The Return of the King — Sketch Card Reveal
Part 7: The Oath Fulfilled – The Mouth of Sauron
Fifteen, sixteen.
Seventeen.
Twenty-nine.
Merry!
Legolas!
Thirty-three, thirty-four.
It still only counts as one!
I know your face. Éowyn. My eyes darken.
No. No, I am going to save you.
You already did. Éowyn, my body is broken. You have to let me go. I go to my fathers in whose mighty company I shall not now feel ashamed.
Éowyn.
Release us.
Bad idea.
Very handy in a tight spot, these lads, despite the fact they're dead.
You gave us your word!
I hold your oath fulfilled. Go, be at peace.
Merry.
No!
No!
With a sigh you turn away
With a deepening heart
No more words to say
You will find that the world has changed
Forever.
And the trees are now
Turning from green to gold
And the sun is now fading
I wish I could hold you
Closer
Merry! Merry, it's me. It's Pippin.
I knew you'd find me.
Yes.
Are you going to leave me?
No, Merry. I'm going to look after you.
Hands off that shiny shirt! That's mine!
It's going to the Great Eye! Along with everything else.
I don't take orders from stinking Morgul rats!
You touch it and I'll stick this blade in your gut!
The scum tried to knife me! Kill 'em!
That's for Frodo! That one's for the Shire! And that's for my old Gaffer!
Stop your squirming, you dung hill rat! I'm gonna bleed you like a stuck pig!
Not if I stick you first.
Sam!
Oh Sam, I'm so sorry! Sorry for everything.
Let's get you out of here.
It's too late. It's over. They've taken It! Sam! They took the Ring!
Begging your pardon, but they haven't.
I thought I'd lost you… so I took it. Only for safekeeping.
Give it to me. Give me the ring, Sam.
Sam! Give me the Ring.
You must understand, the Ring is my burden. It will destroy you, Sam.
Come on, Mister Frodo. We best find you some clothes. You can't go walking to Mordor in naught but your skin.
We did it, Mister Frodo. We made it to Mordor.
There are so many of them. We'll never get through unseen!
It's Him! The Eye!
We have to go in there, Mister Frodo. There's nothing for it. Well, let's make it down the hill for starters, shall we?
Frodo has passed beyond my sight.
The darkness is deepening.
If Sauron had the Ring we would know it.
It's only a matter of time.
He has suffered a defeat, yes, but behind the walls of Mordor our enemy is regrouping.
Let him stay there. Let him rot! Why should we care?
Because ten thousand Orcs now stand between Frodo and Mount Doom.
I've sent him to his death.
No. There's still hope for Frodo. He needs time, and safe passage across the Plains of Gorgoroth.
We can give him that.
How?
Draw out Sauron's armies. Empty his lands. Then we gather our full strength and march on the Black Gate.
We cannot achieve victory through strength of arms.
Not for ourselves, but we can give Frodo his chance if we keep Sauron's Eye fixed upon us.
Keep him blind to all else that moves.
A diversion.
"Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?
Sauron will suspect a trap. He will not take the bait.
Oh, I think he will.
Long have you hunted me. Long have I eluded you. No more.
Behold the sword of Elendil.
The city has fallen silent. There is no warmth left in the sun. It grows so cold.
It's just the damp of the first spring rain.
I do not believe this darkness will endure.
To the gate, you slugs! Move out! To the gate!
Look, the Orcs! They're moving off. You see, Mister Frodo, some luck at last.
Move it, you slugs!
Come on! Faster! Come along you scum! I'll whip you down to the bone, you.
Come on! What have I told you? Now move it!
Get up! Come on, you slugs!
You two are going straight to the front line! Now, move it! Go on! Fall in! Move it! Move it! Move it!
To the Gates, you slugs! Now move it!
Don't you know we're at war?
Company Halt! Inspection!
Sam, help me!
Mister Frodo!
Stand up, Mister Frodo! Stand up!
It's so heavy!
Oh no!
What do I do? What do we do?
"Hit me!
What?
Hit me Sam! Start fighting!
Get off of me!
Nobody pushes me, you filthy maggot!
Get off of me!
Break it up! Break it up.
Oy! I'll have your guts if you don't shut this rabble down!
Go, Sam. Now!
Argh. Move along scum!
Back in the line! You maggots! Back into the line, you slugs!
Dig it, you slugs! Move it!
I can't… I can't manage the Ring, Sam. It's… it's… it's such a weight to carry. It… such a weight.
We're going that way. Straight as we can. There's no point in carrying anything we're not sure to need.
Mister Frodo, look! There is light, and beauty up there, that no Shadow can touch.
Take mine, there's a few drops left.
There'll be none left for the return journey.
I don't think there will be a return journey, Mister Frodo.
Frodo! Get down! Hide!
Frodo!
Where are they?
Let the Lord of the Black Land come forth! Let justice be done upon him!
My master, Sauron the Great, bids you welcome. Is there any in this rout with the authority to treat with me?
We do not come to treat with Sauron, faithless and accursed. Tell your master this: The armies of Mordor must disband. He is to depart these lands, never to return.
Old Greybeard. I have a token I was bidden to show thee.
Frodo.
Frodo!
Silence.
No!
Silence!
The halfling was dear to thee, I see. Know that he suffered greatly at the hands of his host. Who would've thought one so small could endure so much pain? And he did, Gandalf. He did.
And who is this? Isildur's heir? It takes more to make a king than a broken Elvish blade.
I guess that concludes negotiations.
I do not believe it. I will not.
Pull back! Pull back!
It's gone, Mister Frodo. The light's passed on, away towards the North. Something's drawn its gaze.
