Lord of The Rings - Two Towers (Extended Edition) CD1
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-You cannot pass! -Gandalf!
I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor.
Go back to the Shadow.
The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn!
You shall not pass!
Fly, you fools.
What is it, Mr. Frodo?
Just a dream.
Can you see the bottom?
No! Don't look down, Sam! Just keep going!
Catch it! Grab it, Mr. Frodo!
I think I've found the bottom.
Bogs and rope, and goodness knows what.
It's not natural. None of it.
-What's in this? -Nothing.
Just a bit of seasoning.
I thought maybe if we were having a roast chicken one night or something.
You never know.
Sam. My dear Sam.
It's very special, that. It's the best salt in all the Shire.
It is special.
It's a little bit of home.
We can't leave this here for someone to follow us down.
Who's gonna follow us down here, Mr. Frodo?
It's a shame, really. Lady Galadriel gave me that.
Real Elvish rope.
Well, there's nothing for it. It's one of my knots.
Won't come free in a hurry.
Real Elves rope.
Mordor. The one place in Middle-earth we don't want to see any closer.
And it's the one place we're trying to get to.
It's just where we can't get.
Let's face it, Mr. Frodo, we're lost.
I don't think Gandalf meant for us to come this way.
He didn't mean for a lot of things to happen, Sam. . .
. . .but they did.
It's the Ring, isn't it?
It's getting heavier.
-What food have we got left? -Let me see.
Oh, yes. Lovely.
Lembas bread. And look!
More Lembas bread.
I don't usually hold with foreign food. . .
. . .but this Elvish stuff, it's not bad.
Nothing ever dampens your spirits, does it, Sam?
Those rain clouds might.
This looks strangely familiar.
It's because we've been here before.
We're going in circles.
What is that horrid stink?
I warrant there's a nasty bog nearby.
-Can you smell it? -Yes.
I can smell it.
We're not alone.
The thieves. The thieves.
The filthy little thieves.
Where is it?
Where is it?
They stole it from us.
Curse them, we hates them!
It's ours, it is, and we wants it!
This is Sting.
You've seen it before. . .
. . . haven't you, Gollum?
Release him or I'll cut your throat.
It burns us!
Nasty Elves twisted it.
-Take it off us! -Quiet, you!
It's hopeless. Every Orc in Mordor's going to hear this racket.
-Let's just tie him up and leave him. -No!
That would kill us! Kill us!
It's no more than you deserve!
Maybe he does deserve to die.
But now that I see him, I do pity him.
We be nice to them if they be nice to us.
Take it off us.
We swears to do what you wants.
There's no promise you can make that I can trust.
We swears. . .
. . .to serve the master of the precious.
We will swear on. . .
. . .on the precious.
The Ring is treacherous. It will hold you to your word.
Yes. . .
. . .on the precious.
On the precious.
I don't believe you!
-Get down! I said, down! -Sam!
He's trying to trick us.
If we let him go, he'll throttle us in our sleep.
-You know the way to Mordor? -Yes.
You've been there before?
You will lead us to the Black Gate.
To the Gate, to the Gate! To the Gate, the master says. Yes!
No! We won't go back. Not there. Not to him.
They can't make us. Gollum! Gollum!
But we swore to serve the master of the precious.
No. Ashes and dust and thirst there is, and pits, pits, pits.
And Orcses, thousands of Orcses.
And always the Great Eye watching, watching.
Hey! Come back now! Come back!
There! What did I tell you?
He's run off, the old villain.
So much for his promises.
This way, Hobbits.
You're late. Our master grows impatient.
He wants the Shire-rats now.
I don't take orders from Orc-maggots.
Saruman will have his prize.
We will deliver them.
Merry? Wake up.
My friend is sick.
He needs water. Please!
Sick, is he? Give him some medicine, boys!
Can't take his draught!
-Leave him alone! -Why?
You want some?
Then keep your mouth shut.
-You're hurt. -I'm fine.
-It was just an act. -An act?
See? I fooled you too.
Don't worry about me, Pippin.
What is it? What do you smell?
They've picked up our trail.
Their pace has quickened.
They must have caught our scent.
Come on, Gimli!
Three days and nights pursuit.
No food. No rest.
And no sign of our quarry, but what bare rock can tell.
Not idly do the leaves of Lórien fall.
They may yet be alive.
Less than a day ahead of us. Come.
Come, Gimli! We're gaining on them!
I'm wasted on cross-country. We Dwarves are natural sprinters.
Very dangerous over short distances.
Home of the Horse-lords.
There's something strange at work here.
Some evil gives speed to these creatures.
Sets its will against us.
Legolas! What do your Elf-eyes see?
The Uruks turn northeast.
They are taking the Hobbits to Isengard.
The world is changing.
Who now has the strength to stand against the armies of Isengard. . .
. . . and Mordor?
To stand against the might of Sauron and Saruman. . .
. . . and the union of the two towers?
Together, my Lord Sauron. . .
. . . we shall rule this Middle-earth.
The Old World will burn In the fires of Industry.
The forests will fall.
A new order will rise.
We will drive the machine of war with the sword and the spear. . .
. . . and the Iron fists of the Orc.
I want them armed and ready to march within two weeks!
But, my lord, there are too many!
They cannot all be armed in time, we don't have the means.
Build a dam, block the stream, work the furnaces night and day.
We don't have enough fuel to feed the fires.
The Forest of Fangorn lies on our doorstep.
-Burn it. -Yes.
We will fight for you.
We will die for Saruman.
The Horse-Men took your lands.
They drove your people into the hills to scratch a living off rocks.
Take back the lands they stole from you.
Burn every village!
We have only to remove those who oppose us.
It will begin In Rohan.
Too long have these peasants stood against you.
But no more.
You take your sister. You'll go faster with just two.
Papa says Éothain must not ride Garulf.
He is too big for him.
Listen to me. You must ride to Edoras and raise the alarm.
-Do you understand me? -Yes, Mama.
I don't want to leave. I don't want to go, Mama.
Freda, I will find you there.
Rohan, my lord. . .
. . .is ready to fall.
Find the king's son!
-Mordor will pay for this. -These Orcs are not from Mordor.
My Lord Éomer, over here!
Your son is badly wounded, my lord.
He was ambushed by Orcs.
If we don't defend our country, Saruman will take it by force.
That is a lie.
Saruman the White has ever been our friend and ally.
Orcs are roaming freely across our lands.
Unchecked. Unchallenged. Killing at will.
Orcs bearing the White Hand of Saruman.
Why do you lay these troubles on an already troubled mind?
Can you not see?
Your uncle is wearied by your malcontent. . .
. . .your warmongering.
How long is it since Saruman bought you?
What was the promised price, Gríma?
When all the Men are dead, you will take your share of the treasure?
Too long have you watched my sister.
Too long have you haunted her steps.
You see much, Éomer, son of Éomund.
You are banished forthwith from the kingdom of Rohan. . .
. . .and all its domains under pain of death.
You have no authority here.
Your orders mean nothing.
This order does not come from me.
It comes from the king.
He signed it this morning.
Keep breathing. That's the key.
They've run as if the very whips of their masters were behind them.
We're not going no further. . .
. . . until we've had a breather.
Get a fire going!
I think we might have made a mistake leaving the Shire, Pippin.
What's making that noise?
It's the trees.
You remember the Old Forest, on the borders of Buckland?
Folk used to say there was something in the water that made the trees grow tall. . .
. . .and come alive.
Trees that could whisper. . .
. . .talk to each other. . .
. . .even move.
We ain't had nothing but maggoty bread for three stinking days.
Why can't we have some meat?!
What about them?
They are not for eating.
What about their legs?
They don't need those.
-They look tasty. -Get back, scum!
The prisoners go to Saruman. Alive and unspoiled.
Why alive? Do they give good sport?
They have something. An Elvish weapon.
The master wants it for the war.
They think we have the Ring.
As soon as they find out we don't, we're dead.
Just a mouthful. . .
. . .a bit of the flank.
Looks like meat's back on the menu, boys.
Call for help.
No one's going to save you now.
A red sun rises.
Blood has been spilled this night.
Riders of Rohan. . .
. . .what news from the Mark?
What business does an Elf, a Man and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark?
Give me your name, horse-master, and I shall give you mine.
I would cut off your head, Dwarf. . .
. . .if it stood but a little higher from the ground.
You would die before your stroke fell.
I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn.
This is Gimli, son of Glóin, and Legolas of the Woodland Realm.
We are friends of Rohan and of Théoden, your king.
Théoden no longer recognizes friend from foe.
Not even his own kin.
Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king. . .
. . .and claimed lordship over these lands.
My company are those loyal to Rohan.
And for that, we are banished.
The White Wizard is cunning.
He walks here and there, they say. . .
. . .as an old man hooded and cloaked.
And everywhere, his spies slip past our nets.
We are no spies.
We track a party of Uruk-hai westward across the plain.
They have taken two of our friends captive.
The Uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them during the night.
But there were two Hobbits. Did you see two Hobbits with them?
They would be small. Only children to your eyes.
We left none alive.
We piled the carcasses and burned them.
I am sorry.
May these horses bear you to better fortune than their former masters.
Look for your friends.
But do not trust to hope.
It has forsaken these lands.
We ride north!
It's one of their wee belts.
We failed them.
A Hobbit lay here.
And the other.
Their hands were bound.
Their bonds were cut.
They ran over here.
They were followed.
Tracks lead away from the battle. . .
. . .into Fangorn Forest.
What madness drove them in there?
Did we lose him? I think we lost him.
I'm going to rip out your filthy little innards!
Trees. Climb a tree.
Let's put a maggot hole in your belly!
It's talking, Merry. The tree is talking.
I am no tree!
I am an Ent.
A shepherd of the forest.
Don't talk to it, Merry.
Don't encourage it!
Treebeard, some call me.
And whose side are you on?
I am on nobody's side. . .
. . .because nobody's on my side, little Orc.
Nobody cares for the woods anymore.
We're not Orcs! We're Hobbits!
Never heard of a Hobbit before.
Sounds like Orc mischief to me!
They come with fire.
They come with axes.
Gnawing, biting, breaking, hacking, burning!
-Destroyers and usurpers! Curse them! -No!
You don't understand. We're Hobbits!
Maybe you are. . .
. . .and maybe you aren't.
The White Wizard will know.
The White Wizard?
We've led you out.
Hurry, Hobbitses. Hurry!
Very lucky we find you.
It's a bog. He's led us into a swamp.
A swamp, yes, yes.
Come, master. We will take you on safe paths through the mist.
Come, Hobbits! Come! We go quickly.
I found it. I did.
The way through the marshes.
Orcs don't use it. Orcs don't know it.
They go around for miles and miles.
Soft and quick as shadows we must be.
I hate this place. It's too quiet.
There's been no sight nor sound of a bird for two days.
No, no birdses to eat.
No crunchable birdses.
We are famished! Yes!
Famished we are, precious!
What does it eats?
Is it tasty?
It tries to chokes us!
We can't eats Hobbit food!
We must starve!
Well, starve, then. And good riddance!
Oh, cruel Hobbit.
It does not care if we be hungry.
Does not care if we should die.
Not like master.
Once it takes hold of us. . .
. . .it never lets go.
Don't touch me!
There are dead things!
Dead faces in the water.
All dead. All rotten.
Elves and Men and Orcses.
A great battle long ago.
Yes. Yes, that is their name.
Don't follow the lights.
Careful now! Or Hobbits go down to join the dead ones. . .
. . .and light little candles of their own.
-Gollum? -Don't follow the lights.
-Gollum! -Mr. Frodo!
Are you all right?
What did you say?
Master should be resting.
Master needs to keep up his strength.
-Who are you? -Mustn't ask us. Not its business.
Gandalf told me you were one of the river-folk.
Cold be heart and hand and bone Cold be travelers far from home
He said your life was a sad story.
They do not see what lies ahead When sun has falled and moon is dead
You were not so very different from a Hobbit once.
What did you call me?
That was your name once, wasn't it?
A long time ago.
Come on, Frodo. Come on!
Quick! They will see us! They will see us!
-I thought they were dead. -Dead?
No, you cannot kill them. No.
Wraiths on wings!
They are calling for it.
They are calling for the precious.
Mr. Frodo! It's all right.
The Black Gate is very close.
These are strange tracks.
The air is so close in here.
This forest is old.
Full of memory. . .
. . .and anger.
The trees are speaking to each other.
Lower your ax.
They have feelings, my friend.
The Elves began it.
Waking up the trees, teaching them to speak.
What do trees have to talk about?
Except the consistency of squirrel droppings.
The White Wizard approaches.
Do not let him speak. He will put a spell on us.
We must be quick.
You are tracking the footsteps of two young Hobbits.
Where are they?
They passed this way the day before yesterday.
They met someone they did not expect.
Does that comfort you?
Who are you?
It cannot be.
I mistook you for Saruman.
I am Saruman.
Or rather, Saruman as he should have been.
Through fire. . .
. . .and water.
From the lowest dungeon to the highest peak. . .
. . . I fought with the Balrog of Morgoth.
Until at last I threw down my enemy. . .
. . . and smote his ruin upon the mountainside.
Darkness took me. . .
. . . and I strayed out of thought and time.
Stars wheeled overhead. . .
. . . and every day was as long as a life age of the Earth.
But It was not the end.
I felt life In me again.
I've been sent back. . .
. . . until my task is done.
That was what they used to call me.
Gandalf the Grey.
That was my name.
I am Gandalf the White.
And I come back to you now. . .
. . .at the turn of the tide.
One stage of your journey is over. Another begins.
-We must travel to Edoras with all speed. -Edoras?
That is no short distance!
We hear of trouble in Rohan. It goes I'll with the king.
Yes, and it will not be easily cured.
Then we have run all this way for nothing?
Are we to leave those poor Hobbits here. . .
. . .in this horrid, dark, dank tree-infested--?
I mean, charming. . .
. . .quite charming forest.
It was more than mere chance that brought Merry and Pippin to Fangorn.
A great power has been sleeping here for many long years.
The coming of Merry and Pippin will be like the falling of small stones. . .
. . .that starts an avalanche in the mountains.
I n one thing you have not changed, dear friend.
You still speak in riddles.
A thing is about to happen that has not happened since the Elder Days.
The Ents are going to wake up. . .
-. . .and find that they are strong. -Strong?!
Oh, that's good.
So stop your fretting, Master Dwarf.
Merry and Pippin are quite safe.
I n fact, they are far safer than you are about to be.
This new Gandalf's more grumpy than the old one.
That is one of the Mearas. . .
. . . unless my eyes are cheated by some spell.
He is the lord of all horses. . .
. . .and has been my friend through many dangers.
O rowan mine
I saw you shine
Upon a summer's day
Upon your head How golden-red
The crown you bore aloft
Such a beautiful verse.
-Is it much further? -Bru-ra-hroom. Don't be hasty.
You might call it far, perhaps.
My home lies deep in the forest. . .
. . . near the roots of the mountain.
I told Gandalf I would keep you safe.
And safe is where I'll keep you.
I believe you will enjoy this next one too.
It's one of my own compositions.
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves
And the dreams of trees unfold
When woodland halls are green and cool
And the wind is In the West
Come back to me
Come back to me
And say my land is best
Sleep, little Shirelings.
Heed no nightly noise.
Sleep till morning light.
I have business in the forest.
There are many to call. Many that must come.
The Shadow lies on Fangorn.
The withering of all woods is drawing near.
The veiling shadow that glowers in the east takes shape.
Sauron will suffer no rival.
From the summit of Barad-dûr, his Eye watches ceaselessly.
But he is not so mighty yet that he is above fear.
Doubt ever gnaws at him.
The rumor has reached him.
The heir of Nûmenor still lives.
Sauron fears you, Aragorn.
He fears what you may become.
And so he'll strike hard and fast at the world of Men.
He will use his puppet Saruman to destroy Rohan.
War is coming.
Rohan must defend itself, and therein lies our first challenge. . .
. . .for Rohan is weak and ready to fall.
The king's mind is enslaved, it's an old device of Saruman's.
His hold over King Théoden is now very strong.
Sauron and Saruman are tightening the noose.
But for all their cunning. . .
. . .we have one advantage.
The Ring remains hidden.
And that we should seek to destroy it. . .
. . . has not yet entered their darkest dreams.
And so the weapon of the enemy is moving towards Mordor. . .
. . .in the hands of a Hobbit.
Each day brings it closer to the fires of Mount Doom.
We must trust now in Frodo.
Everything depends upon speed. . .
. . .and the secrecy of his quest.
Do not regret your decision to leave him.
Frodo must finish this task alone.
He's not alone.
Sam went with him.
Did he, indeed? Good.
Yes, very good.
The Black Gate of Mordor.
Oh, save us.
My old Gaffer would have a thing or two to say if he could see us now.
Master says to show him the way into Mordor.
So good Sméagol does, master says so.
That's it, then.
We can't get past that.
I can see a way down.
-I do not ask you to come with me, Sam. -I know, Mr. Frodo.
I doubt even these Elves cloaks will hide us in there.
No! No, master!
They catch you! They catch you!
Don't take it to him.
He wants the precious.
Always he is looking for it.
And the precious is wanting to go back to him.
But we mustn't let him have it.
No! There's another way.
More secret. A dark way.
-Why haven't you spoken of this before? -Because master did not ask.
He's up to something.
Are you saying there's another way into Mordor?
Yes. There's a path. . .
. . .and some stairs.
And then. . .
. . .a tunnel.
He's led us this far, Sam.
Mr. Frodo, no.
He's been true to his word.
Lead the way, Sméagol.
Good Sméagol always helps.
Where has he gone?
I had the loveliest dream last night.
There was this large barrel, full of pipe-weed.
And we smoked all of it. And then. . .
. . .you were sick.
I'd give anything for a whiff of Old Toby.
Did you hear that?
There it is again.
Something's not right here. Not right at all.
You just said something. . .Treeish.
No, I didn't. I was just stretching.
-Than what? -Than me!
I've always been taller than you.
Pippin, everyone knows I'm the tall one. You're the short one.
You're what? Three-foot-six? At the most?
Whereas me, I'm pushing 3'7''.
You did something.
Merry, don't! Don't drink it!
No, Treebeard said that you shouldn't have any.
-I want some! -It could well be dangerous!
Give me it back. Merry!
It's got my leg!
Away with you.
You should not be waking.
Eat earth. Dig deep. Drink water.
Go to sleep.
Away with you.
Come, the forest is waking up.
It isn't safe.
The trees have grown wild and dangerous.
Anger festers in their hearts.
Black are their thoughts.
Strong is their hate.
They will harm you if they can.
There are too few of us now.
Too few of us Ents left to manage them.
Why are there so few of you when you have lived so long?
-Are there Ent children? -Bru-ra-hroom.
There have been no Entings for a terrible long count of years.
-Why is that? -We lost the Entwives.
Oh, I'm sorry.
-How did they die? -Die? No.
We lost them.
And now we cannot find them.
I don't suppose you've seen Entwives in the Shire?
Can't say that I have.
What do they look like?
I don't remember now.
Edoras and the Golden Hall of Meduseld.
There dwells Théoden, King of Rohan. . .
. . . whose mind is overthrown.
Saruman 's hold over King Théoden is now very strong.
My lord, your son. . .
. . . he is dead.
Will you not go to him?
Will you do nothing?
Be careful what you say.
Do not look for welcome here.
Oh, he must have died sometime in the night.
What a tragedy for the king. . .
. . .to lose his only son and heir.
I understand. His passing is hard to accept.
Especially now that your brother has deserted you.
Leave me alone, snake!
Oh, but you are alone.
Who knows what you've spoken to the darkness. . .
. . .in the bitter watches of the night. . .
. . .when all your life seems to shrink.
The walls of your bower closing in about you.
A hutch to trammel some wild thing in.
Like a morning of pale spring. . .
. . .still clinging to winter's chill.
Your words are poison.
You'll find more cheer in a graveyard.
I cannot allow you before Théoden King so armed, Gandalf Greyhame.
By order of Gríma Wormtongue.
You would not part an old man from his walking stick.
My lord, Gandalf the Grey is coming.
He's a herald of woe.
The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late. . .
. . .Théoden King.
He's not welcome.
Why should I welcome you. . .
. . .Gandalf Stormcrow?
A just question, my liege.
Late is the hour. . .
. . .in which this conjurer chooses to appear.
Láthspell I name him.
I'll news is an I'll guest.
Be silent. Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth.
I have not passed through fire and death. . .
. . .to bandy crooked words with a witless worm.
I told you to take the wizard's staff.
Théoden. . .
. . .son of Théngel. . .
. . .too long have you sat in the Shadows.
I would stay still if I were you.
Hearken to me!
I release you. . .
. . .from the spell.
You have no power here. . .
. . .Gandalf the Grey.
I will draw you, Saruman, as poison is drawn from a wound.
If I go, Théoden dies.
You did not kill me. . .
. . .you will not kill him.
Rohan is mine.
I know your face.
Breathe the free air again, my friend.
Dark have been my dreams of late.
Your fingers would remember their old strength better. . .
. . .if they grasped your sword.
I've only. . .
. . .ever served you, my lord.
Your leechcraft would have had me crawling on all fours like a beast!
Send me not from your sight.
No, my lord! No, my lord.
Let him go.
Enough blood has been spilt on his account.
Get out of my way!
Hail, Théoden King!
Where is Théodred?
Where is my son?
Ever has it grown on the tombs of my forebearers.
Now it shall cover the grave of my son.
Alas that these evil days should be mine.
The young perish and the old linger.
That I should live. . .
. . .to see the last days of my house.
Théodred's death was not of your making.
No parent should have to bury their child.
He was strong in life.
His spirit will find its way to the halls of your fathers.
They had no warning.
They were unarmed.
Now the Wild Men are moving through the Westfold, burning as they go.
Rick, cot and tree.
Where is Mama?
This is but a taste of the terror that Saruman will unleash.
All the more potent for he is driven now by fear of Sauron.
Ride out and meet him head on.
Draw him away from your women and children.
You must fight.
You have 2000 good men riding north as we speak.
Éomer is loyal to you.
His men will return and fight for their king.
They will be 300 leagues from here by now.
Éomer cannot help us.
I know what it is you want of me. . .
. . .but I will not bring further death to my people.
I will not risk open war.
Open war is upon you, whether you would risk it or not.
When last I looked. . .
. . .Théoden, not Aragorn, was king of Rohan.
Then what is the king's decision?
By order of the king. . .
. . .the city must empty.
We make for the refuge of Helm's Deep.
Do not burden yourself with treasures. Take only what provisions you need.
They flee to the mountains when they should stand and fight.
Who will defend them if not their king?
He's only doing what he thinks is best for his people.
Helm's Deep has saved them in the past.
There is no way out of that ravine. Théoden is walking into a trap.
He thinks he's leading them to safety.
What they will get is a massacre.
Théoden has a strong will, but I fear for him.
I fear for the survival of Rohan.
He will need you before the end, Aragorn.
The people of Rohan will need you.
The defenses have to hold.
They will hold.
The Grey Pilgrim.
That's what they used to call me.
Three hundred lives of Men I've walked this earth, and now I have no time.
With luck, my search will not be in vain.
Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day.
At dawn, look to the east.
That horse is half mad, my lord. There's nothing you can do. Leave him.
His name is Brego.
He was my cousin's horse.
I have heard of the magic of Elves. . .
. . .but I did not look for it in a Ranger from the North.
You speak as one of their own.
I was raised in Rivendell. . .
. . .for a time.
Turn this fellow free.
He's seen enough of war.
Gandalf the White.
Gandalf the Fool!
Does he seek to humble me with his newfound piety?
There were three who followed the wizard.
An Elf, a Dwarf and a Man.
You stink of horse.
The Man. . .
-. . .was he from Gondor? -No, from the North.
One of the Dûnedain Rangers, I thought he was.
His cloth was poor.
And yet he bore a strange ring.
Two serpents with emerald eyes.
One devouring, the other crowned with golden flowers.
The Ring of Barahir.
So Gandalf Greyhame thinks he has found Isildur's heir.
The lost king of Gondor. He is a fool.
The line was broken years ago.
It matters not.
The world of Men shall fall.
It will begin at Edoras.
I am ready, Gamling.
Bring my horse.
This is not a defeat.
We will return.
We will return.
You have some skill with a blade.
Women of this country learned long ago:
Those without swords can still die upon them.
I fear neither death nor pain.
What do you fear, my lady?
To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them.
And all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.
You're a daughter of kings. . .
. . .a shieldmaiden of Rohan.
I do not think that would be your fate.
Théoden will not stay at Edoras.
It's vulnerable. He knows this.
He will expect an attack on the city.
They will flee to Helm's Deep. . .
. . .the great fortress of Rohan.
It is a dangerous road to take through the mountains.
They will be slow.
They will have women and children with them.
Send out your Warg-riders.
Hey, stinker, don't go getting too far ahead.
-Why do you do that? -What?
Call him names. Run him down all the time.
Because that's what he is, Mr. Frodo.
There's naught left in him but lies and deceit.
It's the Ring he wants. It's all he cares about.
You have no idea what it did to him. . .
. . .what it's still doing to him.
I want to help him, Sam.
Because I have to believe he can come back.
You can't save him, Mr. Frodo.
What do you know about it? Nothing!
I'm sorry, Sam. I don't know why I said that.
It's the Ring.
You can't take your eyes off it.
I've seen you.
You're not eating. You barely sleep.
It's taken hold of you, Mr. Frodo.
-You have to fight it. -I know what I have to do, Sam.
The Ring was entrusted to me. It's my task.
Mine! My own!
Can't you hear yourself?
Don't you know who you sound like?
We wants it.
We needs it.
Must have the precious.
They stole it from us.
Sneaky little Hobbitses.
Wicked. Tricksy. False.
No. Not master.
Yes, precious. False.
They will cheat you, hurt you, lie!
Master's my friend.
You don't have any friends. Nobody likes you.
Not listening. I'm not listening.
You're a liar and a thief.
I hate you.
I hate you.
Where would you be without me? Gollum. Gollum.
I saved us.
It was me. We survived because of me.
What did you say?
Master looks after us now.
We don't need you.
Leave now. . .
. . .and never come back.
Leave now and never come back.
Leave now and never come back!
We told him to go away.
And away he goes, precious.
Gone! Gone! Gone!
Sméagol is free!
Look. See what Sméagol finds?
They are young.
They are tender. They are nice.
Yes, they are. Eat them. Eat them!
You'll make him sick, you will. . .
. . .behaving like that.
There's only one way to eat a brace of boneys.
What's it doing?
Stupid, fat Hobbit.
It ruins it.
What's to ruin? There's hardly any meat on them.
What we need is a few good taters.
What's taters, precious?
What's taters? Eh?
Boil them, mash them, stick them in a stew.
Lovely, big, golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish.
Even you couldn't say no to that.
Oh, yes, we could.
Spoil a nice fish.
Give it to us raw. . .
. . .and wriggling.
You keep nasty chips.
-Who are they? -Wicked Men.
Servants of Sauron.
They are called to Mordor.
The Dark One is gathering all armies to him.
It won't be long now. He will soon be ready.
-Ready to do what? -To make his war.
The last war that will cover all the world in Shadow.
We've got to get moving. Come on, Sam.
It's an oliphant.
No one at home will believe this.
We've lingered here too long.
Come on, Sam.
Wait! We're innocent travelers!
There are no travelers in this land. Only servants of the Dark Tower.
We are bound to an errand of secrecy.
Those that claim to oppose the enemy would do well not to hinder us.
His sense of duty was no less than yours, I deem.
You wonder what his name is. . .
. . .where he came from.
And if he was really evil at heart.
What lies or threats led him on this long march from home.
If he would not rather have stayed there. . .
. . .in peace.
War will make corpses of us all.
Bind their hands.
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