The Return of the King — Sketch Card Reveal
Part 1: The Finding of The One Ring – A Villain Revealed
Sméagol! I've got one! I've got a fish, Sméag!
Go on! Go on, pull it up!
Déagol?
Déagol! Déagol!
Give us that, Déagol, my love.
Why?
Because it's my birthday, and I wants it.
Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,
ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul!
My Precious!
They cursed us. Murderer, murderer they called us. They cursed us and drove us away!
Gollum! Gollum! Gollum!
And we wept, Precious. We wept to be so alone. (Fish, and we only wish, so juicy sweet.) And we forgot the taste of bread, the sound of trees, the softness of the wind.
We even forgot our own name. My Precious.
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up, sleepies! We must go, yes. We must go at once.
Haven't you had any sleep, Mister Frodo?
I've gone an' had too much. Must be getting late.
No. It isn't. It isn't midday yet. The days are growing darker.
Come on! Must go, no time!
Not before Mister Frodo's had something to eat.
No time to lose, silly!
Here.
What about you?
Oh no, I'm not hungry. Leastwise not for Lembas bread.
Sam.
All right, we don't have that much left. We have to be careful, or we're goin' to run out. You go ahead and eat that, Mister Frodo. I've rationed it.
There should be enough.
For what?
The journey home.
Come, hobbitses! Very close now. Very close to Mordor. No safe places here. Hurry!
It's good. Definately from the Shire.
Longbottom Leaf, eh?
I feel like I'm back at the Green Dragon…
Hmm, Green Dragon.
A mug of ale in my hand, putting my feet up on a settle after a hard day's work.
Only, you've never done a hard day's work.
Welcome, my Lords… to Isengard!
You young rascals! A merry chase you've led us on, and now we find you feasting and… and smoking!
We are sitting on the field of victory, enjoying a few well-earned comforts. The salted pork is particularly good.
Salted pork?
Hobbits.
We're under orders from Treebeard, who's taken over management of Isengard.
Young master Gandalf, I'm glad you've come. Wood and water, stock and stone I can master, but there's a Wizard to manage here, locked in his tower.
Show yourself.
Be careful; even in defeat Saruman is dangerous.
Then let's just have his head and be done with it.
No, we need him alive. We need him to talk.
You have fought many wars and slain many men Théoden king, and made peace afterwards.
"Can we not take council together, as we once did, my old friend? Can we not have peace, you and I?
We shall have peace.
We shall have peace… when you answer for the burning of the westfold, and the children that lie dead there. We shall have peace, when the lives of the soldiers, whose bodies were hewn even as they lay dead against the gates of the Hornburg, are avenged! When you hang from a gibbet for the sport of your own crows… we shall have peace.
Gibbets and crows? Dotard!
What do you want Gandalf Greyhame? Let me guess: the key of Orthanc, or perhaps the key of Barad-dûr itself, along with the crowns of the seven kings and the rods of the five wizards!
Your treachary has already cost many lives. Thousands more are now at risk, but you could save them Saruman. You were deep in the enemy's council.
So you have come here for information. I have some for you.
Something festers in the heart of Middle-Earth. Something that you have failed to see. But the Great Eye has seen it. Even now he presses his advantage. His attack will come soon.
You're all going to die.
But you know this don't you, Gandalf.
You cannot think that this Ranger will ever sit upon the throne of Gondor. This exile, crept from the shadows, will never be crowned king.
Gandlaf does not hesistate to sacrifice those closest to him, those he professes to love. Tell me… what words of confort did you give the halfling before you sent him to his doom?
The path that you have set him on can only lead to death.
I've heard enough. Shoot him. Stick an arrow in his gob.
No.
Come down Saruman, and your live will be spared.
Save your pity and your mercy; I have no use for it!
Saruman, your staff is broken.
Gríma, you need not follow him. You were not always as you are now. You were once a man of Rohan! Come down.
A man of Rohan? What is the house of Rohan but a thatched barn where brigands drink in the reek and rats roll on the floor with the dogs? Victory at helms deep does not belong to you, Théoden, horsemaster! You are a lesser son of greater sires.
Gríma, come down. Be free of him.
Free? He will never be free.
No.
Get down, cur!
Saruman, you were deep in the enemy's council. Tell us what you know.
You withdraw your guard, and I will tell you where you doom will be decided.
I will not be held prisoner here.
Send word to all our allies, and to every corner of Middle-Earth that still stands free. The enemy moves against us. We need to know where he will strike.
The filth of Saruman is washing away. Trees will come back to live here. Young trees, wild trees.
Pippin!
Bless my bark!
Peregrin Took, I'll take that, my lad. Quickly now!
Tonight we remember those who gave their blood to defend this country. Hail the victorious dead!
Hail!
No pauses, no spills.
And no regurgitation.
So it's a drinking game?
Aye, Last one standing wins.
What'll we drink to? Let's drink to victory! To victory!
Westu, Aragorn, hál. (Be-thou Aragorn well.)
I am happy for you. He is an honorable man.
You are both honorable men.
It was not Théoden of Rohan who led our people to victory.
Ah, don't listen to me. You are young and tonight is for you.
Here, here. It's the dwarves that go swimming with little hairy women.
I feel something. A slight tingling in my fingers. I think it's affecting me.
What did I say? He cant hold his liquor!
Game over.
Oh, you can search far and wide
You can drink the whole town dry
But you'll never find a beer so brown
is the one we drink in our home town.
You can keep your fancy ales.
You can drink em by the flagon
But the only brew for the brave and true…
Pippin!
But the only brew for the brave and true
Comes from the Green Dragon!
I win!
No news of Frodo?
No word. Nothing.
We have time. Every day Frodo moves closer to Mordor.
Do we know that?
What does your heart tell you?
That Frodo is alive. Yes. Yes, he is alive.
Too risky, Too risky. Thieves! They stole It from us. Kill them, kill them, kill them both!
Shhh! Quiet! Mustn't wake them! Mustn't ruin it now!
But they knows! They knows! They suspects us!
"What's it saying, my precious, my love? Is Sméagol losing his nerve?
No! Not! Never! Sméagol hates nasty hobbitses! Sméagol wants to see them… dead!
And we will. Sméagol did it once. He can do it again.
It's ours! Ours! We must get the Precious! We must get It back!
Patience! Patience, my love. First we must lead them to her.
We lead them to the winding stairs.
Yes, the stairs. And then?
Up, up, up, up the stairs we go. And then we come to the tunnel.
And when they go in, there's no coming out. She's always hungry. She always needs to feed.
She must eat. All she gets is filthy orcses.
And they doesn't taste very nice, does they, precious?
No, not very nice at all, my love. She hungers for sweeter meats. Hobbit meat. And when she throws away the bones and empty clothes, then we will find It!
And take it for me!
For us.
Yes, we meant, we meant for us.
Gollum! Gollum! The Precious will be ours once the hobbitses are dead.
You treacherous little thief!
Argh! No! Master!
No, Sam! Leave him alone!
I heard it from his own mouth! He means to murder us!
Never! Sméagol wouldn't hurt a fly! He's a hobbit, fat hobbit who hates Sméagol and who makes up nasty lies!
You miserable little maggot! I'll stave your head in!
Sam!
Called me a liar! You're a liar!
Ah!
We scare him off, we're lost!
I don't care! I can't do it, Mister Frodo! I won't wait around for him to kill us!
I'm not sending him away!
You don't see it, do you? He's a villain.
We can't do this by ourselves, Sam. Not without a guide. I need you on my side.
I am on your side, Mister Frodo.
I know, Sam. I know. Trust me. Come, Sméagol.
