Pull!
Mithrandir.
They broke through our defenses.
They've taken the bridge and the west bank.
- Battalions of Orcs are crossing the river. - It is as the Lord Denethor predicted.
- Long has he foreseen this doom. - Foreseen and done nothing.
Faramir?
This is not the first Halfling to have crossed your path.
No.
You've seen Frodo and Sam?
- Where? When? - In Ithilien.
Not two days ago.
Gandalf, they're taking the road to the Morgul Vale.
And then the pass of Cirith Ungol.
What does that mean?
- What's wrong? - Faramir, tell me everything.
Careful, master. Careful.
Very far to fall.
Very dangerous are the stairs.
Come, master.
Come to Sméagol.
Mr. Frodo.
Get back, you!
Don't touch him!
Why does he hates poor Sméagol?
What has Sméagol ever done to him?
Master?
Master carries heavy burden.
Sméagol knows. Heavy, heavy burden.
Fat one cannot know.
Sméagol look after master.
He wants it.
He needs it. Sméagol sees it in his eye.
Very soon he will ask you for it. You will see.
The fat one will take it from you.
Send forth all legions.
Do not stop the attack until the city is taken.
Slay them all.
- What of the wizard? - I will break him.
What of Théoden's riders?
Will Rohan's army come?
Mithrandir.
Courage is the best defense that you have now.
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.
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.
- What would you have me do? - I will not yield...
...the river in Pelennor unfought.
Osgiliath must be retaken.
My lord, Osgiliath is overrun.
Much must be risked in war.
Is there a captain here who still has the courage to do his lord's will?
You wish now that our places had been exchanged...
...that I had died and Boromir had lived.
Yes.
I wish that.
Since you were robbed of Boromir...
...I will do what I can in his stead.
If I should return, think better of me, Father.
That will depend on the manner of your return.
What are you up to?
Sneaking off, are we?
Sneaking?
Fat Hobbit is always so polite.
Sméagol shows them secret ways that nobody else could find...
...and they say "sneak."
Sneak?
Very nice friend. Oh, yes, my precious.
- Very nice, very nice. - All right. All right!
You just startled me is all.
What were you doing?
Sneaking.
Fine. Have it your own way.
I'm sorry to wake you, Mr. Frodo.
We have to be moving on.
It's dark still.
It's always dark here.
It's gone!
- The Elven bread. - What?
That's all we have left.
He took it. He must have!
Sméagol? No, no, not poor Sméagol.
Sméagol hates nasty Elf bread.
You're a lying wretch! What did you do with it?!
He doesn't eat it.
- He can't have taken it. - Look.
What's this?
Crumbs on his jacketses. He took it!
He took it.
I seen him. He's always stuffing his face when master's not looking.
That's a filthy lie!
You stinking, two-faced sneak!
- Sam! - Call me...
Stop it!
Sam!
- I'll kill him! - Sam! No!
Oh, my... I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to go so far. I was just so... So angry.
Here, just... Let's just rest a bit.
- I'm all right. - No.
No, you're not all right. 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.
Carry it for a while.
I could carry it... I could carry it.
Share the load... Share the load... the load... the load.
Get away!
I don't want to keep it.
I just want to help.
See? See?
He wants it for himself.
Shut up, you!
Go away! Get out of here!
No, Sam.
It's you.
I'm sorry, Sam.
But he's a liar.
He's poisoned you against me.
You can't help me anymore.
You don't mean that.
Go home.
Faramir!
Your father's will has turned to madness.
Do not throw away your life so rashly.
Where does my allegiance lie if not here?
Your father loves you, Faramir.
He will remember it before the end.
Can you sing, Master Hobbit?
Well...
...yes.
At least, well enough for my own people.
But we have no songs for great halls...
...and evil times.
And why should your songs be unfit for my halls?
Come, sing me a song.
Home is behind
The world ahead
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadow
To the edge of night
Until the stars are all alight
Mist and shadow
Cloud and shade
All shall fade
All shall
Fade
March! March!
March! March! March!
Make way for the king.
Make way.
The king is here.
My lord.
Hail to you, sire.
Grimbold, how many?
I bring 500 men from the Westfold, my lord.
We have 300 more from Fenmarch, Théoden King.
- Where are the riders from Snowbourn? - None have come, my lord.
Six thousand spears.
Less than half of what I'd hoped for.
Six thousand will not be enough to break the lines of Mordor.
More will come.
Every hour lost hastens Gondor's defeat.
We have till dawn, then we must ride.
The horses are restless...
...and the men are quiet.
They grow nervous in the shadow of the mountain.
That road there...
...where does that lead?
It is the road to the Dimholt, the door under the mountain.
None who venture there ever return.
That mountain is evil.
Aragorn.
Let's find some food.
There.
A true esquire of Rohan.
I'm ready.
Sorry.
It isn't all that dangerous.
It's not even sharp.
Well, that's no good. You won't kill many Orcs with a blunt blade.
Come on.
To the smithy. Go!
You should not encourage him.
You should not doubt him.
I do not doubt his heart, only the reach of his arm.
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?
I choose a mortal life.
I wish I could've seen him...
...one last time.
Sir?
King Théoden awaits you, my lord.
I take my leave.
My lord 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.
It will not be our end, but his.
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 Corsairs ships sails from the south.
They'll be in the city in two days.
You're outnumbered, Aragorn.
You need more men.
There are none.
There are those who dwell in the mountain.
Murderers...
...traitors.
You would call upon them to fight?
They believe in nothing.
They answer to no one.
They will answer to the king of Gondor.
Andúril, the Flame of the West, forged from the shards of Narsil.
Sauron will not have forgotten the Sword of Elendil.
The blade that was broken shall return to Minas Tirith.
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 Dimholt road.
I give hope to Men.
I keep none for myself.
Why are you doing this?
The war lies to the east. You cannot leave on the eve of battle.
You cannot abandon the men.
Éowyn...
We need you here.
Why have you come?
Do you not know?
It is but a shadow and a thought that you love.
I cannot give you what you seek.
Just where do you think you're off to?
Not this time.
This time you must stay, Gimli.
Have you learned nothing of the stubbornness of Dwarves?
You might as well accept it. We're going with you, laddie.
- What's happening? - Where is he going?
Where's he going?
I don't understand.
Lord Aragorn!
Why does he leave on the eve of battle?
He leaves because there is no hope.
He leaves because he must.
Too few have come.
We cannot defeat the armies of Mordor.
No...
...we cannot.
But we will meet them in battle nonetheless.
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.
What other duty would you have me do, my lord?
Duty?
No.
I would have you smile again...
...not grieve for those whose time has come.
You shall live to see these days renewed...
...and no more despair.
What kind of army would linger in such a place?
One that is cursed.
Long ago, the Men of the Mountains 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...
...vanishing into the darkness of the mountain.
And so Isildur cursed them...
...never to rest until they had fulfilled their pledge.
The very warmth of my blood seems stole away.
The way is shut.
It was made by those who are dead.
And the Dead keep it.
The way is shut.
Brego!
I do not fear death.
Well, this is a thing unheard-of.
An Elf will go underground where a Dwarf dare not?
Oh.
Oh, I'd never hear the end of it.
We must ride light and swift.
It is 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.
All my friends have gone to battle.
I would be ashamed to be left behind.
It is a three-day gallop to Minas Tirith.
And none of my riders can bear you as a burden.
I want to fight.
I will say no more.
Ride with me.
My lady.
Form up! Move out!
Ride!
Ride now to Gondor!
Who enters my domain?
One who will have your allegiance.
The Dead do not suffer the living to pass.
You will suffer me.
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.
I summon you to fulfill your oath.
None but the king of Gondor may command me.
That line was broken.
It has been remade.
Fight for us...
...and regain your honor.
What say you?
You waste your time, Aragorn.
They had no honor in life, they have none now in death.
I am Isildur's heir.
Fight for me...
...and I will hold your oaths fulfilled.
What say you?
Open the gate! Quick!
Quick! Hurry!
Faramir!
Say not that he has fallen.
They were outnumbered.
None survived.
Fear.
The city is rank with it.
Let us ease their pain.
Release the prisoners.
Catapults!
My sons are spent.
My line has ended.
He's alive!
The House of Stewards has failed.
He needs medicine, my lord.
My line has ended!
My lord!
Rohan...
...has deserted us.
Théoden's betrayed me.
Abandon your posts!
Flee! Flee for your lives!
Prepare for battle!
Hurry, men! To the wall! Defend the wall!
Over here!
Return to your posts!
Send these foul beasts into the abyss.
Stay where you are.
We need more rubble!
Watch out!
Down to the lower level. Quick!
Double up, men!
Hold them back! Do not give in to fear.
Stand to your posts! Fight!
Not to the towers!
Aim for the trolls! Kill the trolls!
Bring them down!
Fight them back!
Peregrin Took!
- Go back to the Citadel! - They'd called us out to fight.
This is no place for a Hobbit.
Guard of the Citadel, indeed.
Now, back, up the hill. Quickly. Quick!
Grond! Grond! Grond! Grond!
Grond! Grond! Grond!
Grond! Grond! Grond! Grond! Grond!
In there.
What is this place?
Master must go inside the tunnel.
Now that I'm here, I don't think I want to.
It's the only way.
Go in...
...or go back.
I can't go back.
- What's that smell? - Orcses' filth.
Orcses come in here sometimes.
Hurry.
This way.
Sméagol?
Over here.
It's sticky. What is it?
You'll see.
Oh, yes.
You will see.
Sméagol?
Sméagol!
Sam.
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.
Naughty little fly
Why does he cry?
Caught in a web
Soon you'll be...
Eaten.
Got away, did it, precious?
Not this time.
- Not this time! - No!