Crops can be resown.
Homes rebuilt.
Within these walls, -
- we will outlast them.
They do not come to destroy Rohan's crops or villages.
They come to destroy its people.
Down to the last child!
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!
Send out riders, my lord.
You must call for aid.
And who will come?
Elves?
Dwarves?
We are not so lucky in our friends as you.
The old alliances are dead.
Gondor will answer.
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.
Get the women and children into the caves.
We need more time to lay provisions for a siege...
There is no time.
War is upon us!
Secure the gate.
We 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:
Entmoot!
What's that?
It is a gathering.
A gathering of what?
Beech, Oak, Chestnut, Ash.
Good, good, good many have come.
Now we must decide if the Ents will go to war.
Leave that! Move to the caves!
Quickly now!
Farmers, farriers, stable boys.
These are no soldiers.
Most have seen too many winters.
Or too few.
Look at them.
They're frightened.
I can see it in their eyes.
Boe a hyn -
- neled herain -
- dan caer menig.
Si beriathar hýn ammaeg nâ ned Edoras.
Nedin dagor hen ú-'erir otheri.
Natha daged dhaer.
Then I shall die as one them!
Let him go, lad.
Let him be.
Every villager able to wield a sword has been sent to the armory.
My lord?
Who am I, Gamling?
You are our king, sire.
And do you trust your king?
Your men, my lord, -
- will follow you to whatever end.
To whatever end.u
Where is the horse and the rider?
Where is the horn that was blowing?
They have passed like rain on the mountains.
Like wind in the meadow.
The days have gone down in the west.
Behind the hills, -
- into shadow.
How did it come to this?
Give me your sword.d
What is your name?
Haleth, son of Háma, my lord.
The men are saying that we will not live out the night.
They say that it is hopeless.
This is a good sword, -
Haleth, son of Háma.
There is always hope.
We have trusted you this far and you have not led us astray.
Forgive me.
I was wrong to despair.
Ú-moe edhored, Legolas.
We had time, I'd get this adjusted.
It's a little tight across the chest.
That is no Orc horn!
Send for the king.
Open the gate!
How is this possible?
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.
Welcome, Haldir!
You are most welcome!
We are proud to fight alongside Men, once more.
You could have picked a better spot.
Well lad.
The luck you live by it.
Let's hope it lasts the night.
Your friends are with you, Aragorn.
Let's hope they last the night.
A Eruchin, ú-dano i faelas a hyn -
- an uben tanatha le!
What's happening out there?
Shall I describe it to you?
Or would you like me to find you a box?
Dartho!
So it begins.
Faeg i-varv dîn na lanc -
- a nu ranc!
Hado i philinn!
Anybody hit anything?
Give them a volley.
Fire!
Keep firing!
Send them to me! Come on!
Pendraith!
Good!
Legolas, two already!
I'm on seventeen!
I'll have no pointy-ear outscoring me!
Nineteen!
Merry!
We have just agreed.
Yes?
I have told your names to the Entmoot -
- and we have agreed:
You are not Orcs.
Well that's good news.
And what about Saruman?
Have you come to a decision about him?
Now don't be hasty, Master Meriadoc.
Hasty?
Our friends are out there.
They need our help!
They cannot fight this war on their own.
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.
Seventeen.
Eighteen.
Nineteen.
Twenty.
Twenty one
Twenty two.
Northway! Nauthannen!
Is this it?
Is this all you can conjure, Saruman.
Dago han, Legolas!
Dago han!
Brace the gate!
Hold them!
Stand fast!
Aragorn!
Gimli!
Hurl the arrows!
Herio!
The Ents cannot hold back this storm.
We must weather such things as we ever was done.
How can that be your decision?
This is not our war.
But you're 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.
Maybe Treebeard is 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.
The fires of Isengard will spread.
And the woods of Tuckburough 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.
Aragorn, pull back to the Keep!
Na Barad!
Haldir!
Na Barad!
What are you all stopping for?
Haldir!
Brace the gate!
To the gate!
Draw your swords!
Make way!
We can't hold much longer.
Hold them!
How long do you need?
As long as you can give me!
Gimli!
Come on. We can take them!
It's a long way.
Toss me.
What?
I cannot jump the distance so you have to toss me.
Don't tell the Elf.
Not a word!
Shore up the door!
Gimli! Aragorn!
Get out of there!
Aragorn!
Pull everybody back.
Pull them back!
Pull back!
Fall back!
They are broken through!
The castle is free!
Retreat!
Hurry!
Inside! Get them inside!
To the Keep!
I will leave you at the western borders of the forest.
You can make your way north to your homeland from there.
Wait! Stop!
Turn around.
Take us south!
South?
But that will lead you past Isengard.
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.
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.
Are you mad, we'll be caught.
No, we won't.
Not this time
Look.
Osgiliath burns.
Mordor has come.
The Ring will not save Gondor.
It has only the power to destroy.
Please, let me go.
Hurry!
Faramir, you must let me go!
...and a little family of field mice that climb up sometimes and it tickle me awfully.
They're always trying to get somewhere with it...
Many of these trees were my friends.
Creatures I had known from nut and acorn.
I'm sorry, 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 a rock and stone.
Yes!
Rárum rárum! Come my friends.
The Ents are going to war.
It is likely that we go to our doom.
The last march of the Ents.
Faramir, the Orcs have taken the eastern shore.
Their numbers are too great.
By nightfall we'll be overrun.
Mr. Frodo!
It's calling to Him, Sam.
His Eye's almost on me.
Hold on, Mr. Frodo.
Take them to my father.
Tell him Faramir sends a mighty gift.
A weapon that will change our fortunes in this war.
You wanna know what happened to Boromir?
You wanna 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!
Watch out!
Mr. Frodo?
They're here.
They've come.
Nazgûl!
Stay here. Keep out of sight.
Take cover!
The fortress is taken. It is over.
You said this fortress would never fall while your men defend it.
They still defend it.
They have died defending it!
They're breaking in!
Is there no other way for the women and children to get out of the caves?
Is there no other way?
There is one passage.
It leads into the mountains.
But they will not get far. The Uruk-hai are too many.
Send word for the women and children to make for the mountain pass.
And barricade the entrance!
So much death.
What can men do against such reckless hate?
Ride out with me.
Ride out and meet them.
For death and glory?
For Rohan.
For your people.
The sun is rising.
Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day.
At dawn look to the east.
Yes!
The Horn of Helm Hammerhand -
- shall sound in the deep -
- one last time.
Yes!
Let this be the hour when we draw swords together.
Fell deeds awake.
Now for wrath!
Now for ruin.
And the red dawn!
Forth Eorlingas!
Gandalf.
Théoden-king stands alone.
Not alone.
Rohirrim!
Éomer!
To the king!
A hit. A fine hit.
Break the dam!
Release the river!
Pippin, hold on!
Hold on, little hobbits!
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
It's me.
It's your Sam.
Don't you know your Sam?
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?
Victory! We have victory!
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.
What are we holding on to, 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.
You know the laws of our country.
The laws of your father.
If you let them go, your life will be forfeit.
Then it is forfeit.
Release them.
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.
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 famous of hobbits. And that's saying a lot."
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.
So was I.
Samwise the Brave.
Sméagol!
We're not gonna wait for you. Come on.
Master...
Master looks after us.
Master wouldn't hurt us.
Master broke his promise!
Don't ask Sméagol.
Poor, poor Sméagol.
Master betrayed us!
Wicked, tricksy, false!
We ought to ring his filthy little neck!
Kill him! Kill him! Kill them both.
Then we take the Precious and we be the master.
But the fat hobbit. He knows. Eyes always watching.
Then we stabs them out.
Put out his eyses. And make him crawl.
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Kill them both.
Yes! No. No.
It's too risky, it's too risky.
Where is he? Where's he gone?
Gollum, where are you? Sméagol?
We could let her do it.
Yes. She could do it.
Yes, Precious she could.
And then we takes it once they're dead.
Once they're dead.
Come on, hobbits.
Long ways to go, yet.
Sméagol will show you the way.
Follow me.
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