You cannot pass!
Gandalf!
I'm the 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!
- No, no! - Gandalf!
Fly you fools!
NO!
Gandalf!
What is it, Mr. Frodo?
Nothing.
Just a dream.
Mordor.
The one place in Middle-earth we don't wanna see any closer.
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.
Mr. Frodo?
It's the Ring isn't it?
It's getting heavier.
What food have we got left?
Well, let me see.
Oh yes, lovely.
Lembas bread.
And look!
More lembas bread.
I don't usually hold to foreign food, -
- but this elvish stuff is not bad.
Nothing ever dampens your spirits, does it Sam?
Those rainclouds might.
This looks strangely familiar.
It's because we've been here before!
We're going in circles!
What's that 'orrid stink?
I'll warrant there's a nasty bog nearby.
- Can you smell it? - Yes.
I can smell it.
We're not alone.
The thieves!
The filthy little thieves!
Where is it?
They stole it from us.
My precious.
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!
It burns us!
It freezes!
Must have trusted it.
- Take it off us! - Quiet you!
It's hopeless!
Every Orc in Mordor could have heard this racket!
Let's tie him up and leave him!
No!
Thats 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.
We swears!
There is no promise you can make that I can trust.
We swears to serve the master of the Precious.
We swear on, on the Precious!
Gollum Gollum.
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! Get down! - Sam!
He's trying to trick us!
If we let him go, he'll throttle us into our sleep!
You know the way to Mordor?
Yes.
You've been there before?
Yes.
You will lead us to the Black Gate.
Merry.
Merry!
What is it? What do you smell?
Man-flesh.
Aragorn!
They've picked up our trail!
Let's go!
Their pace is quickened.
They must have caught our scent.
Hurry!
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 are gaining on them.
I'm wasted on cross-country.
We dwarves are natural sprinters.
Very dangerous over short distances.
Rohan.
Home of the Horse-lords.
There's something strange at work here.
Some evil gives speed to these creatures.
Sets it's will against us.
Legolas! What do your elf-eyes see?
The Uruks turn northeast.
They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!
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, 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 fist of the Orc.
We have only to remove those who oppose us.
The horsemen took your lands.
They drove your people into the hills -
- to scratch the living of rocks.
Murderers!
Take back the lands they stole from you.
Burn every village!
It will begin in the Rohan.
Too long have these peasants stood against you.
But no more.
Éothain! Éothain!
You take your sister.
You'll go faster with just two.
Papa says Éothain must not ride Peru. He is too big for him!
Listen to me!
You must ride to Edoras and raise the alarm.
- Do you understand me? - Yes, mum.
I don't wanna leave.
- I don't wanna go, mum! - Freda.
I will find you there.
Quickly!
Go, child!
Rohan, my lord, -
- is ready to fall.
Théodred.
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.
Gríma...
Gríma.
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.
Warmongering?
How long is it since Saruman bought you?
What was the promised price, Gríma?
When all the men are dead you would take a 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.
Too much.
You are banished forthwith from the kingdom of Rohan, -
- under pain of death.
Keep breathing, that's the key!
Breathe! Ho!
They run as if the very whips of their masters were behind them.
We're not goin' no further -
- till we've 'ad a breather.
Get the fire going!
Merry.
Merry!
I think, -
- we might have made a mistake leaving the Shire, Pippin.
What's making that noise?
It's the trees.
What?
You remember the Old Forest?
On the borders of Buckland?
Folks used to say that there was something in the water that made the trees grow tall, -
- and come alive.
Alive?
Trees who could whisper, -
- talk to each other, -
- even move.
I'm starving.
We ain't 'ad nothin' but maggoty bread for three stinkin' days!
Yeah!
Why can't we have some meat?
What about them?
They're fresh!
They are not for eating!
What about their legs?
They don't need those.
Ooh! They look tasty!
Get back, scum!
Carve it up!
Just a mouthful?
No!
Looks like meat's back on the menu, boys!
Pippin, let's go!
Go on, -
- call for help.
Squeal!
No one's gonna save you now!
Pippin!
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?
Speak quickly!
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'm 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 claim lordship over his 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 not spies.
We track a band of Uruk-hai westward across the plain.
They've 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.
Dead?
I'm sorry.
Hasufel! Arod!
May these horses bear you to better fortune than their former masters.
Farewell.
Look for your friends, -
- but do not trust to hope.
It has forsaken these lands.
We ride north!
It's one of their little belts.
May they find peace after death.
We failed them.
A Hobbit lay here, -
- and the other.
They crawled.
Their hands were bound.
Their bonds were cut.
They ran over here.
They were followed.
The belt!
Run!
Tracks lead away from the battle, -
- into Fangorn Forest.
Fangorn!
What madness drew them there?
Did we lose him? I think we lost him.
I'm gonna rip off both your little heads!
Trees! Climb a tree!
He's gone.
Merry!
Let's put a maggot-hole in your belly.
Run, Merry!
Little Orcs! Burárum.
It's talking, Merry. The tree is talking.
Tree?
I am no tree!
I am an Ent.
Tree-herd.
Shepherd of the forest.
Don't talk to it Merry.
Don't encourage it.
Treebeard some call me.
And whose side are you on?
Side?
I am on nobody's side.
Because nobody is on my side, little Orc.
Nobody cares for the woods anymore.
We're not Orcs.
We're Hobbits!
Hobbits?
Never heard of a Hobbit before.
Sounds like Orc-mischief to me.
They come with fire, -
- they come with axes.
Annoying, biting, breaking, hacking, burning.
Destroyers and usurpers. Curse them!
No! You don't understand.
We're Hobbits, Halflings. Shirefolk!
Maybe you are, and maybe you aren't.
The White Wizard will know.
The White Wizard?
Saruman!
See, see, we've led you out!
Hurry, hobbitses! Hurry!
Very lucky we find you.
Nice hobbit.
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 are quickly.
I found it. I did.
The way through the marshes.
Orcs don't use it.
Orcs don't know it.
They go round for miles and miles.
Come quickly.
Swift and quick as shadows we must be.
There are dead things!
Dead faces in the water!
All dead.
All rotten.
Elves and Men and Orcses.
A great battle long ago.
The Dead Marshes.
Yes, yes! That is the name.
This way.
Don't follow the lights.
Careful now!
Or hobbits go down to join the Dead ones, -
- and light little candles of their own.
Frodo!
- Gollum? - Don't follow the lights!
Mr. Frodo!
Are you alright?
So bright, -
- so beautiful.
Ah precious.
What did you say?
Master should be resting.
Master needs to keep up his strength.
Who are you?
Mustn't ask us, not his business.
Gollum, Gollum.
Gandalf told me you were one of the River Folk.
Cold be heart and hand and bone. Cold be travellers far from home.
He said your life was a sad story.
They do not see what lies ahead, when sun has faded and moon is dead.
You were not so very different from a Hobbit once... -
- ...were you... -
- ...Sméagol?
What did you call me?
That was your name once, wasn't it?
A long time ago.
My name...
Sméagol.
Black Riders!
Hide! Hide!
Come on, Frodo!
Come on!
They will see us! They will see us.
I thought they were dead!
Dead?
No, you cannot kill them. No!
Wraiths! Wraiths on wings!
They are calling for it.
They are calling for the Precious.
Mr. Frodo! It's alright. I'm here.
Hurry, hobbits!
The Black Gate is very close.
Orc-blood!
These are strange tracks.
The air is so close in here.
This forest is old.
Very old.
Full of memory... -
- ...and anger.
The trees are speaking to each other.
Gimli!
Lower your axe.
Aragorn, nad no ennas!
Man cenich?
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?
Show yourself!
It cannot be!
You fell!
Through fire -
- and water.
On 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 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.
Gandalf.
Gandalf?
Oh yes.
That's what they used to call me.
Gandalf the Grey.
That was my name.
Gandalf!
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.
War has come to Rohan.
We must ride to Edoras with all speed.
That is one of the Mearas, -
- unless my eyes are cheated by some spell.
Shadowfax.
He's the lord of all horses -
- and he's been my friend through many dangers.
My home.
I sleep in the forest here.
The roots of the mountain.
I told Gandalf I would keep you safe and safe is where I'll keep you.
The trees have gone wild and dangerous.
Anger festes in their hearts.
They will harm you if they can.
There are too few of us now.
Too few of us that's left to manage them.
The Black Gate of Mordor.
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.
I did.
That's just it.
We cannot get past them.
Look!
The gate, -
- it's opening!
I can see a way down.
Sam! No!
Master!
I do not ask you to come with me, Sam.
I know, Mr. Frodo.
I doubt even these elvish cloaks will aid us in there.
Now!
No! No master!
They catch you! They catch you!
Don't take it to Him.
He wants the Precious.
Always he's looking for it.
And the Precious is wanting to go back to him, -
- but we musn't let him have it.
No!
There's another way.
More secret, and dark way.
Why haven't you spoken of this before?!
Because master did not ask!
He's up to something.
Are you saying that there is another way to Mordor?
Yes.
There's a path, -
- and some stairs, -
- and then... -
- ...a tunnel.
He has led us this far, Sam.
Mr. Frodo, no!
He's been true to his word.
No!
Lead the way, Sméagol.
Good Sméagol always helps.
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.
My lord?
Uncle?
Will you not go to him?
Will you do nothing?
Be careful what you say.
Do not look for welcome here.
Oh, he, 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!
But you are alone.
Who knows what you've spoken to the darkness,
- in bitter watches of the night, -
- when all your life seems to shrink?
The walls of your bower closing in about you.
A hutch to travel some wild thing.
So fair, -
- so cold, -
- like a morning pale spring still clinging to winter's chill.
Your words are poison.
You find more cheer in a graveyard.
I cannot allow you before Théoden-king so armed, -
- Gandalf Grayhame.
By order of Gríma Wormtongue.
Your staff.
No, you would not part an old man from his walking stick.