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.
I have to destroy it, Sméagol.
I have to destroy it for both our sakes.
No!
I'm so sorry, Sam.
I'm so sorry.
This task was appointed to you, Frodo of the Shire.
If you do not find a way...
... no one will.
Back to the gate!
Hurry!
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.
Steady.
You are soldiers of Gondor.
No matter what comes through that gate, you will stand your ground.
Volley!
Fire!
Let him go, you filth.
Let him go!
You will not touch him again.
Come on and finish it.
Back!
Mr. Frodo.
Oh, no.
Frodo.
Mr. Frodo.
Wake up.
Don't leave me here alone.
Don't go where I can't follow.
Wake up.
Not asleep.
Dead.
What's this?
Looks like old Shelob's been having a bit of fun.
Killed another one, has she?
No.
This fellow ain't dead.
Not dead?
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!
Samwise, you fool.
This scum will be awake in a couple of hours.
Then he'll wish he'd never been born.
The house of his spirit crumbles.
He is burning.
Already burning.
He's not dead.
He's not dead!
No! No!
He's not dead!
- Farewell, Peregrin, son of Paladin. - No! No! No!
I release you from my service.
Go now and die in what way seems best to you.
Pour oil on the wood!
Come on! Move your feet!
- Hurry along there! Hurry along! - Gandalf!
Where is Gandalf?
Gandalf!
Retreat!
The city is breached!
Fall back to the second level!
Get the women and children out!
Get them out!
Retreat!
Come on. Come on.
Move into the city. Kill all in your path.
Take them down!
Fight. Fight to the last man!
Fight for your lives!
Courage, Merry.
Courage for our friends.
Form ranks, you maggots. Form ranks!
Pikes in front. Archers behind.
Éomer, take your éored down the left flank.
Flank ready.
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!
Spear shalls be shaken, shields shall be splintered...
...a sword-day, a red day...
...ere the sun rises!
Whatever happens, stay with me. I'll look after you.
Ride now!
Ride! Ride for ruin...
...and the world's ending!
Death!
- Death! - Death!
Forth Eorlingas!
Fire!
Death!
Charge!
Fire at will!
Gandalf!
Gandalf! Denethor has lost his mind!
He's burning Faramir alive!
Up! Quickly!
Set a fire in our flesh.
Stay this madness!
No!
You will not take my son from me!
No! No!
Faramir.
So passes Denethor, son of Ecthelion.
Drive them to the river!
Make safe the city!
Re-form the line!
Sound the charge! Take them head-on!
Charge!
Cut him down!
Follow me!
Take the reins. Pull him left!
Left!
Aim for their heads!
Bring it down! Bring it down! Bring it down!
Merry!
I didn't think it would end this way.
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.
What, Gandalf?
See what?
White shores...
...and beyond.
A far green country...
...under a swift sunrise.
Well...
...that isn't so bad.
No.
No, it isn't.
Rally to me! To me!
Feast on his flesh.
I will kill you if you touch him.
Do not come between the Nazgûl and his prey.
Late as usual, pirate scum!
There's knife-work here needs doing.
Come on, you sea rats! Get off your ships!
There's plenty for the both of us.
May the best Dwarf win.
You fool.
No man can kill me.
Die now.
I am no man.
- Fifteen! Sixteen! - Seventeen!
- Twenty-nine! - Legolas!
Thirty-three, thirty-four.
That still only counts as one!
All right, then. Come on!
I know your face...
...Éowyn.
My eyes darken.
No.
I am going to save you.
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.
Éowyn.
Release us.
Bad idea.
Very handy in a tight spot, these lads, despite the fact they're dead.
You gave us your word.
I hold your oath fulfilled.
Go.
Be at peace.
Merry.
Merry, it's me.
It's Pippin.
I knew you'd find me.
Yes.
Are you going to leave me?
No, Merry.
I'm going to look after you.
Hands off!
That shiny shirt, that's mine.
It's going to the Great Eye, along with everything else.
I don't take orders from stinking Morgul rats!
You touch it, and I'll stick this blade in your gut.
The scum tried to knife me.
Kill him!
That's for Frodo!
And for the Shire!
And that's for my old Gaffer!
Stop your squealing, you dunghill rat.
I'm gonna bleed you like a stuck pig.
Not if I stick you first.
Sam!
Oh, Sam, I'm so sorry.
Sorry for everything.
- Let's get you out of here. - It's too late. It's over.
They've taken it. Sam...
...they took the Ring.
Begging your pardon, but they haven't.
I thought I'd lost you.
So I took it.
Only for safekeeping.
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.
Come on, Mr. Frodo.
We best find you some clothes.
You can't go walking through Mordor in naught but your skin.
We did it, Mr. Frodo.
We made it to Mordor.
There are so many of them.
We'll never get through unseen.
It's him, the Eye.
We have to go in there, Mr. Frodo.
There's nothing for it.
Come on. Let's just make it down the hill for starters.
Frodo has passed beyond my sight.
The darkness is deepening.
If Sauron had the Ring, we would know it.
It's only a matter of time.
He has suffered a defeat, yes...
...but behind the walls of Mordor, our enemy is regrouping.
Let him stay there.
Let him rot! Why should we care?
Because 10,000 Orcs now stand between Frodo and Mount Doom.
I've sent him to his death.
No.
There is still hope for Frodo.
He needs time and safe passage across the plains of Gorgoroth.
- We can give him that. - How?
Draw out Sauron's armies.
Empty his lands.
Then we gather our full strength and march on the Black Gate.
We cannot achieve victory through strength of arms.
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.
A diversion.
Sauron will suspect a trap.
He will not take the bait.
Certainty of death...
...small chance of success...
...what are we waiting for?
To the Gate, you slugs!
Move it! To the Gate!
Look, the Orcs...
...they're moving off.
You see, Mr. Frodo...
...some luck at last.
Take mine.
There's a few drops left.
There will be none left for the return journey.
I don't think there will be a return journey, Mr. Frodo.
Frodo, get down!
Hide!
Frodo!
Where are they?