Gandalf?
Breathe the free air again, my friend.
Dark have been my dreams of late.
Your fingers would remember their old strength better. . .
. . .if they grasped your sword.
I've only. . .
. . .ever served you, my lord.
Your leechcraft would have had me crawling on all fours like a beast!
Send me not from your sight.
No, my lord! No, my lord.
Let him go.
Enough blood has been spilt on his account.
Get out of my way!
Hail, Théoden King!
Where is Théodred?
Where is my son?
Simbelmynë.
Ever has it grown on the tombs of my forebearers.
Now it shall cover the grave of my son.
Alas that these evil days should be mine.
The young perish and the old linger.
That I should live. . .
. . .to see the last days of my house.
Théodred's death was not of your making.
No parent should have to bury their child.
He was strong in life.
His spirit will find its way to the halls of your fathers.
They had no warning.
They were unarmed.
Now the Wild Men are moving through the Westfold, burning as they go.
Rick, cot and tree.
Where is Mama?
This is but a taste of the terror that Saruman will unleash.
All the more potent for he is driven now by fear of Sauron.
Ride out and meet him head on.
Draw him away from your women and children.
You must fight.
You have 2000 good men riding north as we speak.
Éomer is loyal to you.
His men will return and fight for their king.
They will be 300 leagues from here by now.
Éomer cannot help us.
I know what it is you want of me. . .
. . .but I will not bring further death to my people.
I will not risk open war.
Open war is upon you, whether you would risk it or not.
When last I looked. . .
. . .Théoden, not Aragorn, was king of Rohan.
Then what is the king's decision?
By order of the king. . .
. . .the city must empty.
We make for the refuge of Helm's Deep.
Do not burden yourself with treasures. Take only what provisions you need.
Helm's Deep.
They flee to the mountains when they should stand and fight.
Who will defend them if not their king?
He's only doing what he thinks is best for his people.
Helm's Deep has saved them in the past.
There is no way out of that ravine. Théoden is walking into a trap.
He thinks he's leading them to safety.
What they will get is a massacre.
Théoden has a strong will, but I fear for him.
I fear for the survival of Rohan.
He will need you before the end, Aragorn.
The people of Rohan will need you.
The defenses have to hold.
They will hold.
The Grey Pilgrim.
That's what they used to call me.
Three hundred lives of Men I've walked this earth, and now I have no time.
With luck, my search will not be in vain.
Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day.
At dawn, look to the east.
Go.
That horse is half mad, my lord. There's nothing you can do. Leave him.
His name is Brego.
He was my cousin's horse.
Brego.
Your name is kingly.
I have heard of the magic of Elves. . .
. . .but I did not look for it in a Ranger from the North.
You speak as one of their own.
I was raised in Rivendell. . .
. . .for a time.
Turn this fellow free.
He's seen enough of war.
Gandalf the White.
Gandalf the Fool!
Does he seek to humble me with his newfound piety?
There were three who followed the wizard.
An Elf, a Dwarf and a Man.
You stink of horse.
The Man. . .
-. . .was he from Gondor? -No, from the North.
One of the Dûnedain Rangers, I thought he was.
His cloth was poor.
And yet he bore a strange ring.
Two serpents with emerald eyes.
One devouring, the other crowned with golden flowers.
The Ring of Barahir.
So Gandalf Greyhame thinks he has found Isildur's heir.
The lost king of Gondor. He is a fool.
The line was broken years ago.
It matters not.
The world of Men shall fall.
It will begin at Edoras.
I am ready, Gamling.
Bring my horse.
This is not a defeat.
We will return.
You have some skill with a blade.
Women of this country learned long ago:
Those without swords can still die upon them.
I fear neither death nor pain.
What do you fear, my lady?
A cage.
To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them.
And all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.
You're a daughter of kings. . .
. . .a shieldmaiden of Rohan.
I do not think that would be your fate.
Théoden will not stay at Edoras.
It's vulnerable. He knows this.
He will expect an attack on the city.
They will flee to Helm's Deep. . .
. . .the great fortress of Rohan.
It is a dangerous road to take through the mountains.
They will be slow.
They will have women and children with them.
Send out your Warg-riders.
Hey, stinker, don't go getting too far ahead.
-Why do you do that? -What?
Call him names. Run him down all the time.
Because.
Because that's what he is, Mr. Frodo.
There's naught left in him but lies and deceit.
It's the Ring he wants. It's all he cares about.
You have no idea what it did to him. . .
. . .what it's still doing to him.
I want to help him, Sam.
Why?
Because I have to believe he can come back.
You can't save him, Mr. Frodo.
What do you know about it? Nothing!
I'm sorry, Sam. I don't know why I said that.
I do.
It's the Ring.
You can't take your eyes off it.
I've seen you.
You're not eating. You barely sleep.
It's taken hold of you, Mr. Frodo.
-You have to fight it. -I know what I have to do, Sam.
The Ring was entrusted to me. It's my task.
Mine! My own!
Can't you hear yourself?
Don't you know who you sound like?
We wants it.
We needs it.
Must have the precious.
They stole it from us.
Sneaky little Hobbitses.
Wicked. Tricksy. False.
No. Not master.
Yes, precious. False.
They will cheat you, hurt you, lie!
Master's my friend.
You don't have any friends. Nobody likes you.
Not listening. I'm not listening.
You're a liar and a thief.
No.
Murderer.
Go away.
Go away?
I hate you.
Where would you be without me? Gollum. Gollum.
I saved us.
It was me. We survived because of me.
Not anymore.
What did you say?
Master looks after us now.
We don't need you.
What?
Leave now. . .
. . .and never come back.
No.
Leave now and never come back.
Leave now and never come back!
We told him to go away.
And away he goes, precious.
Gone! Gone! Gone!
Sméagol is free!
Look.
Look. See what Sméagol finds?
They are young.
They are tender. They are nice.
Yes, they are. Eat them. Eat them!
You'll make him sick, you will. . .
. . .behaving like that.
There's only one way to eat a brace of coneys.
What's it doing?
Stupid, fat Hobbit.
It ruins it.
What's to ruin? There's hardly any meat on them.
What we need is a few good taters.
What's taters, precious?
What's taters? Eh?
Po-ta-toes.
Boil them, mash them, stick them in a stew.
Lovely, big, golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish.
Even you couldn't say no to that.
Oh, yes, we could.
Spoil a nice fish.
Give it to us raw. . .
. . .and wriggling.
You keep nasty chips.
You're hopeless.
Mr. Frodo?
-Who are they? -Wicked Men.
Servants of Sauron.
They are called to Mordor.
The Dark One is gathering all armies to him.
It won't be long now. He will soon be ready.
-Ready to do what? -To make his war.
The last war that will cover all the world in Shadow.
We've got to get moving. Come on, Sam.
Mr. Frodo.
Look.
It's an oliphaunt.
No one at home will believe this.
Sméagol?
We've lingered here too long.
Come on, Sam.
Wait! We're innocent travelers!
There are no travelers in this land. Only servants of the Dark Tower.
We are bound to an errand of secrecy.
Those that claim to oppose the enemy would do well not to hinder us.
The enemy?
His sense of duty was no less than yours, I deem.
You wonder what his name is. . .
. . .where he came from.
And if he was really evil at heart.
What lies or threats led him on this long march from home.
If he would not rather have stayed there. . .
. . .in peace.
War will make corpses of us all.
Bind their hands.
It's true, you don't see many Dwarf women.
And in fact, they are so alike in voice and appearance. . .
. . .that they're often mistaken for Dwarf men.
It's the beards.
This, in turn, has given rise to the belief. . .
. . .that there are no Dwarf women. . .
. . .and that Dwarves just spring out of holes in the ground. . .
. . .which is, of course, ridiculous.
It's all right. Nobody panic.
That was deliberate. It was deliberate.
I haven't seen my niece smile for a long time.
She was a girl when they brought her father back dead.
Cut down by Orcs.
She watched her mother succumb to grief.
Then she was left alone, to tend her king in growing fear.
Doomed to wait upon an old man, who should have loved her as a father.
Gimli.
No, I couldn't.
I really couldn't.
I made some stew.
It isn't much, but it's hot.
Thank you.
-It's good. -Really?
My uncle told me a strange thing.
He said that you rode to war with Thengel, my grandfather.
But he must be mistaken.
King Théoden has a good memory. He was only a small child at the time.
Then you must be at least 60.
Seventy?
But you cannot be 80!
Eighty-seven.
You are one of the Dûnedain.
A descendant of Nûmenor, blessed with long life.
It was said that your race had passed into legend.
There are few of us left.
The Northern Kingdom was destroyed long ago.
I'm sorry. Please, eat.
The light of the Evenstar does not wax and wane.
It is mine to give to whom I will.
Like my heart.
Go to sleep.
I am asleep.
This is a dream.
Then it is a good dream.
Sleep.
You told me once. . .
This day would come.
This is not the end. . .it is the beginning.
You must go with Frodo.
That is your path.
My path is hidden from me.
It is already laid before your feet.
You cannot falter now.
Arwen. . . .
If you trust nothing else. . .
Trust this. . .
Trust us.
Where is she?
The woman who gave you that jewel.
Our time here is ending.
Arwen's time is ending.
Let her go.
Let her take the ship into the west.
Let her bear away her love for you to the Undying Lands.
There it will be ever green.
But never more than memory.
I will not leave my daughter here to die.
-She stays because she still has hope. -She stays for you.
She belongs with her people.
Is this how you would take your leave?
Did you think you could slip away at first light - unnoticed?
I will not be coming back.
You underestimate your skill in battle.
You will come back.
It is not of death in battle that I speak.
What do you speak of?
You have a chance for another life. . .
Away from war. . .grief. . .despair.
Why are you saying this?
I am mortal. You are Elf-kind.
It was a dream, Arwen.
Nothing more.
I don't believe you.
This belongs to you.
It was a gift.
Keep it.
My lord?
She is sailing to the Undying Lands with all that is left of her kin.
What is it?
-Háma? -I'm not sure.
Wargs!
A scout!
-What is it? What do you see? -Warg! We're under attack!
Get them out of here!
All riders to the head of the column.
Come on. Get me up here. I'm a rider.
Come on!
You must lead the people to Helm's Deep, and make haste.
-I can fight. -No!
You must do this, for me.
Follow me!
-Forward. I mean, charge forward. -Make for the lower ground!
-That's it! Go on! -Stay together!
Bring your pretty face to my ax.
That one counts as mine!
Stinking creature.
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!
-Where is the rest? -This is all we could save, my lady.
Take it to the caves.
Make way for the king.
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.
Brego.
Arwen.
It is time.
The ships are leaving for Valinor. Go now. . . before it is too late.
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.
Do I not also have your love?
You have my love, father.
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.
If something has happened to Boromir, we would have you tell us.
His horn washed up upon the riverbank, about six days past.
It was cloven in two.
But more than this, I know it in my heart.
He was my brother.
Boromir!
This city was once the jewel of our kingdom.
A place of light and beauty and music.
And so it shall be once more!
Let the armies of Mordor know this:
Never again will the land of my people fall into enemy hands.
This city of Osgiliath has been reclaimed for Gondor!
-For Gondor! -For Gondor!
Good speech. Nice and short.
Leaves more time for drinking!
Break out the ale! These men are thirsty!
Remember today, little brother.
Today, life is good.
What?
He's here.
-Moment of peace, can he not give us that? -Where is he?
Where is Gondor's finest? Where's my first-born?
Father!
They say you vanquished the enemy almost single-handedly.
They exaggerate. The victory belongs to Faramir also.
But for Faramir, this city would still be standing.
Were you not entrusted to protect it?
I would have done, but our numbers were too few.
Oh, too few.
You let the enemy walk in and take it on a whim.
Always you cast a poor reflection on me.
That is not my intent.
You give him no credit, and yet he tries to do your will.
-He loves you, Father. -Do not trouble me with Faramir. . .
. . . I know his uses, and they are few.
We have more urgent things to speak of.
Elrond of Rivendell has called a meeting.
He will not say why, but I have guessed its purpose.
It is rumored that the weapon of the enemy has been found.
The One Ring.
-Isildur's Bane. -It has fallen into the hands of the Elves.
Everyone will try to claim it: Men, Dwarves, wizards.
We cannot let that happen. This thing must come to Gondor.
-Gondor. -It's dangerous, I know.
Ever the Ring will seek to corrupt the hearts of lesser Men.
But you, you are strong. And our need is great.
It is our blood which is being spilled, our people who are dying.
Sauron is biding his time. He's massing fresh armies.
He will return.
And when he does, we will be powerless to stop him.
You must go.
Bring me back this mighty gift.
No. My place is here with my people. Not in Rivendell.
-Would you deny your own father? -Lf there is need to go to Rivendell. . .
-. . .send me in his stead. -You?
Oh, I see.
A chance for Faramir, captain of Gondor, to show his quality.
I think not.
I trust this mission only to your brother.
The one who will not fail me.
Remember today, little 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!
That's enough.
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're late.
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 armour 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!
Come on, people! Quickly, now!
We'll place the reserves along the wall.
They can support the archers from above the gate.
Aragorn, you must rest.
You're no use to us half alive.
Aragorn!
I'm to be sent with the women into the caves.
That is an honorable charge.
To mind the children, to find food and bedding when the men return.
What renown is there in that?
My lady, a time may come for valor without renown.
Who then will your people look to in the last defense?
-Let me stand at your side. -It is not in my power to command it.
You do not command the others to stay!
They fight beside you because they would not be parted from you.
Because they love you.
I'm sorry.
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.
And they should be. . .
Three hundred. . . against ten thousand!
They have more hope of defending themselves here than at Edoras. . .
They cannot win this fight.
They are all going to die!
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 armoury.
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?
It's been going for hours.
They must have decided something by now.
Decided? No.
We only just finished saying. . .
. . .good morning.
But it's nighttime already.
You can't take forever.
Don't be hasty.
We're running out of time!
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.
There is nothing to forgive, 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! -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.