To the smithy. Go!
You should not encourage him.
You should not doubt him.
I do not doubt his heart, only the reach of his arm.
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?
You know as little of war as that Hobbit.
When the fear takes him...
...and the blood and the screams and the horror of battle take hold...
...do you think he would stand and fight?
He would flee.
And he would be right to do so.
War is the province of Men, Éowyn.
I choose a mortal life.
I wish I could've seen him...
...one last time.
Sir?
King Théoden awaits you, my lord.
I take my leave.
My lord 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.
It will not be our end, but his.
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, Aragorn.
You need more men.
There are none.
There are those who dwell in the mountain.
Murderers...
...traitors.
You would call upon them to fight?
They believe in nothing.
They answer to no one.
They will answer to the king of Gondor.
Andûril, the Flame of the West, forged from the shards of Narsil.
Sauron will not have forgotten the Sword of Elendil.
The blade that was broken shall return to Minas Tirith.
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.
I give hope to Men.
I keep none for myself.
Why are you doing this?
The war lies to the east. You cannot leave on the eve of battle.
You cannot abandon the men.
Éowyn....
We need you here.
Why have you come?
Do you not know?
It is but a shadow and a thought that you love.
I cannot give you what you seek.
I have wished you joy since first I saw you.
Just where do you think you're off to?
Not this time.
This time you must stay, Gimli.
Have you learned nothing of the stubbornness of Dwarves?
You might as well accept it. We're going with you, laddie.
-What's happening? -Where is he going?
Where's he going?
I don't understand.
Lord Aragorn!
Why does he leave on the eve of battle?
He leaves because there is no hope.
He leaves because he must.
Too few have come.
We cannot defeat the armies of Mordor.
No...
...we cannot.
But we will meet them in battle nonetheless.
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.
What other duty would you have me do, my lord?
Duty?
No.
I would have you smile again...
...not grieve for those whose time has come.
You shall live to see these days renewed...
...and no more despair.
What kind of army would linger in such a place?
One that is cursed.
Long ago, the Men of the Mountains 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...
...vanishing into the darkness of the mountain.
And so Isildur cursed them...
...never to rest until they had fulfilled their pledge.
Who shall call them from the grey twilight?
The forgotten people.
The heir of him to whom the oath they swore.
From the north shall he come.
Need shall drive him.
He shall pass the door to the Paths of the Dead.
The very warmth of my blood seems stolen away.
The way is shut.
It was made by those who are dead.
And the Dead keep it.
The way is shut.
Brego!
I do not fear death.
Well, this is a thing unheard-of.
An Elf will go underground where a Dwarf dare not?
Oh.
Oh, I'd never hear the end of it.
We must ride light and swift.
It is 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.
All my friends have gone to battle.
I would be ashamed to be left behind.
It is a three-day gallop to Minas Tirith.
And none of my riders can bear you as a burden.
I want to fight.
I will say no more.
Ride with me.
My lady.
Form up! Move out!
Ride!
Ride now to Gondor!
What is it?
What do you see?
I see shapes of men.
And of horses.
Where?
Pale banners like shreds of cloud.
Spears rise...
...like winter-thickets through a shroud of mist.
The Dead are following.
They have been summoned.
The Dead?
Summoned?
I knew that.
Very good.
Very good! Legolas!
Do not look down.
Who enters my domain?
One who will have your allegiance.
The Dead do not suffer the living to pass.
You will suffer me.
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.
I summon you to fulfill your oath.
None but the king of Gondor may command me.
That line was broken.
It has been remade.
Fight for us...
...and regain your honour.
What say you?
You waste your time, Aragorn.
They had no honour in life, they have none now in death.
I am Isildur's heir.
Fight for me...
...and I will hold your oaths fulfilled.
What say you?
You have my word!
Fight, and I will release you from this living death!
What say you?!
Stand, you traitors!
Out!
Legolas!
Run!
We fight.
Open the gate! Quick!
Quick! Hurry!
Faramir!
Say not that he has fallen.
They were outnumbered.
None survived.
Fear.
The city is rank with it.
Let us ease their pain.
Release the prisoners.
Catapults!
My sons are spent.
My line has ended.
He's alive!
The House of Stewards has failed.
He needs medicine, my lord.
My line has ended!
My lord!
Rohan...
...has deserted us.
Théoden's betrayed me.
Abandon your posts!
Flee! Flee for your lives!
Prepare for battle!
Hurry, men! To the wall! Defend the wall!
Over here!
Return to your posts!
Send these foul beasts into the abyss.
Stay where you are.
We need more rubble!
Watch out!
Down to the lower levels. Quick!
Double up, men!
Hold them back! Do not give in to fear.
Stand to your posts! Fight!
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 Eärendil, 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.
If you 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 now feel 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.