The Return of the King — Sketch Card Reveal
Part 6: Denethor's Madness – The Battle of Pelennor Fields
You get lost, scum!
What's this? Looks like ol' Shelob's been having a bit of fun.
Killed another one, has she?
No. This fellow ain't dead!
Not dead?
She jabs them with her stinger… and he goes as limp as a boned fish! Then she has her way with them. That's how she likes to feed. Fresh blood!
Get him to the tower!
Samwise, you fool!
This scum will be awake in a couple of hours.
Then he'll wish he'd never been born!
The house of his spirit crumbles. He is burning. Already burning.
He's not dead!
He's not dead! No! No! He's not dead!
Hear now, Peregrin, son of Paladin: I release you from my service.
Go now and die in what way seems best for you.
Pour oil on the wood!
Gandalf! Gandalf! Gandalf!
Retreat! The city is breached. Pull back! To the second level! Get the women and children out. Get them out! Retreat!
Move into the city. Kill all in your path.
Fight! Fight to the last man! Fight for your lives!
Gandalf! Gandalf! Denethor has lost his mind!
He's burning Faramir alive!
Come!
Go back to the abyss! Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your master.
Do you not know death when you see it, old man?
This is my hour.
Gandalf!
You have failed. The world of Men will fall.
Courage, Merry. Courage for our friends.
Form ranks, you maggots! Form ranks! Pikes in front, archers behind.
Éomer! Take your eored down the left side.
Yes, my lord.
Gamling, follow the King's banner down the center. Grimbold, take your company right, after you pass the wall. Forth, and fear no darkness!
Arise! Arise! Riders of Théoden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered! A sword-day! A red day, ere the sun rises!
Whatever happens, stay with me. I will look after you.
Ride now, ride now, ride! Ride for ruin and the world's ending!
Death!
Death!
Forð Eorlingas!
Death!
Fire!
Death!
Fire at will.
Set a fire in our flesh!
Stay this madness!
You may triumph in the field of battle for a day, but against the power that has risen in the east, there is no victory.
No! You will not take my son from me!
Faramir… my son. Ah!
So passes Denethor, son of Ecthelion.
Drive them back to the river!
Make safe this city!
Reform the line! Reform the line! Sound the charge!
Rohirrim! Charge!
Take the reins. Pull it left! Left!
Aim for the head!
Make for the oliphaunts!
Bring it down! Bring it down! Bring it down!
Merry!
I didn't think it would end this way.
End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take.
The gray rain curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass. And then you see it.
What, Gandalf? See what?
White shores. And beyond, the far green country, under a swift sunrise.
Well, that isn't so bad.
No. No, it isn't.
Rally to me! To me!
Feast off his flesh.
I will kill you if you touch him.
Do not come between the Nazgûl and his prey.
Late, as usual! Pirate scum! There's work that needs doing.
Come on, ya sea rats! Get out off your ships!
There are plenty for both of us! May the best dwarf win!
You fool! No man can slay the Lord of the Nazgûl! Die now!
I am no man!
