Aragorn!
Aragorn?
Tell me what happened and I will ease your passing.
He's...
...dead.
He took a little tumble off the cliff.
You lie.
Get the wounded on horses.
The wolves of Isengard will return.
Leave the dead.
Come.
- At last! - Helm's Deep.
There it is, Helm's Deep.
We're safe!
We're safe, my lady.
Thank you.
- Mama! - Éothain!
Freda!
Make way for Théoden. Make way for the king.
So few. So few of you have returned.
Our people are safe.
We have paid for it with many lives.
My lady.
Lord Aragorn...
...where is he?
He fell.
Draw all our forces behind the wall.
Bar the gate. And set a watch on the surround.
What of those who cannot fight, my lord? The women and children?
Get them into the caves.
Saruman's arm will have grown long indeed if he thinks he can reach us here.
Helm's Deep has one weakness.
Its 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 the wall?
If the wall is breached, Helm's Deep will fall.
Even if it is breached, it would take a number beyond reckoning...
...thousands, to storm the Keep.
Tens of thousands.
But, my lord, there is no such force.
A new power is rising.
Its 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.
Look. There's smoke to the south.
There is always smoke rising...
...from Isengard these days.
Isengard?
There was a time...
...when Saruman would walk in my woods.
But now he has a mind of metal...
...and wheels.
He no longer cares for growing things.
What is it?
It's Saruman's army.
The war has started.
May the grace of the Valar protect you.
Arwen.
I have made my choice.
He is not coming back.
Why do you linger here when there is no hope?
There is still hope.
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 in winter that comes without a star.
Here you will dwell...
... bound to your grief under the fading trees...
... until all the world is changed...
...and the long years of your life are utterly spent.
Arwen.
There is nothing for you here...
...only death.
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 Ring-bearer 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...
... take the Ring for his own, and the world will fall.
It is close now.
So close to achieving its goal.
For Sauron will have dominion over all life on this Earth...
... even unto to 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?
What news?
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 marshaling an army.
Easterlings and Southrons are at the Black Gate.
- How many? - Some thousands. More come every day.
- Who's covering the river to the north? - We pulled 500 men at Osgiliath.
If their city is attacked, we won't hold it.
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.
My men tell me that you are Orc spies.
Spies? Now wait just a minute.
Well, if you're not spies, then who are you?
Speak.
We are Hobbits of the Shire.
Frodo Baggins is my name, and this is Samwise Gamgee.
Your bodyguard?
His gardener.
And where is your skulking friend?
That gangrel creature.
He had an ill-favored look.
There was no other.
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.
You're a friend of Boromir?
Yes.
For my part.
It will grieve you then to learn that he is dead.
Dead?
How? When?
As one of his companions, I'd hoped you would tell me.
He was my brother.
Captain Faramir!
We found the third one.
You must come with me. Now.
Down there.
To enter the Forbidden Pool bears the penalty of death.
They wait for my command.
Shall I shoot?
The rock and pool Is nice and cool
So juicy sweet
Our only wish To catch a fish
So juicy sweet
Wait.
This creature is bound to me.
And I to him.
He is our guide.
Please...
...let me go down to him.
Sméagol.
Master is here.
Come, Sméagol.
Trust master. Come.
We must go now?
Sméagol, you must trust master.
Follow me. Come on.
Come.
Come, Sméagol.
Nice Sméagol. That's it.
Come on.
Don't hurt him!
Sméagol, don't struggle. Sméagol, listen to me.
Master!
No! No!
Where are you leading them?
Answer me.
Sméagol.
Why does it cry, Sméagol?
Cruel Men hurts us.
Master tricksed us.
Of course he did.
I told you he was tricksy.
I told you he was false.
Master is our friend.
Our friend.
Master betrayed us.
No. Not its business.
Leave us alone!
Filthy little Hobbitses!
They stole it from us!
No. No.
What did they steal?
My precious!
We have to get out of here.
You go. Go, now.
You can do it.
Use the Ring, Mr. Frodo.
Just this once.
Put it on.
Disappear.
I can't.
You were right, Sam.
You tried to tell me but...
I'm sorry.
The Ring's taking me, Sam.
If I put it on...
...he'll find me.
He'll see.
Mr. Frodo...
So this is the answer to all the riddles.
Here in the Wild I have you...
...two Halflings...
...and a host of men at my call.
The Ring of Power within my grasp.
A chance for Faramir, captain of Gondor...
...to show his quality.
No!
Stop it!
Leave him alone.
Don't you understand?
He's got to destroy it!
That's where we're going, into Mordor.
To the Mountain of Fire!
Osgiliath is under attack. They call for reinforcements.
Please. It's such a burden.
Will you not help him?
Captain?
Prepare to leave.
The Ring will go to Gondor.
- He's alive! - Where is he? Where is he?
Get out of the way! I'm going to kill him!
You are the luckiest, the canniest...
...and the most reckless man I ever knew.
Bless you, laddie.
Gimli, where is the king?
You look terrible.
A great host, you say?
- All Isengard is emptied. - How many?
Ten thousand strong at least.
Ten thousand?
It is an army bred for a single purpose:
To destroy the world of Men.
They will be here by nightfall.
Let them come!
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!
This is no rabble of mindless Orcs.
These are Uruk-hai.
Their armor is thick and their shields broad.
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.
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...
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?
'Tis 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.
Move back! Move to the caves!
- Keep moving. - 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.
You can see it in their eyes.
Then I shall die as one of 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.
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?
Move! Move to the outer wall.
Give me your sword.
What is your name?
Haleth, son of Háma, my lord.
The men are saying 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. You have not led us astray.
Forgive me.
I was wrong to despair.
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! - Open up 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 honor that allegiance.
You are most welcome.
We are proud to fight alongside Men once more.
You could have picked a better spot.
Well, lad, whatever luck you live by, let's hope it lasts the night.
Your friends are with you, Aragorn.
Let's hope they last the night.
- What's happening out there? - Shall I describe it to you?
Or would you like me to find you a box?
So it begins.
Did they hit anything?
Give them a volley.
- Fire! - Fire!
Send them to me! Come on!
Good!
Swords! Swords!
Legolas! Two already!
I'm on 17!
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...