tricksy. I told you he was false.
Smeagol: *cries* Master is our friend... our friend.
Gollum: Master betrayed us.
Smeagol: No, not it’s business. Leave us alone!
Gollum: Filthy little hobbites. They stole it from us.
Smeagol: No... No!
Faramir: What did they steal?
Gollum: *Turns to Faramir* Myyy… PRECIOUSSS!! Aaaarrrggghhh!!!
Faramir: So... this is the answer to all the riddles. Here in the wild I have you. Two haflings and a host of men at my call. The Ring of power within my grasp. A chance for Faramir, captain of Gondor, to show his quality.
Frodo: No!!
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 of fire.
Legolas: Le ab-dollen. (You’re late.) *looks Aragorn over* You look terrible.
Theoden: How many?
Aragorn: Ten thousand strong at least.
Theoden: Ten thousand?!
Aragorn: It is an army bred for a single purpose: to destroy the world of men. They will be here by nightfall.
Theoden: Let them come!
Theoden: They will break upon this fortress like water on rock. Saruman’s hordes will pillage and burn, we’ve seen it before. Crops can be resown; homes rebuilt. Within these walls, we will outlast them.
Aragorn: They do not come to destroy Rohan’s crops or villages. They come to destroy its people, down to the last child.
Theoden: 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.
Theoden: 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.
Theoden: Gondor? Where was Gondor when the Westfold fell? Where was Gondor when our enemies closed in around us? Where was Gon… – No, my lord Aragorn, we are alone. Get the women and children into the caves.
Aragorn: Farmers, 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. 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 of them!
Theoden: Who am I, Gamling?
Gamling: You are our king, sire.
Theoden: And do you trust your king?
Gamling: Your men, my lord, will follow you to whatever end.
Theoden: 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?
Gimli: *grumbles* You could have picked a better spot.
Gimli: What’s happening out there?
Legolas: Shall I describe it to you? Or would you like me to find you a box?
Theoden: So it begins.
Gimli: Legolas, two already!
Legolas: I’m on seventeen!
Treebeard: We have just agreed. *pause*
Merry: Yes?
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: And what about Saruman? Have you come to a decision about HIM?
Treebeard: 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. And we never say anything… unless it is worth taking a looong… time to say.
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?! 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.
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: 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. There won't be a Shire, Pippin.
Treebeard: And a little family of field mice that climb up sometimes and they tickle me awfully. They’re always trying to get somewhere – Oh!! Many of these trees were my friends. Creatures I had known from nut and acorn.
Pippin: I’m sorry, Treebeard.
Treebeard: They had voices of their own. Saruman! A wizard should know better! *lets out a roar* 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: Yes!
Treebeard: Hoorarooom... Come my friends. The Ents are going to war. It is likely that we go to our doom. The last march of the Ents!
Gimli: Oh come on. We can do it.
Aragorn: It's a long jump.
Gimli: *decides* Toss me.
Aragorn: What?
Gimli: I cannot jump the distance so you’re going to have to toss me. *holds hand up* Ah...don't tell the elf.
Aragorn: Not a word.
Sam: 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!
Frodo: They’re here. They’ve come.
Theoden: The fortress is taken. It is over.
Aragorn: You said this fortress would never fall while your men defend it! They still defend it! They have died defending it!
Aragorn: Is there no other way for the women and children to get out of the caves? 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.
Theoden: So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?
Aragorn: Ride out with me. Ride out and meet them.
Theoden: For death and glory.
Aragorn: For Rohan. For your people.
Gimli: The sun is rising.
*Aragorn looks out the window*
Gandalf: Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the east.
Gandalf: Theoden king stands alone.
Eomer: Not alone. Rohirrim!!
Sam: It’s me. It’s your Sam. Don’t you know your Sam?
Sam: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened?
Theoden: Victory! We have victory!
Sam: But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn’t. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding on to, Sam?
Sam: There’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.
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.
Sam: I wonder if we’ll ever be put into songs or tales.
Frodo: What?
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: You left out one of the chief characters – Samwise the Brave. I want to hear more about Sam. Frodo wouldn’t have got far without Sam.
Sam: Now Mr. Frodo, you shouldn’t make fun. I was being serious.
Frodo: So was I. *turns around and walks away*
Sam: Samwise the Brave.
Smeagol: Master... Master looks after us. Master wouldn’t hurt us.
Gollum: Master broke his promise.
Smeagol: Don’t ask Smeagol. Poor Smeagol.
Gollum: Master betrayed us! Wicked, tricksy, false. We ought to wring his filthy little neck. Kill him! Kill him! Kill them both. And then we take the precious and we be the master.
Smeagol: The fat hobbit, he knows. Eyes always watching.
Gollum: Then we stabs them out. Put out his eyeses and then make HIM crawl.
Smeagol: Yes! Yes! Yes!
Gollum: Kill them both.
Smeagol: Yes! No no! It’s too risky, it’s too risky.
Sam: Where is he? Where’s he gone? Hey Gollum, where are you?
Frodo: Smeagol?
Gollum: He called it. We could let HER do it.
Smeagol: Yes. She could do it.
Gollum: Yes, precious she could. And then we takes it once they’re dead.
Smeagol: Once they’re dead…
Gollum: Shhh…
Smeagol: Come on, hobbits. Long ways to go yet. Smeagol will show you the way.
Gollum: *low* Follow me.
