Déagol: Sméagol! I”ve got one; I”ve got a fish, Sme-Sméagol!
Sméagol: Go on, go on, go on, pull it in!
Sméagol: Give us that Déagol, my love.
Déagol: Why?
Sméagol: Because...it”s my birthday and I wants it.
Ring: ...batul. Ash nazg gimbatul...
Sméagol: My Precious.
Sméagol: (v.o.) They cursed us. "Murderer" they called us. They cursed us and drove us away.
Gollum: (v.o.) Gollum, Gollum, Gollum.
Sméagol: (v.o.) And we wept, precious. We wept, to be so alone.
Gollum: (v.o.) And we forgot the taste of bread, the sound of trees, the softness of the wind. We even forgot our own name. My Precious.
Sméagol: Wake up! Wake up! Wake up, sleepies, we must go, yes, we must go at once.
Sam: Haven”t you had any sleep, Mister Frodo?
Sam: I”ve gone and had too much. It must be getting late.
Frodo: No. It isn”t. It isn”t midday yet. The days are growing darker.
Sméagol: Come on! Must go, no time!
Sam: Not before Mister Frodo”s had somethin” to eat.
Sméagol: No time to lose, silly!
Sam: Here.
Frodo: What about you?
Sam: Ahhh no, I”m not hungry. Least ways not for lembas bread.
Frodo: Sam…
Sam: All right. We don”t have that much left. We have to be careful or we”re going to run out. You go ahead and eat that, Mister Frodo. I”ve rationed it. There should be enough.
Frodo: For what?
Sam: The journey home.
Gollum: Come, Hobbitses. Very close now, very close, to Mordor. No safe places here. Hurry!
THE RETURN OF THE KING
Pippin: I feel like I”m back at the Green Dragon after a hard day”s work.
Merry: Only, you”ve never done a hard day”s work.
Merry: Welcome, my Lords, to Isengard!
Gimli: You young rascals! A merry hunt you”ve led us on, and now we find you, feasting and… smoking!
Pippin: We are sitting on a field of victory, enjoying a few well-earned comforts. The salted pork is particularly good.
Gimli: Salted pork?
Gandalf: Hobbits.
Merry: We”re under orders, from Treebeard, who”s taken over management of Isengard.
Treebeard: Young master Gandalf. I”m glad you”ve come. Wood and water, stock and stone, I can master. But there is a Wizard to manage here. Look to his tower.
Gandalf: And there Saruman must remain. Under your guard, Treebeard.
Gimli: Well, let”s just have his head and be done with it.
Gandalf: No. He has no power anymore.
Treebeard: The filth of Saruman is washing away. Trees will come back to live here. Young trees, wild trees.
Aragorn: Pippin!
Treebeard: Bless my bark!
Gandalf: Peregrin Took! I”ll take that, my lad. Quickly now.
Théoden: Tonight we remember those who gave their blood to defend this country. Hail the victorious dead!
Crowd: Hail!
Éowyn: Westu Aragorn hál.
Théoden: I am happy for you. He is an honorable Man.
Éowyn: You are both honorable Men.
Théoden: It was not Théoden of Rohan who led our people to victory. Ah, don”t listen to me. You are young, and tonight is for you.
Merry & Pippin:
Aragorn: No news of Frodo?
Gandalf: No word. Nothing.
Aragorn: We have time. Every day Frodo moves closer to Mordor.
Gandalf: Do we know that?
Aragorn: What does your heart tell you?
Gandalf: That Frodo is alive. Yes. Yes, he”s alive.
Sméagol: Too risky. Too risky. Thieves. They stole it from us. Kill them. Kill them. Kill them both!
Gollum: Shh! Quiet. Mustn”t wake them. Mustn”t ruin it now.
Sméagol: But they knows. They knows. They suspects us!
Gollum: What”s it saying, my precious, my love? Sméagol losing his nerve?
Sméagol: No. Not. Never. Sméagol hates nasty Hobbitses. Sméagol wants to see them...dead.
Gollum: And we will. Sméagol did it once, he can do it again. It”s ours. Ours!
Sméagol: We must get the precious. We must get it back.
Gollum: Patience. Patience, my love. First we must lead them to her.
Sméagol: We lead them to the winding stairs.
Gollum: Yes. The stairs. And then?
Sméagol: Up, up, up, up, up the stairs we go, until we come to...the tunnel.
Gollum: And when they go in, there”s no coming out. She”s always hungry. She always needs…to feed. She must eat. All she gets is filthy Orcses.
Sméagol: And they doesn”t taste very nice, does they, precious?
Gollum: No. Not very nice at all, my love. She hungers for sweeter meats, Hobbit-meat. And when she throws away the bones, and empty clothes, then we will find it.
Sméagol: And take it for me!
Gollum: For us.
Sméagol: Y-yes, we meant for us. ¡gollum! ¡gollum!
Gollum: The precious will be ours, once the Hobbitses are dead.
Sam: You miserable little toad!
Sméagol: Master!
Frodo: No, Sam! Leave him alone!
Sam: I heard it from his own mouth. He means to murder us!
Sméagol: Never! Sméagol wouldn”t hurt a fly! Argh! He”s a horrid, fat Hobbit who hates Sméagol and makes up nasty lies!
Sam: You miserable little maggot! I”ll stove your head in!
Frodo: Sam!
Sam: Don”t call me a liar! You”re a liar!
Sméagol: Argh!
Frodo: You”ll scare him off! We”re lost!
Sam: I don”t care! I can”t do it, Mister Frodo; I won”t wait around for him to kill us.
Frodo: I”m not sending him away!
Sam: You don”t see it, do you? He”s a villain!
Frodo: We can”t do this by ourselves, Sam. Not without a guide. I need you on my side.
Sam: I”m on your side, Mister Frodo.
Frodo: I know, Sam. I know. Trust me. Come, Sméagol.
Legolas: The stars are veiled. Something stirs in the East…a sleepless malice. The Eye of the Enemy is moving.
Merry: What you doing? Pippin? Pippin, are you mad?
Pippin: I just want to look at it. Just one more time.
Merry: Put it back! Pippin! No! Pippin...
Legolas: He is here!
Sauron: I see you...
Merry: Pippin! Help! Gandalf! Someone help him! Pippin!
Gandalf: Fool of a Took! Look at me.
Pippin: Gandalf, forgive me.
Gandalf: Look at me. What did you see?
Pippin: A tree. A white tree. In a courtyard of stone. It was dead! The city was burning.
Gandalf: Minas Tirith. Is that what you saw?
Pippin: saw...I saw him! I can hear his voice in my head.
Gandalf: What did you tell him? Speak!
Pippin: He asked me my name. I didn”t answer. He hurt me.
Gandalf: What did you tell him about Frodo and the Ring?
Gandalf: There was no lie in Pippin”s eyes. A fool, but an honest fool he remains. He told Sauron nothing of Frodo and the Ring. We”ve been strangely fortunate. Pippin saw in the palantír a glimpse of the Enemy”s plan. Sauron moves to strike the city of Minas Tirith. His defeat at Helm”s Deep showed our enemy one thing. He knows the Heir of Elendil has come forth. Men are not as weak as he supposed. There is courage still…strength perhaps to challenge him. Sauron fears this. He will not risk the peoples of Middle-earth uniting under one banner. He will raze Minas Tirith to the ground before he sees a king return to the throne of Men. If the beacons of Gondor are lit, Rohan must be ready for war.
Théoden: Tell me; why should we ride to the aid of those who did not come to ours? What do we owe Gondor?
Aragorn: I will go.
Gandalf: No.
Aragorn: They must be warned!
Gandalf: They will be! You must come to Minas Tirith by another road. Follow the river, look to the black ships. Understand this, things are now in motion that cannot be undone. I ride for Minas Tirith. And I won”t be going alone.
Gandalf: Of all the inquisitive Hobbits, Peregrin Took, you are the worst! Hurry, hurry!
Pippin: Where are we going?
Merry: Why did you look? Why do you always have to look?
Pippin: I don”t know. I can”t help it.
Merry: You never can.
Pippin: I”m sorry, all right? I won”t do it again.
Merry: Don”t you understand? The Enemy thinks you have the Ring. He”s going to be looking for you, Pip. They have to get you out of here.
Pippin: And you-you”re coming with me? Merry?
Merry: Come on.
Pippin: How far is Minas Tirith?
Gandalf: Three days” ride, as the Nazgûl flies, and you better hope we don”t have one of those on our tail.
Merry: Here, something for the road.
Pippin: The last of the Longbottom Leaf?
Merry: I know you”ve run out. You smoke too much, Pip.
Pippin: But we”ll see each other soon...won”t we?
Merry: I don”t know... I don”t know what”s going to happen.
Pippin: Merry...?
Gandalf: Run Shadowfax. Show us the meaning of haste!
Pippin: Merry!
Aragorn: Merry!
Elrond: (v.o.) Take her by the safest road. A ship lies anchored in the Grey Havens. It waits to carry her across the sea...the last journey of Arwen Undómiel.
Elrond: (v.o.) There is nothing for you here. Only death.
Figwit: Lady Arwen, we cannot delay. My Lady!
Arwen: Tell me what you have seen.
Elrond: Arwen.
Arwen: You have the gift of foresight. What did you see?
Elrond: I looked into your future and I saw death.
Arwen: But there is also life. You saw there was a child! You saw my son!
Elrond: That future is almost gone.
Arwen: But it is not lost.
Elrond: Nothing is certain.
Arwen: Some things are certain. If I leave him now, I will regret it forever. It is time.
Arwen: From the ashes a fire shall be woken. A light from the shadows shall spring. Renewed shall be blade that was broken. The crownless again shall be king.
Arwen: Reforge the sword. Ada.
Elrond: Your hands are cold. The life of the Eldar is leaving you.
Arwen: This was my choice. Ada, whether by your will or not, there is no ship now that can bear me hence.
Gandalf: We”ve just passed into the realm of Gondor.
Gandalf: Minas Tirith. City of Kings.
Gandalf: Make way!
Pippin: It”s the tree. Gandalf, Gandalf!
Gandalf: Yes, the White Tree of Gondor. The Tree of the King. Lord Denethor is not the king. He is a steward, only. A caretaker of the throne.
Gandalf: Now, listen carefully. Lord Denethor is Boromir”s father. To give him news of his beloved son”s death would be most unwise. And do not mention Frodo, or the Ring. And say nothing of Aragorn, either. In fact, it”s better if you don”t speak at all, Peregrin Took.
Gandalf: Hail Denethor, son of Ecthelion, Lord and Steward of Gondor. I come with tidings in this dark hour, and with counsel.
Denethor: Perhaps you come to explain this. Perhaps you come to tell me why my son is dead.
Pippin: Boromir died to save us, my kinsman and me. He fell defending us from many foes.
Gandalf: Pippin!
Pippin: I offer you my service, such as it is, in payment of this debt.
Gandalf: Get up! My Lord, there will be a time to grieve for Boromir. But it is not now. War is coming. The enemy is on your doorstep! As steward, you are charged with the defense of this city! Where are Gondor”s armies? You still have friends. You are not alone in this fight. Send word to Théoden of Rohan. Light the beacons.
Denethor: You think you are wise, Mithrandir, yet for all your subtleties you have not wisdom. Do you think the eyes of the White Tower are blind? I have seen more than you know. With your left hand you would use me as a shield against Mordor, and with your right you would seek to supplant me! I know who rides with Théoden of Rohan. Oh yes! Word has reached my ears of this Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and I tell you now I will not bow to this Ranger from the North, last of a ragged house long bereft of lordship.
Gandalf: Authority is not given you to deny the return of the king, Steward.
Denethor: The rule of Gondor is mine, and no other”s
Gandalf: Come.
Pippin: So I imagine this is just a ceremonial position. I mean, they don”t actually expect me to do any fighting, do they?
Gandalf: You”re in the service of the steward now. You”re going to have to do as you”re told, Peregrin Took, Guard of the Citadel.
Pippin: It”s so quiet.
Gandalf: It”s the deep breath before the plunge.
Pippin: I don”t want to be in a battle, but waiting on the edge of one I can”t escape is even worse. Is there any hope, Gandalf, for Frodo and Sam?
Gandalf: There never was much hope...just a fool”s hope. Our Enemy is ready, his full strength gathered. Not only Orcs, but Men as well. Legions of Haradrim from the south. Mercenaries from the coast. All will answer Mordor”s call. This will be the end of Gondor as we know it. Here the hammer-stroke will fall the hardest. If the river is taken, if the garrison at Osgiliath falls, the last defense of this city will be gone.
Pippin: But we have the White Wizard, that”s got to count for something. Gandalf?
Gandalf: Sauron has yet to release his deadliest servant. The one who will lead Mordor”s armies in war. The one they say no living Man can kill. The Witch-king of Angmar. You”ve met him before. He stabbed Frodo on Weathertop. He is the lord of the Nazgûl, the greatest of the Nine. Minas Morgul is his lair.
Sméagol: The dead city. Very nasty place. Full of enemies. Quick, quick! They will see, they will see. Come away, come away. Look! We have found it…the way into Mordor! The secret stair. Climb!
Sam: No! Mister Frodo!
Sméagol: Not that way!
Sméagol: What”s it doing?
Sam: No!
Frodo: They”re calling me…
Sméagol: Hide, hide!
Frodo: I can feel his blade!
Gandalf: We come to it at last. The great battle of our time.
Sméagol: Come away, Hobbits. We climb, we must climb.
Gandalf: The board is set. The pieces are moving.
Gandalf: Peregrin Took, my lad, there is a task now to be done. Another opportunity for one of the Shire-folk to prove their great worth. You must not fail me.
Gothmog: Quiet!
Faramir: To the river. Quick…
Gothmog: Faster. Draw swords!
Gandalf: Amon Dîn...
Guard: The beacon! The beacon of Amon Dîn is lit!
Gandalf: Hope is kindled.
Aragorn: The beacons of Minas Tirith! The beacons are lit! Gondor calls for aid!
Théoden: And Rohan will answer!
Théoden: Muster the Rohirrim! Assemble the Men at Dunharrow, as many Men as can be found. You have two days. On the third, we ride for Gondor…and war. Gamling!
Gamling: Sir.
Théoden: Make haste across the Riddermark. Summon every able-bodied man to Dunharrow.
Gamling: I will.
Aragorn: You ride with us?
Éowyn: Just to the encampment. It”s tradition for the Women of the Court to farewell the Men.
Éowyn: The Men have found their captain. They will follow you into battle, even to death. You have given us hope.
Théoden: (v.o.) So, it is before the walls of Minas Tirith, the doom of our time will be decided.
Éomer: Now is the hour! Riders of Rohan! Oaths you have taken, now fulfill them all! For lord and land!
Madril: Faramir! We cannot hold them! The city is lost!
Faramir: Tell the Men to break cover. We ride for Minas Tirith.
Gondorian: Nazgûl!
Gondorian: Take cover!
Faramir: Fall back! Fall back to Minas Tirith! Retreat! Retreat!
Gothmog: The age of Men is over! The time of the Orc has come!
Gondorian: It”s the White Rider!
Faramir: Mithrandir! They broke through our defenses. They”ve taken the bridge and the west bank. Battalions of Orcs are crossing the river.
Gondorian: It is as the Lord Denethor predicted! Long has he foreseen this doom!
Gandalf: Foreseen and done nothing! Faramir? This is not the first Halfling to have crossed your path?
Faramir: No...
Pippin: You”ve seen Frodo and Sam?
Gandalf: Where? When?
Faramir: In Ithilien, not two days ago. Gandalf, they”ve taken the road to the Morgul Vale.
Gandalf: And then the Pass of Cirith Ungol?
Pippin: What does that mean? What”s wrong?
Gandalf: Faramir, tell me everything.
Sméagol: Careful, master! Careful! Very far to fall. Very dangerous on the stairs. Come master!
Gollum: Come to Sméagol...
Sam: Mr. Frodo! Get back you! Don”t touch him!
Sméagol: Why does he hates poor Sméagol? What has Sméagol ever done to him?
Sméagol: Master? Master carries heavy burden, Sméagol knows. Heavy, heavy burden. The fat one cannot know. Sméagol will look after master. He wants it. He needs it! Sméagol sees it in his eyes. Very soon, he will ask you for it. You will see. The fat one will take it from you.
Witch-king: Send forth all legions. Do not stop the attack until the city is taken. Slay them all.
Gothmog: What of the Wizard?
Witch-king: I will break him.
Gondorian: What of Théoden”s Riders? Will Rohan come? Mithrandir?
Gandalf: Courage is the best defense you have now.
Pippin: Here do I swear fealty and service to Gondor, in peace or war, in living or dying, from...from this hour henceforth, until my lord release me, or death take me.
Denethor: And I shall not forget it, nor fail to reward that which is given. Fealty with love, valor with honor, disloyalty with vengeance. I do not think we should so lightly abandon the outer defenses. Defenses that your brother long held intact.
Faramir: What would you have me do?
Denethor: I will not yield the river and Pelennor unfought. Osgiliath must be retaken.
Faramir: My Lord, Osgiliath is overrun.
Denethor: Much must be risked in war. Is there a captain here who still has the courage to do his lord”s will?
Faramir: You wish now that our places had been exchanged. That I had died and Boromir had lived.
Denethor: Yes, I wish that.
Faramir: Since you are robbed of Boromir, I will do what I can in his stead. If I should return, think better of me, father.
Denethor: That will depend on the manner of your return.
Sam: What are you up to? Sneaking off are we?
Sméagol: S-sneaking? Fat Hobbit is always so polite. Sméagol shows them secret ways that nobody else can find, and they say sneak! Sneak! Very nice friend, oh yes, my precious, very nice, very...
Sam: Alright, alright! You just startled me is all. What were you doing?
Sméagol: Sneaking.
Sam: Fine, have it your own way. I”m sorry to wake you, Mister Frodo. We have to be moving on.
Frodo: It”s dark still.
Sam: It”s always dark here. It”s gone! The Elven-bread!
Frodo: What? That”s all we have left!
Sam: He took it! He must have!
Sméagol: Sméagol? No, no, not poor Sméagol. Sméagol hates nasty Elf-bread!
Sam: You”re a lying wretch! What did you do with it?
Frodo: He doesn”t eat it. He can”t have taken it.
Sméagol: Look! What”s this? Crumbs on his jacketses! He took it! He took it! I”ve seen him, he”s always stuffing his face when master”s not looking!
Sam: That”s a filthy LIE! You stinking two-faced sneak!
Frodo: Sam! Stop it! Sam!
Sam: I”ll kill him!
Frodo: Sam, no!
Sam: Oh no, I”m sorry! I didn”t mean it to go so far. I was just so...just so angry. Here ... just…let”s just rest a bit.
Frodo: I”m alright.
Sam: No, no, you”re not alright. You”re exhausted. It”s that Gollum! It”s this place. It”s that thing around your neck! I could help a bit. I could carry it for a while. Share the load.
Frodo: Get away!
Sam: I don”t want to keep it! I just want to “elp.
Sméagol: See? See? He wants it for himself.
Sam: Shut up, you! Go away, get out of here!
Frodo: No, Sam. It”s you. I”m sorry, Sam.
Sam: But he”s a liar. He”s poisoned you against me.
Frodo: You can”t help me anymore.
Sam: You don”t mean that.
Frodo: Go home.
Gandalf: Faramir! Faramir! Your father”s will has turned to madness! Do not throw away your life so rashly!
Faramir: Where does my allegiance lie, if not here?
Gandalf: Your father loves you, Faramir! He will remember it before the end.
Denethor: Can you sing, Master Hobbit?
Pippin: Well, yes. At least, well enough for my own people. But we have no songs for great halls and evil times.
Denethor: And why should your songs be unfit for my halls? Come, sing me a song.
Pippin:
Théoden: Grimbold, how many?
Grimbold: I bring five hundred Men from the Westfold, My Lord.
Rohirrim: We have three hundred more from, Théoden King.
Théoden: Where are the riders from Snowbourn?
Rohirrim: None have come, My Lord.
Théoden: Six thousand spears, less than half of what I”d hoped for.
Aragorn: Six thousand will not be enough to break the lines of Mordor.
Théoden: More will come.
Aragorn: Every hour lost hastens Gondor”s defeat. We have till dawn, then we must ride.
Legolas: The horses are restless and the Men are quiet.
Éomer: They grow nervous in the shadow of the mountain.
Gimli: That road there, where does that lead?
Legolas: It is the road to the Dwimor, the door under the mountain.
Éomer: None who venture there ever return.
Gimli: Aragorn! Let”s find some food.
Éowyn: There, a true Esquire of Rohan
Merry: I”m ready! Sorry, it isn”t all that dangerous. It”s not even sharp
Éowyn: Well, that”s no good, you won”t kill many Orcs with a blunt blade. Come on.To the smithy. Go!
Éomer: You should not encourage him.
Éowyn: You should not doubt him.
Éomer: I do not doubt his heart, only the reach of his arm.
Éowyn: Why should Merry be left behind? He has as much cause to go to war as you. Why can he not fight for those he loves?
Arwen: I choose a mortal life. I wish I could”ve seen him...one last time.
Rohirrim: Sir? King Théoden awaits you, My Lord.
Théoden: I take my leave.
Aragorn: My Lord Elrond.
Elrond: I come on behalf of one whom I love. Arwen is dying. She will not long survive the evil that now spreads from Mordor. The light of the Evenstar is failing. As Sauron”s power grows, her strength wanes. Arwen”s life is now tied to the fate of the Ring. The Shadow is upon us, Aragorn. The end has come.
Aragorn: It will not be our end, but his.
Elrond: You ride to war, but not to victory. Sauron”s armies march on Minas Tirith, this you know. But, in secret he sends another force which will attack from the river. A fleet of Corsair ships sails from the south. They”ll be in the city in two days. You”re outnumbered. You need more Men.
Aragorn: There are none.
Elrond: There are those who dwell in the mountain.
Aragorn: Murderers... traitors! You would call upon them to fight? They believe in nothing! They answer to no one!
Elrond: They will answer to the King of Gondor! Andúril, Flame of the West, forged from the Shards of Narsil.
Aragorn: Sauron will not have forgotten the Sword of Elendil. The blade that was broken shall return to Minas Tirith.
Elrond: The man who can wield the power of this sword can summon to him an army more deadly than any that walks this earth. Put aside the Ranger. Become who you were born to be. Take the Dwimor road. Ónen i-Estel Edain.
Aragorn: Ú-chebin estel anim.
Éowyn: Why are you doing this? The war lies to the east; you cannot leave on the eve of battle. You cannot abandon the Men.
Aragorn: Éowyn.
Éowyn: We need you here.
Aragorn: Why have you come?
Éowyn: Do you not know?
Aragorn: It is but a shadow and a thought that you love. I cannot give you what you seek.
Gimli: Just where do you think you”re off to?
Aragorn: Not this time. This time you must stay, Gimli.
Legolas: Have you learned nothing of the stubbornness of Dwarves?
Gimli: You might as well accept it. We”re going with you, laddie.
Rohirrim: What”s happening? Where is he going? I don”t understand. Lord Aragorn! Why does he leave on the eve of battle?
Gamling: He leaves because there is no hope.
Théoden: He leaves because he must.
Gamling: Too few have come. We cannot defeat the armies of Mordor.
Théoden: No, we cannot. But we will meet them in battle nonetheless.
Théoden: I have left instruction. The people are to follow your rule in my stead. Take up my seat in the Golden Hall. Long may you defend Edoras if the battle goes ill.
Éowyn: What other duty would you have me do, My Lord?
Théoden: Duty? No...I would have you smile again. Not grieve for those whose time has come. You shall live to see these days renewed. No more despair.
Gimli: What kind of an army would linger in such a place?
Legolas: One that is cursed. Long ago the Men of the Mountain swore an oath to the last King of Gondor, to come to his aid, to fight. But when the time came, when Gondor”s need was dire, they fled. And so Isildur cursed them, never to rest until they had fulfilled their oath.
Gimli: The very warmth of my blood seems drawn away.
Legolas: The way is shut. It was made by those who are dead, and The Dead keep it. The way is shut.
Aragorn: Brego! I do not fear death!
Gimli: Well, this is a thing unheard of. An Elf will go underground where a Dwarf dare not! Ah, I”d never hear the end of it!
Théoden: We must ride light and swift. It”s a long road ahead, and Man and beast must reach the end with the strength to fight. Little Hobbits do not belong in war, Master Meriadoc.
Merry: All my friends have gone to battle. I would be ashamed to be left behind!
Théoden: It”s a three-day gallop to Minas Tirith, and none of my Riders can bear you as a burden.
Merry: I want to fight!
Théoden: I will say no more.
Dernhelm: Ride with me.
Merry: My Lady!
Éomer: Form up! Move out!
Théoden: Ride! Ride now to Gondor!
Dead King: Who enters my domain?
Aragorn: One who will have your allegiance.
Dead King: The Dead do not suffer the living to pass.
Aragorn: Y ou will suffer me.
Dead King: The way is shut. It was made by those who are dead and The Dead keep it. The way is shut. Now you must die.
Aragorn: I summon you to fulfill your oath.
Dead King: None but the King of Gondor may command me.
Dead King: That blade was broken!
Aragorn: It has been remade. Fight for us, and regain your honor. What say you? What say you?
Gimli: You waste your time, Aragorn! They had no honor in life, they have none now in death.
Aragorn: I am Isildur”s heir! Fight for me, and I will hold your oaths fulfilled! What say you?!
Gondorian: Open the gate, quick!
Gondorian: Quick, hurry!
Denethor: Faramir! Say not that he has fallen!
Soldier: T hey were outnumbered. None survived.
Gothmog: Fear. The city is rank with it. Let us ease their pain. Release the prisoners!
Orc: Catapults!
Denethor: My sons are spent... My line has ended!
Pippin: He”s alive!
Denethor: The House of Stewards has failed!
Pippin: He needs medicine, My Lord!
Denethor: My line has ended!
Pippin: My Lord.
Denethor: Rohan has deserted us. Théoden”s betrayed me. Abandon your posts! Flee! Flee for your lives!
Gandalf: Prepare for battle!
Gandalf: Come on, Men. To the wall! Defend the wall… Return to your posts!
Gandalf: Send these foul beasts into the abyss.
Gothmog: Stay where you are.
Gondorian: Watch out!
Gondorian: Down to the lower level. Quick!
Gandalf: Hold them back. Do not give into fear! Stay at your posts!
Gandalf: Not at the towers. Aim for the Trolls! Kill the Trolls!
Gandalf: Peregrin Took, go back to the Citadel!
Pippin: They called us out to fight.
Gandalf: This is no place for a Hobbit! Guard of the Citadel indeed. Now, back! Up the hill! Quickly! Quick!
Orcs: Grond! Grond! Grond!
Sméagol: In there.
Frodo: What is this place?
Sméagol: Master must go inside the tunnel.
Frodo: Now that I”m here, I don”t think I want to.
Sméagol: It”s the only way. Go in, or go back.
Frodo: I can”t go back. What”s that smell?
Sméagol: Orcses filth. Orcses come in here sometimes. Hurry! This way!
Frodo: Sméagol?
Sméagol: Over here!
Frodo: It”s sticky! What is it?
Gollum: You will see! Oh, yes! You will see.
Frodo: Sméagol? Sméagol! Sméagol! Sam…
Galadriel: (v.o.) And you, Frodo Baggins, I give you the light of Eärendil, our most beloved star. May it be a light for you in dark places, when all other lights go out.
Frodo: Aiya Eärendil Elenion Ancalima!
Gollum: Naughty little fly, why does it cry? Caught in her web, soon you”ll be...eaten.
Gollum: Got away, did it, Precious? Not this time! Not this time!
Sméagol: It wasn”t us! It wasn”t us! Sméagol wouldn”t hurt master. We promised. You must believe us. It was the Precious! The Precious made us do it!
Frodo: I have to destroy it, Sméagol. I have to destroy it for both our sakes. I”m so sorry, Sam. So sorry.
Galadriel: This task was appointed to you, Frodo of the Shire. If you do not find a way, no one will.
Gandalf: Back to the gate! Hurry!
Denethor: No tomb for Denethor and Faramir. No long, slow, sleep of death embalmed. We shall burn, like the heathen kings of old. Bring wood and oil!
Gandalf: Steady, steady! You are soldiers of Gondor. No matter what comes through that gate, you will stand your ground. Volley! Fire!
Sam: Let him go, you filth! Let him go! You will not touch him again! Come on and finish it! Back!
Sam: Mister Frodo! Oh no! Frodo! Mister Frodo! Wake up! Don”t leave me here alone! Don”t go where I can”t follow! Wake up! Not asleep...dead!
Shagrat: What”s this? Looks like old Shelob”s been having a bit of fun.
Gorbag: Killed another one, has she?
Shagrat: No, this fellow ain”t dead.
Sam: Not dead!
Shagrat: She jabs him 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!
Sam: Samwise, you fool!
Gorbag: This scum will be awake in a couple of hours.
Shagrat: Then he”ll wish he”d never been born!
Denethor: The house of his spirit crumbles. He is burning. Already burning.
Pippin: He”s not dead! He”s not dead!
Denethor: Hear now, Peregrin, son of Paladin, I release you from my service. Go now and die in what way seems best to you.
Denethor: Pour oil on the wood!
Pippin: Gandalf! Where is Gandalf? Gandalf!
Gandalf: Retreat! The city is breached. Fall back! To the second level! Get the women and children out. Get them out!
Gothmog: Move into the city. Kill all in your path.
Gandalf: Fight! Fight to the last man! Fight for your lives!
Dernhelm: Courage, Merry. Courage for our friends.
Gothmog: Form ranks, you maggots. Form ranks. Pikes in front, archers behind.
Théoden: Éomer, take your éored down the left flank. 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!
Dernhelm: Whatever happens, stay with me. I”ll look after you.
Théoden: Ride now! Ride now! Ride! Ride for ruin, and the world”s ending! Death!
Rohirrim: Death!
Théoden: Death!
Rohirrim: Death!
Théoden: Death!
Merry: Death!
Dernhelm: Death!
Théoden: Forth, Eorlingas!!
Gothmog: Fire!
Merry: Death!
Théoden: Death!
Gothmog: Fire at will!
Pippin: Gandalf! Gandalf! Gandalf, Denethor”s lost his mind. He”s burning Faramir alive!
Gandalf: Come!
Denethor: Set a fire in our flesh.
Gandalf: Stay this madness!
Denethor: No! You will not take my son from me! Faramir.
Gandalf: So passes Denethor, son of Ecthelion.
Éomer: Drive them to the river!
Théoden: Make safe the city! Reform the line! Reform the line! Sound the charge Charge!
Dernhelm: Take the reins! Pull to the left! Left!
Éomer: Aim for the head!
Théoden: Bring it down! Bring it down! Bring it down!
Dernhelm: Merry!
Pippin: I didn”t think it would end this way.
Gandalf: End? No, the journey doesn”t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.
Pippin: What? Gandalf? See what?
Gandalf: White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.
Pippin: Well, that isn”t so bad.
Gandalf: No. No, it isn”t.
Théoden: Rally to me! To me!
Witch-king: Feast on his flesh.
Dernhelm: I will kill you if you touch him!
Witch-king: Do not come between a Nazgûl and his prey.
Orc: Late as usual, pirate scum! There”s knife work here that needs doing. Come on, ya sea rats! Get off your ships!
Gimli: There”s plenty for the both of us, may the best Dwarf win!
Witch-king: You fool, no man can kill me! Die now…
Éowyn: I am no man!
Legolas: 15, 16...
Gimli: 17... …29…
Aragorn: Legolas!
Legolas: 33, 34...
Gimli: That still only counts as one!
Théoden: I know your face...Éowyn.
Théoden: My eyes darken.
Éowyn: No. No, I am going to save you.
Théoden: 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.
Dead King: Release us.
Gimli: Bad idea. Very handy in a tight spot, these lads, despite the fact they”re dead.
Dead King: You gave us your word.
Aragorn: I hold your oath fulfilled. Go, be at peace.
Pippin: Merry! Merry, it”s me. It”s Pippin.
Merry: I knew you”d find me.
Pippin: Yes.
Merry: Are you going to leave me?
Pippin: No, Merry. I”m going to look after you.
Gorbag: Hands off! That shiny shirt, that”s mine!
Shagrat: It”s going to the Great Eye, along with everything else.
Gorbag: I don”t take orders from stinking Morgul rats!
Shagrat: You touch it, and I”ll stick this blade in your gut.
Gorbag: The scum tried to knife me. Kill him!
Sam: That”s for Frodo! And for the Shire! And that”s for my old Gaffer!
Shagrat: Stop your squealing, you dung hill rat. I”m going to bleed you like a stuck pig!
Sam: Not if I stick you first.
Frodo: Sam!
Frodo: Oh, Sam, I”m so sorry. Sorry for everything.
Sam: Let”s get you out of here.
Frodo: It”s too late. It”s over. They”ve taken it. Sam, they took the Ring.
Sam: Beggin”, your pardon, but they haven”t. I thought I”d lost you, so I took it. Only for safekeeping.
Frodo: 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.
Sam: Come on, Mister Frodo. We”d best find you some clothes. You can”t go walking through Mordor in naught but your skin.
Sam: We did it, Mister Frodo. We made it to Mordor.
Frodo: There”s so many of them. We”ll never get through unseen. It”s him…the Eye!
Sam: We have to go in there, Mister Frodo. There”s nothing for it. Come on, let”s just make it down the hill for starters.
Gandalf: Frodo has passed beyond my sight. The darkness is deepening.
Aragorn: If Sauron had the Ring we would know it.
Gandalf: It”s only a matter of time. He has suffered a defeat, yes, but behind the walls of Mordor our enemy is regrouping.
Gimli: Let him stay there. Let him rot! Why should we care?
Gandalf: Because ten thousand Orcs now stand between Frodo and Mount Doom. I”ve sent him to his death.
Aragorn: No. There”s still hope for Frodo. He needs time, and safe passage across the Plains of Gorgoroth. We can give him that.
Gimli: How?
Aragorn: Draw out Sauron”s armies. Empty his lands. Then we gather our full strength and march on the Black Gate.
Éomer: We cannot achieve victory through strength of arms.
Aragorn: 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.
Legolas: A diversion.
Gandalf: Sauron will suspect a trap. He will not take the bait.
Gimli: Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?
Orc: To the gate, you slugs! Move out! To the gate!
Sam: Look, the Orcs! They”re moving off. You see, Mister Frodo, some luck at last.
Sam: Take mine, there”s a few drops left.
Frodo: There”ll be none left for the return journey.
Sam: I don”t think there will be a return journey, Mister Frodo.
Sam: Frodo! Get down! Hide! Frodo!
Pippin: Where are they?
Aragorn: Let the Lord of the Black Land come forth. Let justice be done upon him. Fall back! Fall back!
Sam: It”s gone, Mister Frodo. The light”s passed on, away towards the North. Something”s drawn its gaze.
Aragorn: Hold your ground! Hold your ground. Sons of Gondor! Of Rohan! My brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of Men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the Age of Men comes crashing down, but it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!
Gimli: Never thought I”d die fighting side by side with an elf.
Legolas: What about side by side with a friend?
Gimli: Aye, I could do that.
Sam: Do you remember the Shire, Mister Frodo? It”ll be spring soon, and the Orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket and they”ll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields. And eating the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?
Frodo: No, Sam, I can”t recall the taste of food. Nor the sound of water. Or the touch of grass. I”m naked in the dark. There”s nothing…no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I can see him with my waking eyes!
Sam: Then let us be rid of it, once and for all! Come on, Mister Frodo. I can”t carry it for you, but I can carry you! Come on!
Sauron: Aragorn...Elessar...
Aragorn: For Frodo…
Sam: Look, Mister Frodo. A doorway! We”re almost there.
Gollum: Clever Hobbits, to climb so high!
Sam: Frodo!
Pippin: Eagles! The Eagles are coming!
Sam: Frodo!
Frodo: I”m here, Sam.
Sam: Destroy it!
Sam: Go on. Now! Throw it in the fire. What are you waiting for? Just let it go!
Frodo: The Ring is mine!
Sam: No...no… Nooooooo!
Gollum: Precious, precious, precious, precious!
Sam: Give me your hand! Take my hand! No! Don”t you let go! Don”t let go. Reach!
Merry: Frodo!
Frodo: It”s gone. It”s done.
Sam: Yes, Mister Frodo. It”s over now.
Frodo: I can see the Shire…the Brandywine River…Bag End…Gandalf”s fireworks…the lights in the Party Tree.
Sam: Rosie Cotton dancing. She had ribbons in her hair. If ever I was to marry someone, it would”ve been her. It would”ve been her.
Frodo: I”m glad to be with you, Samwise Gamgee, here at the end of all things.
Frodo: Gandalf?
Merry: Frodo!
Frodo: Gimli! (v.o.) Aragorn.
Gandalf: Now come the days of the king. May they be blessed.
Aragorn: This day does not belong to one man but to all. Let us together rebuild this world that we may share in the days of peace. Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien. Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn” Ambar-metta.
Aragorn: Hannon le.
Aragorn: My friends. You bow to no one.
Frodo: (v.o.) And thus it was, the Fourth Age of Middle-earth began, and the Fellowship of the Ring, though eternally bound by friendship and love, was ended. Thirteen months to the day, since Gandalf sent us on our long journey, we found ourselves looking upon a familiar site. We were home.
Frodo: How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep…that have taken hold.
Sam: Mr. Frodo? What is it?
Frodo: It”s been four years to the day since Weathertop, Sam. It”s never really healed.
Sam: “There and Back again, a Hobbit”s Tale by Bilbo Baggins”…and “The Lord of the Rings by Frodo Baggins.” You finished it.
Frodo: Not quite. There”s room for a little more.
Frodo: (v.o.) Bilbo once told me, his part in this tale would end. That each of must come and go in the telling. Bilbo”s story was now over. There would be no more journeys for him…save one.
Bilbo: Tell me again, lad...where are we going?
Frodo: To the harbor, Uncle. The elves have accorded you a special honor. A place on the last ship to leave Middle-earth.
Bilbo: Frodo, any chance of seeing that old Ring of mine again? Hmm? The one I gave you?
Frodo: I”m sorry, Uncle. I”m afraid I lost it.
Bilbo: Oh. Did ye? I should like to have held it, one last time.
Bilbo: Oh! Here is a sight that I have never seen before.
Galadriel: The power of the three rings is ended. The time has come for the Dominion of Men.
Elrond: I Aear can vên na mar.
Bilbo: I think I”m quite ready for another adventure.
Gandalf: Farewell, my brave Hobbits. My work is now finished. Here at last, on the shores of the sea, comes the end of our Fellowship. I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil. It is time, Frodo.
Sam: What does he mean?
Frodo: We set out to save the Shire, Sam. And it has been saved. But not for me.
Sam: You don”t mean that. You can”t leave!
Frodo: The last pages are for you, Sam.
Frodo: (v.o.) My dear Sam, you cannot always be torn in two. You will have to be one and whole for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do. Your part in this story will go on.
Sam: Well, I”m back.