Not at 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!
What are you doing, you useless scum?!
The door won't give. It's too strong.
Get back there and smash it down.
But nothing can breach it.
Grond will breach it.
Bring up the wolf's head.
Grond! Grond! Grond! Grond!
Grond! Grond! Grond!
You may go no further.
You will not enter Gondor.
Who are you to deny us passage?
Legolas, fire a warning shot past the bosun's ear.
Mind your aim.
That's it. Right. We warned you.
Prepare to be boarded.
Boarded?
By you and whose army?
This army.
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 Earendil, 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!
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.
Ifyou do not find a way...
...no one will.
The scouts report Minas Tirith is surrounded.
The lower level's in flames.
Everywhere, legions of the enemy advance.
Time is against us.
Make ready!
Take heart, Merry.
It will soon be over.
My lady...
...you are fair and brave...
...and have much to live for...
...and many who love you.
I know it is too late to turn aside.
I know there is not much point now in hoping.
If I were a knight of Rohan, capable of great deeds....
But I'm not.
I'm a Hobbit.
And I know I can't save Middle-earth.
I just want to help my friends.
Frodo.
Sam.
Pippin.
More than anything, I wish I could see them again.
Prepare to move out!
Make haste. We ride through the night.
To battle.
Back to the gate!
Hurry!
I am steward of the House of Anárion.
Thus have I walked.
And thus now will I sleep.
Gondor is lost.
There is no hope for Men.
Why do the fools fly?
Better to die sooner than late.
For die we must.
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.
Run!
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.
You get back, you scum!
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, soldier! Move it!
-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!
Gandalf!
Denethor has lost his mind!
He's burning Faramir alive!
Up! Quickly!
Go back to the abyss.
Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your master.
Do you not know death when you see it, old man?
This is my hour.
Gandalf!
You have failed.
The world of Men will fall.
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!
Spears shall 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!
Set a fire in our flesh.
Stay this madness!
You may triumph in the field of battle for a day...
...but against the power that has risen in the east...
...there is no victory.
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!
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!
Merry!
Legolas!
Thirty-three, thirty-four.
That still only counts as one!
Come on, 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 nowfeel 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.
No!
With a sigh
You turn away
With a deepening heart
No more words to say
You will find
That the world has changed
Forever
And the trees are now Turning from green to gold
And the sun is now fading
I wish I could hold you
Closer
Merry!
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.