Déagol: Sméagol! I”ve got one; I”ve got a fish, Sme-Sméagol!
Sméagol: Go on, go on, go on, pull it in!
Sméagol: Give us that Déagol, my love.
Déagol: Why?
Sméagol: Because...it”s my birthday and I wants it.
Ring: ...batul. Ash nazg gimbatul...
Sméagol: My Precious.
Sméagol: (v.o.) They cursed us. "Murderer" they called us. They cursed us and drove us away.
Gollum: (v.o.) Gollum, Gollum, Gollum.
Sméagol: (v.o.) And we wept, precious. We wept, to be so alone.
Gollum: (v.o.) And we forgot the taste of bread, the sound of trees, the softness of the wind. We even forgot our own name. My Precious.
Sméagol: Wake up! Wake up! Wake up, sleepies, we must go, yes, we must go at once.
Sam: Haven”t you had any sleep, Mister Frodo?
Sam: I”ve gone and had too much. It must be getting late.
Frodo: No. It isn”t. It isn”t midday yet. The days are growing darker.
Sméagol: Come on! Must go, no time!
Sam: Not before Mister Frodo”s had somethin” to eat.
Sméagol: No time to lose, silly!
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.
Gollum: Come, Hobbitses. Very close now, very close, to Mordor. No safe places here. Hurry!
THE RETURN OF THE KING
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: Hobbits.
Merry: We”re under orders, from Treebeard, who”s taken over management of Isengard.
Treebeard: Young master Gandalf. I”m glad you”ve come. Wood and water, stock and stone, I can master. But there is a Wizard to manage here. Look to his tower.
Gandalf: And there Saruman must remain. Under your guard, Treebeard.
Gimli: Well, let”s just have his head and be done with it.
Gandalf: No. He has no power anymore.
Treebeard: The filth of Saruman is washing away. Trees will come back to live here. Young trees, wild trees.
Aragorn: Pippin!
Treebeard: Bless my bark!
Gandalf: Peregrin Took! I”ll take that, my lad. Quickly now.
Théoden: Tonight we remember those who gave their blood to defend this country. Hail the victorious dead!
Crowd: Hail!
Éowyn: Westu Aragorn hál.
Théoden: I am happy for you. He is an honorable Man.
Éowyn: You are both honorable Men.
Théoden: It was not Théoden of Rohan who led our people to victory. Ah, don”t listen to me. You are young, and tonight is for you.
Merry & Pippin:
Oh you can search far and wide,
You can drink the whole town dry,
But you”ll never find a beer so brown,
As the one we drink in our hometown.
You can keep your fancy ales,
You can drink them by the flagon,
But the only brew for the brave and true,
Comes from the Green Dragon!
Aragorn: No news of Frodo?
Gandalf: No word. Nothing.
Aragorn: We have time. Every day Frodo moves closer to Mordor.
Gandalf: Do we know that?
Aragorn: What does your heart tell you?
Gandalf: That Frodo is alive. Yes. Yes, he”s alive.
Sméagol: Too risky. Too risky. Thieves. They stole it from us. Kill them. Kill them. Kill them both!
Gollum: Shh! Quiet. Mustn”t wake them. Mustn”t ruin it now.
Sméagol: But they knows. They knows. They suspects us!
Gollum: What”s it saying, my precious, my love? Sméagol losing his nerve?
Sméagol: No. Not. Never. Sméagol hates nasty Hobbitses. Sméagol wants to see them...dead.
Gollum: And we will. Sméagol did it once, he can do it again. It”s ours. Ours!
Sméagol: We must get the precious. We must get it back.
Gollum: Patience. Patience, my love. First we must lead them to her.
Sméagol: We lead them to the winding stairs.
Gollum: Yes. The stairs. And then?
Sméagol: Up, up, up, up, up the stairs we go, until we come to...the tunnel.
Gollum: And when they go in, there”s no coming out. She”s always hungry. She always needs…to feed. She must eat. All she gets is filthy Orcses.
Sméagol: And they doesn”t taste very nice, does they, precious?
Gollum: No. Not very nice at all, my love. She hungers for sweeter meats, Hobbit-meat. And when she throws away the bones, and empty clothes, then we will find it.
Sméagol: And take it for me!
Gollum: For us.
Sméagol: Y-yes, we meant for us. ¡gollum! ¡gollum!
Gollum: The precious will be ours, once the Hobbitses are dead.
Sam: You miserable little toad!
Sméagol: Master!
Frodo: No, Sam! Leave him alone!
Sam: I heard it from his own mouth. He means to murder us!
Sméagol: Never! Sméagol wouldn”t hurt a fly! Argh! He”s a horrid, fat Hobbit who hates Sméagol and makes up nasty lies!
Sam: You miserable little maggot! I”ll stove your head in!
Frodo: Sam!
Sam: Don”t call me a liar! You”re a liar!
Sméagol: Argh!
Frodo: You”ll scare him off! We”re lost!
Sam: I don”t care! I can”t do it, Mister Frodo; I won”t wait around for him to kill us.
Frodo: I”m not sending him away!
Sam: You don”t see it, do you? He”s a villain!
Frodo: We can”t do this by ourselves, Sam. Not without a guide. I need you on my side.
Sam: I”m on your side, Mister Frodo.
Frodo: I know, Sam. I know. Trust me. Come, Sméagol.
Legolas: The stars are veiled. Something stirs in the East…a sleepless malice. The Eye of the Enemy is moving.
Merry: What you doing? Pippin? Pippin, are you mad?
Pippin: I just want to look at it. Just one more time.
Merry: Put it back! Pippin! No! Pippin...
Legolas: He is here!
Sauron: I see you...
Merry: Pippin! Help! Gandalf! Someone help him! Pippin!
Gandalf: Fool of a Took! Look at me.
Pippin: Gandalf, forgive me.
Gandalf: Look at me. What did you see?
Pippin: A tree. A white tree. In a courtyard of stone. It was dead! The city was burning.
Gandalf: Minas Tirith. Is that what you saw?
Pippin: saw...I saw him! I can hear his voice in my head.
Gandalf: What did you tell him? Speak!
Pippin: He asked me my name. I didn”t answer. He hurt me.
Gandalf: What did you tell him about Frodo and the Ring?
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: Of all the inquisitive Hobbits, Peregrin Took, you are the worst! Hurry, hurry!
Pippin: Where are we going?
Merry: Why did you look? Why do you always have to look?
Pippin: I don”t know. I can”t help it.
Merry: You never can.
Pippin: I”m sorry, all right? I won”t do it again.
Merry: Don”t you understand? The Enemy thinks you have the Ring. He”s going to be looking for you, Pip. They have to get you out of here.
Pippin: And you-you”re coming with me? Merry?
Merry: Come on.
Pippin: How far is Minas Tirith?
Gandalf: Three days” ride, as the Nazgûl flies, and you better hope we don”t have one of those on our tail.
Merry: Here, something for the road.
Pippin: The last of the Longbottom Leaf?
Merry: I know you”ve run out. You smoke too much, Pip.
Pippin: But we”ll see each other soon...won”t we?
Merry: I don”t know... I don”t know what”s going to happen.
Pippin: Merry...?
Gandalf: Run Shadowfax. Show us the meaning of haste!
Pippin: Merry!
Aragorn: Merry!
Elrond: (v.o.) Take her by the safest road. A ship lies anchored in the Grey Havens. It waits to carry her across the sea...the last journey of Arwen Undómiel.
Elrond: (v.o.) There is nothing for you here. Only death.
Figwit: Lady Arwen, we cannot delay. My Lady!
Arwen: Tell me what you have seen.
Elrond: Arwen.
Arwen: You have the gift of foresight. What did you see?
Elrond: I looked into your future and I saw death.
Arwen: But there is also life. You saw there was a child! You saw my son!
Elrond: That future is almost gone.
Arwen: But it is not lost.
Elrond: Nothing is certain.
Arwen: Some things are certain. If I leave him now, I will regret it forever. It is time.
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.
Arwen: Reforge the sword. Ada.
Elrond: Your hands are cold. The life of the Eldar is leaving you.
Arwen: This was my choice. Ada, whether by your will or not, there is no ship now that can bear me hence.
Gandalf: We”ve just passed into the realm of Gondor.
Gandalf: Minas Tirith. City of Kings.
Gandalf: Make way!
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.
Gandalf: 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: Hail Denethor, son of Ecthelion, Lord and Steward of Gondor. I come with tidings in this dark hour, and with counsel.
Denethor: Perhaps you come to explain this. Perhaps you come to tell me why my son is dead.
Pippin: Boromir died to save us, my kinsman and me. He fell defending us from many foes.
Gandalf: Pippin!
Pippin: I offer you my service, such as it is, in payment of this debt.
Gandalf: Get up! 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
Gandalf: Come.
Pippin: So I imagine this is just a ceremonial position. I mean, they don”t actually expect me to do any fighting, do they?
Gandalf: You”re in the service of the steward now. You”re going to have to do as you”re told, Peregrin Took, Guard of the Citadel.
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.
Sméagol: The dead city. Very nasty place. Full of enemies. Quick, quick! They will see, they will see. Come away, come away. Look! We have found it…the way into Mordor! The secret stair. Climb!
Sam: No! Mister Frodo!
Sméagol: Not that way!
Sméagol: What”s it doing?
Sam: No!
Frodo: They”re calling me…
Sméagol: Hide, hide!
Frodo: I can feel his blade!
Gandalf: We come to it at last. The great battle of our time.
Sméagol: Come away, Hobbits. We climb, we must climb.
Gandalf: The board is set. The pieces are moving.
Gandalf: Peregrin Took, my lad, there is a task now to be done. Another opportunity for one of the Shire-folk to prove their great worth. You must not fail me.
Gothmog: Quiet!
Faramir: To the river. Quick…
Gothmog: Faster. Draw swords!
Gandalf: Amon Dîn...
Guard: The beacon! The beacon of Amon Dîn is lit!
Gandalf: Hope is kindled.
Aragorn: The beacons of Minas Tirith! The beacons are lit! Gondor calls for aid!
Théoden: And Rohan will answer!
Théoden: 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. Gamling!
Gamling: Sir.
Théoden: Make haste across the Riddermark. Summon every able-bodied man to Dunharrow.
Gamling: I will.
Aragorn: You ride with us?
Éowyn: Just to the encampment. It”s tradition for the Women of the Court to farewell the Men.
Éowyn: The Men have found their captain. They will follow you into battle, even to death. You have given us hope.
Théoden: (v.o.) So, it is before the walls of Minas Tirith, the doom of our time will be decided.
Éomer: Now is the hour! Riders of Rohan! Oaths you have taken, now fulfill them all! For lord and land!
Madril: Faramir! We cannot hold them! The city is lost!
Faramir: Tell the Men to break cover. We ride for Minas Tirith.
Gondorian: Nazgûl!
Gondorian: Take cover!
Faramir: Fall back! Fall back to Minas Tirith! Retreat! Retreat!
Gothmog: The age of Men is over! The time of the Orc has come!
Gondorian: It”s the White Rider!
Faramir: Mithrandir! They broke through our defenses. They”ve taken the bridge and the west bank. Battalions of Orcs are crossing the river.
Gondorian: It is as the Lord Denethor predicted! Long has he foreseen this doom!
Gandalf: Foreseen and done nothing! Faramir? This is not the first Halfling to have crossed your path?
Faramir: No...
Pippin: You”ve seen Frodo and Sam?
Gandalf: Where? When?
Faramir: In Ithilien, not two days ago. Gandalf, they”ve taken the road to the Morgul Vale.
Gandalf: And then the Pass of Cirith Ungol?
Pippin: What does that mean? What”s wrong?
Gandalf: Faramir, tell me everything.
Sméagol: Careful, master! Careful! Very far to fall. Very dangerous on the stairs. Come master!
Gollum: Come to Sméagol...
Sam: Mr. Frodo! Get back you! Don”t touch him!
Sméagol: Why does he hates poor Sméagol? What has Sméagol ever done to him?
Sméagol: 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.
Witch-king: Send forth all legions. Do not stop the attack until the city is taken. Slay them all.
Gothmog: What of the Wizard?
Witch-king: I will break him.
Gondorian: What of Théoden”s Riders? Will Rohan come? Mithrandir?
Gandalf: Courage is the best defense you have now.
Pippin: Here do I swear fealty and service to Gondor, in peace or war, in living or dying, from...from this hour henceforth, until my lord release me, or death take me.
Denethor: And I shall not forget it, nor fail to reward that which is given. Fealty with love, valor with honor, disloyalty with vengeance. 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. If I should return, think better of me, father.
Denethor: That will depend on the manner of your return.
Sam: What are you up to? Sneaking off are we?
Sméagol: S-sneaking? Fat Hobbit is always so polite. Sméagol shows them secret ways that nobody else can find, and they say sneak! Sneak! Very nice friend, oh yes, my precious, very nice, very...
Sam: Alright, alright! You just startled me is all. What were you doing?
Sméagol: Sneaking.
Sam: Fine, have it your own way. I”m sorry to wake you, Mister Frodo. We have to be moving on.
Frodo: It”s dark still.
Sam: It”s always dark here. It”s gone! The Elven-bread!
Frodo: What? That”s all we have left!
Sam: He took it! He must have!
Sméagol: Sméagol? No, no, not poor Sméagol. Sméagol hates nasty Elf-bread!
Sam: You”re a lying wretch! What did you do with it?
Frodo: He doesn”t eat it. He can”t have taken it.
Sméagol: Look! What”s this? Crumbs on his jacketses! He took it! He took it! I”ve seen him, he”s always stuffing his face when master”s not looking!
Sam: That”s a filthy LIE! You stinking two-faced sneak!
Frodo: Sam! Stop it! Sam!
Sam: I”ll kill him!
Frodo: Sam, no!
Sam: Oh no, I”m sorry! I didn”t mean it to go so far. I was just so...just so angry. Here ... just…let”s just rest a bit.
Frodo: I”m alright.
Sam: No, no, you”re not alright. You”re exhausted. It”s that Gollum! It”s this place. It”s that thing around your neck! I could help a bit. I could carry it for a while. Share the load.
Frodo: Get away!
Sam: I don”t want to keep it! I just want to “elp.
Sméagol: See? See? He wants it for himself.
Sam: Shut up, you! Go away, get out of here!
Frodo: No, Sam. It”s you. I”m sorry, Sam.
Sam: But he”s a liar. He”s poisoned you against me.
Frodo: You can”t help me anymore.
Sam: You don”t mean that.
Frodo: Go home.
Gandalf: Faramir! Faramir! Your father”s will has turned to madness! Do not throw away your life so rashly!
Faramir: Where does my allegiance lie, if not here?
Gandalf: Your father loves you, Faramir! He will remember it before the end.
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.
ist and shadow, cloud and shade,
All shall fade! All shall fade ...
Théoden: Grimbold, how many?
Grimbold: I bring five hundred Men from the Westfold, My Lord.
Rohirrim: We have three hundred more from, Théoden King.
Théoden: Where are the riders from Snowbourn?
Rohirrim: None have come, My Lord.
Théoden: Six thousand spears, less than half of what I”d hoped for.
Aragorn: Six thousand will not be enough to break the lines of Mordor.
Théoden: More will come.
Aragorn: Every hour lost hastens Gondor”s defeat. We have till dawn, then we must ride.
Legolas: The horses are restless and the Men are quiet.
Éomer: They grow nervous in the shadow of the mountain.
Gimli: That road there, where does that lead?
Legolas: It is the road to the Dwimor, the door under the mountain.
Éomer: None who venture there ever return.
Gimli: Aragorn! Let”s find some food.
Éowyn: There, a true Esquire of Rohan
Merry: I”m ready! 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?
Arwen: I choose a mortal life. I wish I could”ve seen him...one last time.
Rohirrim: Sir? King Théoden awaits you, My Lord.
Théoden: I take my leave.
Aragorn: My Lord Elrond.
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! 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 Dwimor road. Ónen i-Estel Edain.
Aragorn: Ú-chebin estel anim.
Éowyn: Why are you doing this? The war lies to the east; you cannot leave on the eve of battle. You cannot abandon the Men.
Aragorn: Éowyn.
Éowyn: We need you here.
Aragorn: Why have you come?
Éowyn: Do you not know?
Aragorn: It is but a shadow and a thought that you love. I cannot give you what you seek.
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.
Rohirrim: What”s happening? Where is he going? I don”t understand. Lord Aragorn! Why does he leave on the eve of battle?
Gamling: He leaves because there is no hope.
Théoden: He leaves because he must.
Gamling: Too few have come. We cannot defeat the armies of Mordor.
Théoden: No, we cannot. But we will meet them in battle nonetheless.
Théoden: I have left instruction. The people are to follow your rule in my stead. Take up my seat in the Golden Hall. Long may you defend Edoras if the battle goes ill.
Éowyn: What other duty would you have me do, My Lord?
Théoden: Duty? No...I would have you smile again. Not grieve for those whose time has come. You shall live to see these days renewed. No more despair.
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: The very warmth of my blood seems drawn away.
Legolas: The way is shut. It was made by those who are dead, and The Dead keep it. The way is shut.
Aragorn: Brego! I do not fear death!
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!
Théoden: We must ride light and swift. It”s a long road ahead, and Man and beast must reach the end with the strength to fight. Little Hobbits do not belong in war, Master Meriadoc.
Merry: All my friends have gone to battle. I would be ashamed to be left behind!
Théoden: It”s a three-day gallop to Minas Tirith, and none of my Riders can bear you as a burden.
Merry: I want to fight!
Théoden: I will say no more.
Dernhelm: Ride with me.
Merry: My Lady!
Éomer: Form up! Move out!
Théoden: Ride! Ride now to Gondor!
Dead King: Who enters my domain?
Aragorn: One who will have your allegiance.
Dead King: The Dead do not suffer the living to pass.
Aragorn: Y ou will suffer me.
Dead King: 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.
Dead King: None but the King of Gondor may command me.
Dead King: 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?!
Gondorian: Open the gate, quick!
Gondorian: Quick, hurry!
Denethor: Faramir! Say not that he has fallen!
Soldier: T hey were outnumbered. None survived.
Gothmog: Fear. The city is rank with it. Let us ease their pain. Release the prisoners!
Orc: Catapults!
Denethor: My sons are spent... My line has ended!
Pippin: He”s alive!
Denethor: The House of Stewards has failed!
Pippin: He needs medicine, My Lord!
Denethor: My line has ended!
Pippin: My Lord.
Denethor: Rohan has deserted us. Théoden”s betrayed me. Abandon your posts! Flee! Flee for your lives!
Gandalf: Prepare for battle!
Gandalf: Come on, Men. To the wall! Defend the wall… Return to your posts!
Gandalf: Send these foul beasts into the abyss.
Gothmog: Stay where you are.
Gondorian: Watch out!
Gondorian: Down to the lower level. Quick!
Gandalf: Hold them back. Do not give into fear! Stay at your posts!
Gandalf: Not at the towers. Aim for the Trolls! Kill the Trolls!
Gandalf: Peregrin Took, go back to the Citadel!
Pippin: They called us out to fight.
Gandalf: This is no place for a Hobbit! Guard of the Citadel indeed. Now, back! Up the hill! Quickly! Quick!
Orcs: Grond! Grond! Grond!
Sméagol: In there.
Frodo: What is this place?
Sméagol: Master must go inside the tunnel.
Frodo: Now that I”m here, I don”t think I want to.
Sméagol: It”s the only way. Go in, or go back.
Frodo: I can”t go back. What”s that smell?
Sméagol: Orcses filth. Orcses come in here sometimes. Hurry! This way!
Frodo: Sméagol?
Sméagol: Over here!
Frodo: It”s sticky! What is it?
Gollum: You will see! Oh, yes! You will see.
Frodo: Sméagol? Sméagol! Sméagol! Sam…
Galadriel: (v.o.) And you, Frodo Baggins, I give you the light of Eärendil, our most beloved star. May it be a light for you in dark places, when all other lights go out.
Frodo: Aiya Eärendil Elenion Ancalima!
Gollum: Naughty little fly, why does it cry? Caught in her web, soon you”ll be...eaten.
Gollum: Got away, did it, Precious? Not this time! Not this time!
Sméagol: 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!
Frodo: I have to destroy it, Sméagol. I have to destroy it for both our sakes. I”m so sorry, Sam. So sorry.
Galadriel: This task was appointed to you, Frodo of the Shire. If you do not find a way, no one will.
Gandalf: Back to the gate! Hurry!
Denethor: 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!
Gandalf: Steady, steady! You are soldiers of Gondor. No matter what comes through that gate, you will stand your ground. Volley! Fire!
Sam: Let him go, you filth! Let him go! You will not touch him again! Come on and finish it! Back!
Sam: Mister Frodo! Oh no! Frodo! Mister Frodo! Wake up! Don”t leave me here alone! Don”t go where I can”t follow! Wake up! Not asleep...dead!
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.
Sam: Not dead!
Shagrat: 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!
Sam: Samwise, you fool!
Gorbag: This scum will be awake in a couple of hours.
Shagrat: Then he”ll wish he”d never been born!
Denethor: The house of his spirit crumbles. He is burning. Already burning. < | 
