Gandalf: You cannot pass!

Aragorn:

Dartho!

[Translation: "Hold!"]

[The Uruks roar in anger and charge.]

Théoden:

So it begins.

Legolas:

[To the Elves]:

Faeg i-varv dîn na lanc a nu ranc!

[Translation: "Their armour is weak at the neck and under the arms."

Aragorn:

Hado i philinn!

[Translation: "Fire!"]

[The Elves shoot.]

Gimli:

Théoden:

Give them a volley.

Gamling:

Fire!

Aragorn:

Gimli:

Aragorn:

Pendraith!

[Translation: "Ladders!"]

Gimli:

Good!

Gimli:

Legolas:

I’m on seventeen!

Gimli:

Legolas:

Nineteen!

[Back at Entmoot:]

Pippin:

Merry!

We have just agreed.

[Pause]

Merry:

Treebeard:

I have told your names to the ent moot and we have agreed: you are not Orcs.

Pippin:

Merry:

Treebeard:

Now don’t be hasty, Master Meriadoc.

Merry:

Treebeard:

War, yes. It affects us all. But you must understand, young hobbit. It takes a long time to say anything in old entish, and we never say anything unless it is worth taking a long time to say.

[At Helm's Deep:]

Gimli:

Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty one. Twenty two.

Northway! Nauthannen!

Théoden:

Is this it? Is this all you can conjure, Saruman.

[Below, a Uruk soldier carrying a torch is running towards the hole. Aragorn sees this and calls for Legolas.]

Aragorn:

Dago han! Dago han, Legolas! Dago han!!!

[Translation: "Kill him! Kill him, Legolas! Kill him!"]

[Legolas hits the Uruk with two arrows, but fails to kill it, and the Uruk-hai takes out the wall with its explosives. Saruman's army start to crowd through the hole in the wall.]

Théoden:

Brace the gates! Hold them! Stand fast!"

Aragorn:

Gimli! Prepare to charge!

Hado i philinn! Herio!

[Translation: "Hurl the arrows! Charge!"]

[At Entmoot:]

Treebeard:

The ents cannot hold back this war. We must weather such things as we have always done.

Merry:

How can that be your decision?

This is not our war.

Merry:

But your part of this world! Aren’t you. You must help. Please. You must do something.

You are young and brave, master Merry. But your part in this tale is over. Go back to your home.

Pippin:

Maybe Treebeard’s right. We don’t belong here, Merry. It’s too big for us. What can we do in the end? We’ve got the Shire. Maybe we should go home.

Merry:

The fires of Isengard will spread. And the woods of Tuckburough and Buckland will burn. And all that was once green and good in this world will be gone. There won’t be a Shire, Pippin.

[Back at Helm's Deep:]

Théoden:

Aragorn, pull back to the gate!

Aragorn:

Na Barad! Na Barad! Haldir! Na Barad!

[Translation: "To the Keep! To the Keep! Haldir! To the Keep!"]

[Haldir nods at him and calls for the others. Gimli is been dragged away against his will.]

Gimli:

What are you doing? Stop it!

Aragorn:

Haldir!

Gamling:

Brace the gate!

Théoden:

To the gate! Draw your swords!

Gamling:

We can’t hold much longer.

Théoden:

Hold them!

[Aragorn approaches.]

Aragorn:

How long do you need?

Théoden:

As long as you can give me!

Aragorn:

Gimli!

Gimli:

Aragorn:

It’s a long way.

Gimli:

Aragorn:

What?

Gimli:

Aragorn:

Not a word.

[Aragorn tosses Gimli, the jumps the gap, himself. The two of them battle the Orcs at the front gate, slaughtering many.]

Théoden:

Shore up the door!

Théoden:

Gimli! Aragorn! Get out of there!

Legolas:

[From above]: Aragorn!

[Legolas throws down a rope, and Aragorn and Gimli are pulled to safety.]

Théoden:

Pull everybody back. Pull them back!

Gamling:

Pull back! Pull back! Retreat! Retreat!

Aragorn:

Hurry! Get them inside! Come, to the keep!

[Meanwhile, back at Fangorn Forest...]

Treebeard:

I will leave you at the western borders of the forest. You can make your way north to your homeland from there.

Pippin:

Wait! Stop! Stop! Turn around. Turn around. Take us south!

Treebeard:

South? But that will lead you past Isengard.

Pippin:

Yes. Exactly. If we go south we can slip past Saruman unnoticed. The closer we are to danger, the farther we are from harm. It’s the last thing he’ll expect.

Treebeard:

Hmmmm. That doesn’t make sense to me. But then, you are very small. Perhaps your right. South it is then. Hold on, little Shirelings. I always like going south. Somehow it feels like going downhill.

Merry:

Are you mad, we’ll be caught.

No we won’t. Not this time.

[Faramir and his company arrive approach Osgiliath with Frodo, Sam, and Gollum as captives.]

Parn:

Look. Osgiliath burns. Mordor has come.

The Ring will not save Gondor. It has only the power to destroy. Please, let me go.

[Faramir looks at Frodo, but then gestures to his men to move.]

Faramir:

Hurry.

Frodo:

[Treebeard approaches the edge of Fangorn Forest.]

Treebeard:

... and a little family of field mice that climb up sometimes and it tickles me awfully. They’re always trying to get somewhere.

[Treebeard walks into an open area, where every tree has been brutally cut down.]

Treebeard:

Many of these trees were my friends. Creatures I had known from nut and acorn.

Pippin:

Treebeard:

They had voices of their own. Saruman. A wizard should know better!

[Treebeard lets out a powerfull call that reverberates throughout Fangorn.]

Treebeard:

[With wrath]: There is no curse in elvish, entish or the tongues of men for this treachery! My business is with Isengard tonight. With a rock and stone.

[The Ents march out of the forest.]

Merry:

Treebeard:

Rárum-rum! Come my friends. The ents are going to war. It is likely that we go to our doom. The last march of the ents.

[The Ents march to Isengard, and back at Osgiliath...]

Parn:

[Frodo stumbles.]

Sam:

Mr. Frodo!

It’s calling to him, Sam. His Eye is almost on me.

Sam:

Hold on, Mr. Frodo.

[To his men]: Take them to my father. Tell him Faramir sends a mighty gift. A weapon that will change our fortunes in this war.

Sam:

You wanna know what happened to Boromir? You waanna know why your brother died? He tried to take the Ring from Frodo. After swearing an oath to protect him, he tried to kill him! The Ring drove your brother mad!

Sam:

Frodo:

Ringwraith:

[Screeches]

Faramir:

Nazgûl!

[A Ringwraith flies over Osgiliath and Faramir leads the hobbits to safety.]

Faramir:

Stay here. Keep out of sight. Take cover!

[Back at Helm's Deep:]

Théoden:

The fortress is taken. It is over.

Aragorn:

You said this fortress would never fall while your men defend it. They still defend it. They have died defending it! Is there no other way for the women and children to get out of the caves? Is there no other way?

Gamling:

There is one passage. It leads into the mountains. But they will not get far. The Uruk-hai are too many.

Aragorn:

Send word for the women and children to make for the mountain pass. And barricade the entrance!

Théoden:

So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?

Aragorn:

Ride out with me. Ride out and meet them."

Théoden:

For death and glory?

Aragorn:

For Rohan. For your people.

Gimli:

The sun is rising. (Flashback Voiceover) Gandalf: Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day. At dawn look to the East.

Yes. Yes! The Horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the deep one last time.

Gimli:

Yes!

Théoden:

Let this be the hour when we draw swords together. Fell deeds awate. Now for wrath. Now for ruin. And the red dawn!

Théoden:

Forth Eorlingas!

[Aragorn, Legolas, Théoden, ride out and clear a path. Suddenly an old friend appears on the eastern ridge with the rising sun.]

Aragorn:

Gandalf.

Gandalf:

Théoden-king stands alone.

[Another appears.]

Èomer:

Théoden:

Èomer!

Èomer:

[Gandalf and the Riders of Rohan ride through the army of Orcs.]

[Saruman looks on in disbelief as Isengard is ripped apart by the Ents.]

Treebeard:

A hit. A fine hit. Break the dam! Release the river!

Merry:

Pippin, hold on!

Hold on, little hobbits!

[The waters swallow Isengard as Treebeard with the hobbits and the rest of the Ents stand their ground.]

[Back to Osgiliath, Frodo walks out into the open.]

Sam:

What are you doing? Where are you going?

Sam:

[Frodo comes to his senses.]

Frodo:

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.

[Aragorn and Èowyn embrace as Rohan is victorious at Helm's Deep.]

Sam:

[The sun shines on Isengard, as Merry, Pippin, and the Ents celebrate victory.]

Sam:

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. Because they were holding on to something.

What are we holding on to, Sam?

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.

Manathor

You know the laws of our country. The laws of your father. If you let them go, your life will be forfeit.

Faramir:

Then it is forfeit. Release them.

[Gandalf and company look East, towards Mordor.]

Gandalf:

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.

[Frodo and Sam are once again in the wilderness, led by Gollum.]

Sam:

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 favorite stories. Frodo was really courageous, wasn’t he, dad.’

‘Yes, my boy, the most famousest of hobbits. And that’s saying alot.’

Frodo:

‘You 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.

Frodo:

So was I.

Samwise the Brave.

Frodo:

Sméagol!

We’re not gonna wait for you. Come on.

[Sméagol is a bit ahead.]

Sméagol:

Master... Master looks after us. Master wouldn’t hurt us.

Gollum:

Sméagol:

Don’t ask Sméagol. Poor, poor Sméagol.

Gollum:

Sméagol:

But the fat hobbit. He knows. Eyes always watching.

Gollum:

Sméagol:

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Gollum:

Sméagol:

Yes! No. No. It’s too risky, it’s too risky.

Sam:

Frodo:

Gollum:

Sméagol:

Yes. She could do it.

Gollum:

Sméagol: