Ugh!

Where are you off to? Sneaking off are we?

Sneaking? Sneaking! Fat hobbit is always so polite.

Sméagol shows them secret ways that nobody else could find and they say sneak. Sneak? Very nice friend. Oh yes, my precious, very nice, very…

All right! All right! You just startled me, that's all. What are you doing?

Sneaking.

Fine. Have it you own way.

I'm sorry to wake you, Mister Frodo. We have to be moving on.

It's dark still.

It's always dark here.

It's gone! The elven bread!

What? That's all we have left!

He took it! He must have!

Sméagol? No, no, no poor Sméagol. Sméagol hates nasty Elf bread.

You lying rat! What did you do with it!

He doesn't eat it. He can't have taken it!

Look, what's this?

Crumbs on his jacketses. He took it. He took it!

I've seen him. He is always stuffing his face when Master is not looking.

That's a filthy lie! You stinking filth face!

Sam! Stop it! No, Sam!

I'll kill him!

Sam! No!

Oh my! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it to go so far. I was just so, so angry. Here. You just… just rest a bit.

I'm all right.

No, no you're not all right. You're exhausted. It's that Gollum. It's this place. It's that thing around your neck.

I… could help a bit. I could carry it for a while…

… carry it for a while… I could carry it… carry it… share the load… the load.

Get away!

I don't want to keep it! I just want to help!

See? See! He wants it for himself.

Shut up you! Go away! Get out of here!

No Sam. It's you. I'm sorry, Sam.

But, he's a liar! He's poisoned you against me!

You can't help me anymore.

You don't mean that.

Go home.

Faramir, Faramir! Your father's will is turned to madness. Do not throw away your life so rashly.

Where does my allegiance lie if not here?

This is the city of the Men of Númenor. I will gladly give my life to defend her beauty, her memory, her wisdom.

Your father loves you, Faramir. He will remember it before the end.

Can you sing, Master Hobbit?

Well, yes. At least, well enough for my own people. But, we have no songs for great halls and… evil times.

And why should your songs be unfit for my halls? Come, sing me a song.

Grimbold, how many?

I bring five hundred men from the Westfold, my Lord.

We have three hundred more from Fenmarch.

Where are the riders from Snowbourn?

None have come, my Lord.

Six thousand spears. Less than half of what I'd hoped for.

Six thousand will not be enough to break the lines of Mordor.

More will come.

Every hour lost hastens Gondor's defeat. We have till dawn. Then we must ride.

The horses are restless, and the men are quiet.

They grow nervous in the shadow of the mountain.

That road there, where does that lead?

It is the road to the Dimholt; the door under the mountain.

None who venture there ever return. That mountain is evil.

Aragorn, let's find some food.

There. A true esquire of Rohan.

I'm ready!

Sorry. It isn't all that dangerous. It's not even sharp.

Well that's no good. You won't kill many orcs with a blunt blade. Come on! To the smithy, go!

You should not encourage him.

You should not doubt him.

I do not doubt his heart, just the reach of his arm.

Why should Merry be left behind? He has as much cause go to war as you! Why can he not fight for those he loves?

You know as little of war as that Hobbit. When the fear takes him, and the blood and the screams and the horror of battle take hold, do you think he would stand and fight?

He would flee, and he would be right to do so. War is the province of men, Éowyn.

I choose a mortal life. I wish I could have seen him, one last time.

Sir? King Théoden awaits you, my Lord.

I take my leave.

My Lord, Elrond.

I come on behalf of one whom I love.

Arwen is dying. She will not long survive the evil that now spreads from Mordor. The light of the Evenstar is failing. As Sauron's power grows, her strength wanes. Arwen's life is now tied to the fate of the Ring. The shadow is upon us, Aragorn. The end has come.

It will not be our end but His.

You ride to war but not to victory.

Sauron's armies march on Minas Tirith, as you know, but in secret He sends another force, which will attack from the river. A fleet of Corsair ships sails from the South. They'll be in the city in two days.

You're outnumbered, Aragorn. You need more men.

There are none.

There are those who… dwell in the mountain.

Murderers! Traitors! You would call upon them to fight? They believe in nothing! They answer to no one.

They will answer to the King of Gondor!

Andúril… Flame of the West. Forged from the shards of Narsil.

Sauron will not have forgotten the Sword of Elendil.

The blade that was broken shall return to Minas Tirith.

The man who can wield the power of this sword can summon to him an army more deadly than any that walks this earth. Put aside the ranger. Become who you were born to be. Take the Dimholt road.

Ónen i-Estel Edain. (I gave Hope to the Dúnedain.)

Ú-chebin Estel anim. (I have kept no hope for myself.)

Why are you doing this? The war lies to the East. You cannot leave on the eve of battle!

You cannot abandon the men.

Éowyn…

We need you here.

Why have you come?

Do you not know?

It is but a shadow and a thought that you love. I cannot give you what you seek.

I have wished you joy since first I saw you.

Just where do you think you're off to?

Not this time. This time you must stay, Gimli.

Have you learned nothing of the stubbornness of dwarves?

Might as well accept it. We're going with you, laddie.

What's happening?

Where's he going?

I don't understand.

Lord Aragorn!

Why does he leave on the eve of battle?

He leaves because there is no hope.

He leaves because he must.

Too few have come. We cannot defeat the armies of Mordor.

No, we cannot.

But we will meet them in battle nonetheless.

I have left instructions. The people are to follow your rule in my stead.

Take up my seat in the Golden Hall. Long may you defend Edoras if the battle goes ill.

What other duty would you have me do, my lord?

Duty? No. I would have you smile again. Not grieve for those whose time has come.

You shall live to see these days renewed. No more despair.

What kind of army would linger in such a place?

One that is cursed.

Long ago the Men of the Mountain swore an oath to the last king of Gondor, to come to his aid, to fight. But when the time came, when Gondor's need was dire, they fled, vanishing into the darkness of the mountain. And so Isildur cursed them, never to rest, until they had fulfilled their pledge.

Who shall call them from the grey twilight? The forgotten people. The heir of him to whom the oath they swore. From the north shall he come. Need shall drive him. He shall pass the door to the Paths of the Dead.

The very warmth of my blood seems stole away.

'The way is shut. It was made by those who were dead, and the dead keep it. The way is shut.'

Brego!

I do not fear death!

Well this is something unheard of! An elf will go underground where a dwarf dare not! Ah, I'd never hear the end of it!

We must ride light and swift. It's a long road ahead. The men and beast must reach the end with a strength to fight.

Little hobbits do not belong in war, Master Meriadoc.

All my friends have gone to battle. I will be ashamed to be left behind!

It is a three day gallop to Minas Tirith and none of my riders can bear you as a burden.

I want to fight!

I will say no more.

Ride with me.

My lady!

Form up! Move out!

Ride! Ride now for Gondor!