What are you doing?
Where are you going?
It's me. It's your Sam. Don't you know your Sam?
I can't do this, 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?
Victory! We have victory!
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. They kept going ... because they were holding on to something.
What are we holding on to, Sam?
That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo.
And it's worth fighting for.
I think at last we understand one another, Frodo Baggins.
You know the laws of our country, the laws of your father. If you let them go, your life will be forfeit.
Then it is forfeit. Release them.
He doesn't look too happy, does he?
Not too happy at all, Merry.
Still, I suppose the view would be quite nice from up there.
Oh, yes. It's a quality establishment. I hear the staff are very good.
What are you doing?
Nothing. The world's back to normal, that's all.
No, it isn't. I'm starving.
Good luck trying to find something decent around here. Probably only dead rats and mouldy bread.
Saruman's storeroom!
I don't believe it.
It can't be.
It is!
Longbottom Leaf. The finest pipe-weed in South Farthing.
It's perfect. One barrel each. Wait. Do you think we should share it with Treebeard?
Share it? No. No. Dead plant and all that. Don't think he'd understand. Could be a distant relative.
I get it. Don't be hasty.
Exactly. Bar-hrum.
This is the old sewer. Runs right under the river through to the edge of the city. You'll find cover in the woods there.
Captain Faramir ... you have shown your quality, sir. The very highest.
The Shire must truly be a great realm, Master Gamgee ... where gardeners are held in high honor.
What road will you take once you reach the woods?
Gollum says there's a path ... near Minas Morgul that climbs up into the mountains.
Cirith Ungol?
Is that its name?
No. No! Yes.
Frodo ... they say a dark terror dwells in the passes above Minas Morgul. You cannot go that way.
It is the only way. Master says we must go to Mordor, so we must try.
I must.
Go, Frodo. Go with the goodwill of all Men.
Thank you.
May death find you quickly if you bring them to harm.
Come on, keep up. Mr. Frodo didn't mean for them Rangers to hurt you. You know that, don't you? He was trying to save you, see?
Save me?
So there's no hard feelings. Forgive and forget.
No, no, no hard feelings. Gollum, Gollum. Yes, master. Nice Hobbits.
Very decent of you. Very decent, indeed, Gollum.
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.
I wonder if we'll ever be put into songs or tales.
What?
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 favourite stories." "Frodo was really courageous, wasn't he, Dad?" "Yes, my boy. The most famousest of Hobbits. And that's saying a lot."
Well, you've 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.
Now, Mr. Frodo, you shouldn't make fun. I was being serious.
So was I.
"Samwise the Brave."
Smeagol?
We're not going to wait for you. Come on.
Master. Master looks after us. Master wouldn't hurt us.
Master broke his promise.
Don't ask Smeagol. Poor, poor Smeagol.
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!
But the fat Hobbit, he knows. Eyes always watching.
Then we stabs them out. Put out his eyeses and make him crawl.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Kill them both.
Yes. No! No! It's too risky. It's too risky.
Where is he? Where has he gone? Hey, Gollum! Where are you?
Smeagol?
We could let her do it.
Yes. She could do it.
Yes, precious, she could. And then we takes it once they're dead.
Once they're dead. Sssssh!
Come on, Hobbits. Long ways to go yet. Smeagol will show you the way.
Follow me.
