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The Lord of the Rings
The Return of the King






SMÉAGOL: They cursed us. "Murderer" they called us. They cursed us and drove us away... And we wept, precious. We wept, to be so alone... And we forgot the taste of bread, the sound of trees, the softness of the wind. We even forgot our own name. My Precious.





SAM: Here.

FRODO: What about you?

SAM: Ahhh no, I'm not hungry. Least ways not for lembas bread.

FRODO: Sam…

SAM: All right. We don't have that much left. We have to be careful or we're going to run out. You go ahead and eat that, Mister Frodo. I've rationed it. There should be enough.

FRODO: For what?

SAM: The journey home.





PIPPIN: I feel like I'm back at the Green Dragon after a hard day's work.

MERRY: Only, you've never done a hard day's work.





MERRY: Welcome, my Lords, to Isengard!

GIMLI: You young rascals! A merry hunt you've led us on, and now we find you, feasting and… smoking!

PIPPIN: We are sitting on a field of victory, enjoying a few well-earned comforts. The salted pork is particularly good.

GIMLI: Salted pork?





GANDALF: There was no lie in Pippin's eyes. A fool, but an honest fool he remains. He told Sauron nothing of Frodo and the Ring. We've been strangely fortunate. Pippin saw in the palantír a glimpse of the Enemy's plan. Sauron moves to strike the city of Minas Tirith. His defeat at Helm's Deep showed our enemy one thing. He knows the Heir of Elendil has come forth. Men are not as weak as he supposed. There is courage still…strength perhaps to challenge him. Sauron fears this. He will not risk the peoples of Middle-earth uniting under one banner. He will raze Minas Tirith to the ground before he sees a king return to the throne of Men. If the beacons of Gondor are lit, Rohan must be ready for war.





THÉODEN: Tell me; why should we ride to the aid of those who did not come to ours? What do we owe Gondor?

ARAGORN: I will go.

GANDALF: No.

ARAGORN: They must be warned!

GANDALF: They will be! You must come to Minas Tirith by another road. Follow the river, look to the black ships. Understand this, things are now in motion that cannot be undone. I ride for Minas Tirith. And I won't be going alone.





GANDALF: Run Shadowfax. Show us the meaning of haste!





ARWEN: From the ashes a fire shall be woken. A light from the shadows shall spring. Renewed shall be blade that was broken. The crownless again shall be king.





PIPPIN: It's the tree. Gandalf, Gandalf!

GANDALF: Yes, the White Tree of Gondor. The Tree of the King. Lord Denethor is not the king. He is a steward, only. A caretaker of the throne. Now, listen carefully. Lord Denethor is Boromir's father. To give him news of his beloved son's death would be most unwise. And do not mention Frodo, or the Ring. And say nothing of Aragorn, either. In fact, it's better if you don't speak at all, Peregrin Took.





GANDALF: My Lord, there will be a time to grieve for Boromir. But it is not now. War is coming. The enemy is on your doorstep! As steward, you are charged with the defense of this city! Where are Gondor's armies? You still have friends. You are not alone in this fight. Send word to Théoden of Rohan. Light the beacons.

DENETHOR: You think you are wise, Mithrandir, yet for all your subtleties you have not wisdom. Do you think the eyes of the White Tower are blind? I have seen more than you know. With your left hand you would use me as a shield against Mordor, and with your right you would seek to supplant me! I know who rides with Théoden of Rohan. Oh yes! Word has reached my ears of this Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and I tell you now I will not bow to this Ranger from the North, last of a ragged house long bereft of lordship.

GANDALF: Authority is not given you to deny the return of the king, Steward.

DENETHOR: The rule of Gondor is mine, and no other's!





PIPPIN: It's so quiet.

GANDALF: It's the deep breath before the plunge.

PIPPIN: I don't want to be in a battle, but waiting on the edge of one I can't escape is even worse. Is there any hope, Gandalf, for Frodo and Sam?

GANDALF: There never was much hope...just a fool's hope. Our Enemy is ready, his full strength gathered. Not only Orcs, but Men as well. Legions of Haradrim from the south. Mercenaries from the coast. All will answer Mordor's call. This will be the end of Gondor as we know it. Here the hammer-stroke will fall the hardest. If the river is taken, if the garrison at Osgiliath falls, the last defense of this city will be gone.

PIPPIN: But we have the White Wizard, that's got to count for something. Gandalf?

GANDALF: Sauron has yet to release his deadliest servant. The one who will lead Mordor's armies in war. The one they say no living Man can kill. The Witch-king of Angmar. You've met him before. He stabbed Frodo on Weathertop. He is the lord of the Nazgûl, the greatest of the Nine. Minas Morgul is his lair.





ARAGORN: The beacons of Minas Tirith! The beacons are lit! Gondor calls for aid!

THÉODEN: And Rohan will answer! Muster the Rohirrim! Assemble the Men at Dunharrow, as many Men as can be found. You have two days. On the third, we ride for Gondor… and war.





THÉODEN: So, it is before the walls of Minas Tirith, the doom of our time will be decided.





FARAMIR: Mithrandir! They broke through our defenses. They've taken the bridge and the west bank. Battalions of Orcs are crossing the river.

GONDORIAN SOLDIER: It is as the Lord Denethor predicted! Long has he foreseen this doom!

GANDALF: Foreseen and done nothing!





GOLLUM: Master? Master carries heavy burden, Sméagol knows. Heavy, heavy burden. The fat one cannot know. Sméagol will look after master. He wants it. He needs it! Sméagol sees it in his eyes. Very soon, he will ask you for it. You will see. The fat one will take it from you.





DENETHOR: I do not think we should so lightly abandon the outer defenses. Defenses that your brother long held intact.

FARAMIR: What would you have me do?

DENETHOR: I will not yield the river and Pelennor unfought. Osgiliath must be retaken.

FARAMIR: My Lord, Osgiliath is overrun.

DENETHOR: Much must be risked in war. Is there a captain here who still has the courage to do his lord's will?

FARAMIR: You wish now that our places had been exchanged. That I had died and Boromir had lived.

DENETHOR: Yes, I wish that.

FARAMIR: Since you are robbed of Boromir, I will do what I can in his stead.

FARAMIR: If I should return, think better of me, father.

DENETHOR: That will depend on the manner of your return.





DENETHOR: Can you sing, Master Hobbit?

PIPPIN: Well, yes. At least, well enough for my own people. But we have no songs for great halls and evil times.

DENETHOR: And why should your songs be unfit for my halls? Come, sing me a song.

PIPPIN: 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...





ÉOWYN:: There, a true Esquire of Rohan.

MERRY: I'm ready!

MERRY: Sorry, it isn't all that dangerous. It's not even sharp.

ÉOWYN:: Well, that's no good, you won't kill many Orcs with a blunt blade. Come on. To the smithy. Go!

ÉOMER: You should not encourage him.

ÉOWYN:: You should not doubt him.

ÉOMER: I do not doubt his heart, only the reach of his arm.

ÉOWYN:: 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?





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.

ARAGORN: It will not be our end, but his.

ELROND: 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 Corsair ships sails from the south. They'll be in the city in two days. You're outnumbered. You need more Men.

ARAGORN: There are none.

ELROND: There are those who dwell in the mountain.

ARAGORN: Murderers... traitors! You would call upon them to fight? They believe in nothing! They answer to no one!

ELROND: They will answer to the King of Gondor!





ELROND: Andúril, Flame of the West, forged from the Shards of Narsil.

ARAGORN: Sauron will not have forgotten the Sword of Elendil. The blade that was broken shall return to Minas Tirith.

ELROND: 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.

ELROND: Ónen i-Estel Edain. (I give hope to Men)

ARAGORN: Ú-chebin estel anim. (I keep none for myself.)





GIMLI: Just where do you think you're off to?

ARAGORN: Not this time. This time you must stay, Gimli.

LEGOLAS: Have you learned nothing of the stubbornness of Dwarves?

GIMLI: You might as well accept it. We're going with you, laddie.





GIMLI: What kind of an army would linger in such a place?

LEGOLAS: One that is cursed. Long ago the Men of the Mountain 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. And so Isildur cursed them, never to rest until they had fulfilled their oath.





GIMLI: Well, this is a thing unheard of. An Elf will go underground where a Dwarf dare not! Ah, I'd never hear the end of it!





KING OF THE DEAD: Who enters my domain?

ARAGORN: One who will have your allegiance.

KING OF THE DEAD: The Dead do not suffer the living to pass.

ARAGORN: You will suffer me.

KING OF THE DEAD: 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.

ARAGORN: I summon you to fulfill your oath.

KING OF THE DEAD: None but the King of Gondor may command me.

KING OF THE DEAD: That blade was broken!

ARAGORN: It has been remade. Fight for us, and regain your honor. What say you? What say you?

GIMLI: You waste your time, Aragorn! They had no honor in life, they have none now in death.

ARAGORN: I am Isildur's heir! Fight for me, and I will hold your oaths fulfilled! What say you?!





GANDALF: Not at the towers. Aim for the Trolls! Kill the Trolls!





SHAGRAT: What's this? Looks like old Shelob's been having a bit of fun.

GORBAG: Killed another one, has she?

SHAGRAT: No, this fellow ain't dead.





DENETHOR: The house of his spirit crumbles. He is burning. Already burning.

PIPPIN: He's not dead! He's not dead!

DENETHOR: Hear now, Peregrin, son of Paladin, I release you from my service. Go now and die in what way seems best to you.





PIPPIN: I didn't think it would end this way.

GANDALF: 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.

PIPPIN: What? Gandalf? See what?

GANDALF: White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.

PIPPIN: Well, that isn't so bad.

GANDALF: No. No, it isn't.





WITCH-KING: Feast on his flesh.

ÉOWYN:: I will kill you if you touch him!

WITCH-KING: Do not come between a Nazgûl and his prey.





GIMLI: That still only counts as one!





FRODO: Oh, Sam, I'm so sorry. Sorry for everything.

SAM: Let's get you out of here.

FRODO: It's too late. It's over. They've taken it. Sam, they took the Ring.

SAM: Beggin', your pardon, but they haven't. I thought I'd lost you, so I took it. Only for safekeeping.

FRODO: 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.





GANDALF: Frodo has passed beyond my sight. The darkness is deepening.

ARAGORN: If Sauron had the Ring we would know it.

GANDALF: It's only a matter of time. He has suffered a defeat, yes, but behind the walls of Mordor our enemy is regrouping.

GIMLI: Let him stay there. Let him rot! Why should we care?

GANDALF: Because ten thousand Orcs now stand between Frodo and Mount Doom. I've sent him to his death.

ARAGORN: No. There's still hope for Frodo. He needs time, and safe passage across the Plains of Gorgoroth. We can give him that.

GIMLI: How?

ARAGORN: Draw out Sauron's armies. Empty his lands. Then we gather our full strength and march on the Black Gate.

ÉOMER: We cannot achieve victory through strength of arms.

ARAGORN: 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.

LEGOLAS: A diversion.

GANDALF: Sauron will suspect a trap. He will not take the bait.

GIMLI: Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?





ARAGORN: Sons of Gondor! Of Rohan! My brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of Men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the Age of Men comes crashing down, but it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!





GIMLI: Never thought I'd die fighting side by side with an elf.

LEGOLAS: What about side by side with a friend?

GIMLI: Aye, I could do that.





SAM: Do you remember the Shire, Mister Frodo? It'll be spring soon, and the Orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket and they'll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields. And eating the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?

FRODO: No, Sam, I can't recall the taste of food. Nor the sound of water. Or the touch of grass. I'm naked in the dark. There's nothing…no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I can see him with my waking eyes!

SAM: Then let us be rid of it, once and for all! Come on, Mister Frodo. I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you! Come on!





ARAGORN: My friends. You bow to no one.





FRODO: And thus it was, the Fourth Age of Middle-earth began, and the Fellowship of the Ring, though eternally bound by friendship and love, was ended. Thirteen months to the day, since Gandalf sent us on our long journey, we found ourselves looking upon a familiar site. We were home.





FRODO: How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep…that have taken hold.





SAM: 'There and Back again, a Hobbit's Tale by Bilbo Baggins'…and 'The Lord of the Rings by Frodo Baggins.' You finished it.

FRODO: Not quite. There's room for a little more.





FRODO: Bilbo once told me, his part in this tale would end. That each of must come and go in the telling. Bilbo's story was now over. There would be no more journeys for him…save one.

BILBO: Tell me again, lad...where are we going?

FRODO: To the harbor, Uncle. The elves have accorded you a special honor. A place on the last ship to leave Middle-earth





GANDALF: Farewell, my brave Hobbits. My work is now finished. Here at last, on the shores of the sea, comes the end of our Fellowship. I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil. It is time, Frodo.

SAM: What does he mean?

FRODO: We set out to save the Shire, Sam. And it has been saved. But not for me.

SAM: You don't mean that. You can't leave!

FRODO: The last pages are for you, Sam.





FRODO: My dear Sam, you cannot always be torn in two. You will have to be one and whole for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do. Your part in this story will go on.



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