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The Lord of the Rings
The Two Towers
SAM: Frodo? It's the Ring isn't it?
FRODO: It's getting heavier. What food have we got left?
SAM: Well, 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 is not bad.
FRODO: Nothing ever dampens your spirits does it Sam?
SAM: Those rainclouds might.
SARUMAN: 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, Lord Sauron, we shall rule this Middle-Earth. The old world will burn in the fires of industry. Forests will fall. A new order will rise. We will drive the machinery of war with the sword and the spear and the iron fist of the Orc. We have only to remove those who oppose us.
BAGLOR: I'm starving. We ain't 'ad nothin' but maggoty bread for three stinkin' days!
ROC: Yeah! Why can't we have some meat? What about them? They're freshshsh!
UGLÚK: They are not for eating!
GRISHNÁKH: What about their legs? They don't need those. Ooh! They look tasty!
UGLÚK: Get back!
UGLÚK: Looks like meat's back on the menu boys!
TREEBEARD: Little Orcs, burarum!
PIPPIN: It's talking Merry. The tree is talking.
TREEBEARD: Tree? I am no tree! I am an Ent.
MERRY: A Treeherder! A shepherd of the forest.
PIPPIN: Don't talk to it Merry. Don't encourage it.
TREEBEARD: Treebeard some call me.
PIPPIN: And whose side are you on?
TREEBEARD: Side? I am on nobody's side. Because nobody is on my side, little Orc. Nobody cares for the woods anymore.
MERRY: We are not Orcs. We are Hobbits!
TREEBEARD: 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!
MERRY: No! You don't understand. We are Hobbits, Halflings. Shirefolk!
TREEBEARD: Maybe you are, and maybe you aren't. The White Wizard will know.
PIPPIN: The White Wizard?
GANDALF: From the lowest dungeon to the highest peak, I fought him, 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 each 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.
LEGOLAS: That is one of the Mearas, unless my eyes are cheated by some spell.
GANDALF: Shadowfax. He's the lord of all horses and he's been my friend through many dangers.
HAMA: I cannot allow you before Théoden-king so armed, Gandalf Grayhame... By order of - Grima Wormtongue. Your staff.
GANDALF: Hmm? Mm. Oh. You would not part an old man from his - walking stick.
THÉODEN: No parent should have to bury their child.
HAMA: 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.
GIMLI: Helm's Deep! They flee to the mountains when they should stand and fight. Who will defend them if not their king?
ARAGORN: He is only doing what he thinks is best for his people. Helm's Deep has saved them in the past.
GANDALF: There is no way out of that of ravine. Théoden is walking into a trap. He thinks he is leading them to safety but what he'll 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 defences have to hold.
ARAGORN: They will hold.
GANDALF: The Grey Pilgrim. That's what they used to call me. Three hundred lives of men have I 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 of the fifth day. At dawn, look to the East.
ARAGORN: You have some skill with the blade.
ÉOWYN: The women of this country learned long ago that those without swords may still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain.
ARAGORN: What do you fear my lady?
ÉOWYN: A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them. And all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.
ARAGORN: You are a daughter of kings. A shieldmaiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate.
SAM: Hey Stinker! Don't go getting too far ahead!
FRODO: Why do you do that?
FRODO: Call him names? Run him down all the time.
SAM: Because. 'Cause that's what he is, Mr. Frodo. There's naught left in 'im but lies and deceit. It's the Ring he wants. It's all he cares about.
FRODO: You have no idea what it did to him. What it's still doing to him. I want to help him Sam.
FRODO: Because I have to believe he could come back.
SMÉAGOL: Look! Look! See what Sméagol finds! Ehehe! Hohohhooo! They are young! They are tender, they are nice. Yes they are! Eat them. Eat them.
SAM: Make him sick you will, behaving like that. There's only one way to eat a brace of coneys.
SMÉAGOL: Argh!! What's he doing! Stupid fat hobbit. You ruins it!
SAM: What's to ruin? There's hardly any meat on them. What we need it a few good taters.
SMÉAGOL: What's taters, Preciousss? What's taters? Huh?
SAM: Po-ta-toes!! Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew. Lovely big golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish.
SAM: Even you couldn't say no to that.
SMÉAGOL: Oh yes we could. Ssspoiling nice fish! Give it to us raw and wwwriggling. You keep nasty chips!
SAM: You're hopeless.
GIMLI: It's true you don't see many dwarf women. And in fact, they are so alike in voice and appearance, they are often mistaken for dwarf men.
ARAGORN: It's the beards.
GIMLI: And this in turn has given rise to the belief that there are no dwarf women. And the dwarves just, spring out of holes in the ground!
GRIMA: Helm's Deep has one weakness. It's outer wall is solid rock but for a small culvert at its base, which is little more than a drain. How? How can fire undo stone? What kind of device could bring down a wall?
SARUMAN: If the wall is breached, Helm's Deep will fall.
GRIMA: Even if it is breached, it would take a number beyond reckoning, thousands to storm the keep.
SARUMAN: Tens of thousands.
GRIMA: But, my lord, there is no such force.
ORC ARMY: Durbgu nazgshu, Durbgu dashshu!
SARUMAN: A new power is rising. It's victory is at hand. This night the land will be stained with the blood of Rohan! March to Helm's Deep! Leave none alive! To war! There will be no dawn for Men.
ELROND: Arwen. Tollen i lû. I chair gwannar na Valannor. Si bado, no círar. (Arwen. It is time. The ships are leaving for Valinor. Go now before it is too late.)
ARWEN: I have made my choice.
ELROND: He is not coming back. Why do you linger here when there is no hope?"
ARWEN: There is still hope.
ELROND: If Aragorn survives this war, you will still be parted. If Sauron is defeated and Aragorn made king and all that you hope for comes true... you will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality. Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Aragorn will die. And there will be no comfort for you, no comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death. An image of the splendor of the kings of men in glory, undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, my daughter, you will linger on, in darkness and in doubt. As nightfall winter that comes without a star. Here you will dwell, bound to you grief, under the fading trees, until all the world has changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent. Arwen... there is nothing for you here, only death.
GALADRIEL: I amar prestar aen, han mathon ne nen, han mathon ne chae a han noston ned 'wilith. (The world is changed; I can feel it in the water, I can feel it in the earth, I can smell it in the air.)
The power of the enemy is growing. Sauron will use his puppet Saruman to destroy the people of Rohan. Isengard has been unleashed. The Eye of Sauron now turns to Gondor. The last free kingdom of men. His war on this country will come swiftly. He senses the Ring is close. The strength of the Ringbearer is failing.
In his heart, Frodo begins to understand. The quest will claim his life. You know this. You have foreseen it. It is the risk we all took. In the gathering dark, the will of the Ring grows strong. It works hard now to find its way back into the hands of men. Men, who are so easily seduced by its power. The young captain of Gondor has but to extend his hand to take the Ring for his own and the world will fall. It is close now, so close to achieving his goal. For Sauron will have dominion over all life on this Earth, even until the ending of the world. The time of the elves is over. Do we leave Middle-Earth to its fate? Do we let them stand alone?
PARN: Our scouts report Saruman has attacked Rohan. Théoden’s people have fled to Helm’s Deep. But we must look to our own borders. Faramir, Orcs are on the move. Sauron is marshalling an army. Easterlings and Southrons are passing through the Black Gate.
FARAMIR: How many?
PARN: Some thousands. More come every day.
FARAMIR: Who’s covering the river to the north?
PARN: We pulled five hundred men out of Osgiliath, but if the city is attacked, we won’t hold it.
FARAMIR: Saruman attacks from Isengard. Sauron from Mordor. The fight will come to men on both fronts. Gondor is weak. Sauron will strike us soon. And he will strike hard. He knows now we do not have the strength to repel him.
FARAMIR: My men tell me that you are Orc spies.
SAM: Spies! Now wait just a minute!
FARAMIR: Well, if you’re not spies, then who are you? Speak!
FRODO: We are hobbits of the Shire. Frodo Baggins is my name and this is Samwise Gamgee.
FARAMIR: Your bodyguard?
SAM: His gardener.
FRODO: We set out from Rivendell with seven companions. One we lost in Moria. Two were my kin. A dwarf there was also. And an elf. And two men. Aragorn, son of Arathorn and Boromir of Gondor.
FARAMIR: You are a friend of Boromir?
FRODO: Yes, for my part.
FARAMIR: It would grieve you then to learn that he is dead.
FRODO: Dead? How? When?
FARAMIR: As one of his companions, I had hoped you would tell me. He was my brother.
ARAGORN: All Isengard is e,ptied.
THÉODEN: How many?
ARAGORN: Ten thousand strong at least.
ARAGORN: It is an army bred for a single purpose: to destroy the world of Men. They will be here by nightfall.
THÉODEN: Let them come.
THÉODEN: I want every man and strong lad able to bear arms, to be ready for battle by nightfall. We will cover the causeway and the gate from above. No army has ever breached the deeping wall or set foot inside the Hornburg.
GIMLI: This is not a rabble of mindless Orcs. These are Uruk-hai. Their armor is thick and their shields broad.
THÉODEN: I have fought many wars, Master Dwarf. I know how to defend my own keep. They will break upon this fortress like water on rock. Saruman’s hordes will pillage and burn. We’ve seen it before. Crops can be resown. Homes rebuilt. Within these walls, we will outlast them.
ARAGORN: They do not come to destroy Rohan’s crops or villages. They come to destroy its people. Down to the last child!
THÉODEN: What would you have me do? Look at my men. Their courage hangs by a thread. If this is to be our end, then I would have them make such an end as to be worthy of remembrance!
ARAGORN: Send out riders, my lord. You must call for aid.
THÉODEN: And who will come. Elves? Dwarves? We are not so lucky in our friends as you. The old alliances are dead.
ARAGORN: Gondor will answer.
THÉODEN: Gondor? Where was Gondor when the Westfold fell? Where was Gondor when our enemies closed in around us? Where was Gon.. No, my lord Aragorn, we are alone.
TREEBEARD: The ents have not troubled about the wars of men and wizards for a very long time. But now something is about to happen that has not happened for an age: an ent moot.
MERRY: What’s that?
TREEBEARD: 't is a gathering.
MERRY: A gathering of what?
TREEBEARD: Beech, Oak, Chestnut, Ash. Good, good, good. Many have come. Now we must decide if the ents will go to war.
THÉODEN: How is this possible?
HALDIR: I bring word from Elrond of Rivendell. An alliance once existed between Elves and Men. Long ago we fought and died together. We come to honour that allegiance.
ARAGORN: Mae govannen, Haldir! (Wel met, Haldir) You are most welcome!
HALDIR: We are proud to fight alongside men once more.
GIMLI: Arg... You could have picked a better spot.
ARAGORN: A Eruchin, ú-dano i faelas a hyn, an uben tanatha le faelas. (Show them no mercy for you shall receive none!)
GIMLI: What’s happening out there?
LEGOLAS: Shall I describe it to you? Or would you like me to find you a box?
ARAGORN: Pendraith! (Ladders!)
GIMLI: Legolas, two already!
LEGOLAS: I’m on seventeen!
GIMLI: Arg! I’ll have no pointy-ear outscoring me!
TREEBEARD: We have just agreed.
TREEBEARD: I have told your names to the ent moot and we have agreed: you are not Orcs.
PIPPIN: Well that’s good news.
MERRY: And what about Saruman? Have you come to a decision about him?
TREEBEARD: Now don’t be hasty, Master Meriadoc.
MERRY: Hasty? Our friends are out there. They need our help! They cannot fight this war on their own.
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.
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?
TREEBEARD: This is not our war.
MERRY: But your part of this world! Aren’t you? You must help. Please. You must do something.
TREEBEARD: 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 Tuckborough and Buckland will burn. And... and all that was once green and good in this world will be gone. There won’t be a Shire, Pippin.
GIMLI: Oh, come on. We can take them!
ARAGORN: It’s a long way.
GIMLI: Toss me.
GIMLI: I cannot jump the distance so you'll have to toss me. Ehh.. Don’t tell the elf.
ARAGORN: Not a word.
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 you're 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.
PIPPIN: No we won’t. Not this time.
TREEBEARD: OH! Many of these trees were my friends. Creatures I have known from nut and acorn.
PIPPIN: I’m sorry, Treebeard.
TREEBEARD: They had voices of their own. Saruman. A wizard should know better! There is no curse in elvish, entish or the tongues of men for this treachery! My business is with Isengard tonight. With rock and stone.
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.
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!
FRODO: I can’t do this, Sam.
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.
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.
FRODO: What are we holding on to, Sam?
SAM: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.
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.
SAM: I wonder if we’ll ever be put into songs or tales.
SAM: 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 a lot.’
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.’
SAM: Now Mr. Frodo, you shouldn’t make fun. I was being serious.
FRODO: So was I.
SAM: Samwise the Brave.
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