Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

Frodo:
I am Frodo Baggins, and this is Samwise Gamgee.

Faramir:
Your bodyguard?

Sam:
His gardener.

Gimli:
Toss me.

Aragorn:
What?

Gimli:
I cannot jump the distance. You'll have to toss me.

Gimli:
Don't tell the elf.

Aragorn:
Not a word.

Pippin:
It's talking, Merry. The tree is talking.

Gandalf:
The battle of Helm's Deep is over; the battle for Middle Earth is about to begin.

Gollum:
They're thieves! They're thieves! They're filthy little thieves! Where is it? Where is it? They stole it from us, our precious. Curse them! WE hates them! it's ours it is, and we wants it! We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false!

Smeagol:
No! Not master.

Gollum:
Yes precious. First they cheat you, hurt you, LIE.

Smeagol:
Master's my friend!.

Gollum:
You don't have any friends, nobody likes you!

Smeagol:
I'm not listening, I'm not listening.

Gollum:
You're a liar and a thief.

Smeagol:
No!

Gollum:
Murderer.

Smeagol:
Go away!

Gollum:
Go away?

Smeagol:
I hate you, I hate you.

Gollum:
Where would you be without me? Gollum! Gollum saved us! It was me! We survived because of me!

Smeagol:
Not anymore.

Gollum:
What did you say?

Smeagol:
Master looks after us now, we don't need you anymore. Leave now and never come back!

Gollum:
What?

Smeagol:
LEAVE NOW AND NEVER COME BACK!

Smeagol:
LEAVE NOW AND NEVER COME BACK!

Smeagol:
We told him to go away... and away he goes! Gone, gone, gone! Smeagol is free!

Galadriel:
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 Ringbearer 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 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?

Theoden:
So it begins.

Gandalf:
Gandalf? Yes... that was what they used to call me. Gandalf the Gray. That was my name.

Gimli:
Gandalf...

Gandalf:
*I* am Gandalf the White. And I come back to you now - at the turn of the tide.

Legolas:
A red sun rises, blood has been spilled this night.

Merry:
I think we might have made a mistake leaving the Shire, Pippin.

Saruman:
If the wall is breached, Helm's Deep will fall.

Wormtongue:
Even if it is breached, it will take a number beyond reckoning, thousands, to storm the keep.

Saruman:
Tens of thousands.

Wormtongue:
But, my lord, there is no such force.

Frodo:
I can't do this Sam.

Sam:
I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.

Frodo:
What are we holding on to Sam?

Sam:
That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.

Gollum:
We be nice to them, if they be nice to us.

Sam:
What we need is a few good taters.

Gollum:
What's taters, precious? What's taters, eh?

Sam:
Po-tay-toes. Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew. Lovely big golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish.

Sam:
Even you couldn't say no to that.

Gollum:
Oh yes we could. Spoilin' nice fish. Give it to us raw and wrigglin'. You keep nasty chips.

Sam:
You're hopeless.

Aragorn:
Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall.

Legolas:
They may yet be alive.

Sam:
There are dead things! Dead faces in the water.

Gollum:
All dead... all rotting. Elves and men and orcses. A great battle was fought here long ago. The Dead Marshes... yes, that is their name.

Gollum:
He wants the precious. Always he is looking for it. And the precious is wanting to go back to him... But we mustn't let him have it.

Gandalf:
All our hopes now lie with two little hobbits, somewhere in the wilderness.

Sam:
It's me. It's your Sam. Don't you know your Sam?

Aragorn:
Farmers, ferriers, stable boys. These are no soldiers.

Gimli:
Most have seen too many winters.

Legolas:
Or too few.

Gimli:
My lady...

Eowyn:
Lord Aragorn... where is he?

Gimli:
He fell.

Arwen:
Go to sleep.

Aragorn:
I am asleep. This is a dream.

Arwen:
Then it is a good dream.

Gandalf:
The veiling shadow that glowers in the East takes shape. Sauron will suffer no rival. From the summit of Barad-dur his eye watches ceaselessly. But he is not so mighty yet that he is above fear. Doubt ever gnaws at him. The rumor has reached him. The heir of Numenor still lives. Sauron fears you, Aragorn. He fears what you may become. And so he will strike hard and fast at the world of Men. He will use his puppet Saruman to destroy Rohan. War is coming. Rohan must defend itself, and therein lies our first challenge, for Rohan is weak and ready to fall. The King's mind is inslaved, it's an old device of Saruman's. His hold over King Theoden is now very strong. Sauron and Saruman are tightening the noose. But, for all their cunning, we have one advantage. The Ring remains hidden. And that we should seek to destroy it has not yet entered their darkest dreams. And so the weapon of the Enemy is moving towards Mordor in the hands of a Hobbit. Each day brings it closer to the fires of Mount Doom. We must trust now in Frodo. Everything depends now upon speed and upon the secrecy of his quest. Do not regret your decision to leave him. Frodo must finish this task alone.

Aragorn:
He's not alone. Sam went with him.

Gandalf:
Did he? Did he indeed? Good. Yes, very good.

Theoden:
When last I looked, Théoden, not Aragorn, was king of Rohan.

Gollum:
But, the fat hobbit. He knows. Eyes always watching.

Gandalf:
Look to my coming on the first light of the fifth day, at dawn look to the east.

Gimli:
It's true you don't see many dwarf women. And in fact, they are so alike in voice and appearance, that they are often mistaken for dwarf men.

Aragorn:
It's the beards.

Gimli:
And 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!

Gimli:
Which is, of course, ridiculous.

Theoden:
I will not risk open war.

Aragorn:
Open war is upon you whether you would risk it or not.

Frodo:
There is no promise you can make that I can trust.

Theoden:
So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?

Aragorn:
Ride out with me. Ride out and meet them.

Theoden:
For death and glory.

Aragorn:
For Rohan. For your people.

Theoden:
The Horn of Helm Hammerhand will sound in the deep, one last time!

Gandalf:
The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late Théoden, King.

Saruman:
Together, my lord Sauron, we shall rule this Middle-earth. The old world will burn in the fires of industry. Forests will fall. A new order will rise. We will drive the machine of war with the sword and the spear and the iron fist of the orc.

Merry:
The fires of Isengard will spread, and the forests of Tuckborough and Buckland will burn. And all that was once great and good in this world will be gone. There won't be a Shire, Pippin.

Gimli:
Bring your pretty face to my axe.

Ugluk:
Looks like meat's back on the menu, boys.

Theoden:
The crops can be re-sown, the homes re-built. Within these walls... we will outlast them.

Aragorn:
They do not come to destroy Rohan's crops or villages. They come to destroy its people. Down to the last child.

Theoden:
What will you have me do? Look at my men. Their courage hangs by a thread.

Theoden:
Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.

Gandalf:
Three hundred lives of men I have walked this earth and now I have no time.

Gollum:
We swears to serve the master of the precious. We swears on... on... on the precious.

Theoden:
Why should I welcome you, Gandalf Stormcrow?

Wormtongue:
A just question my liege. Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear. 'Lathspell' I name him. Ill news is an ill guest.

Gollum:
Don't follow the lights.

Theoden:
Fell deeds awake... Now for Wrath... Now for Ruin... and the Red Dawn...

Theoden:
Forth Eorlingas!

Galadriel:
The time of the Elves is over. Do we leave Middle-earth to its fate? Do we let them stand alone?

Haldir:
I bring word from Lord Elrond of Rivendell. An Alliance once existed between Elves and Men. Long ago we fought and died together. We come to honor that allegiance.

Aragorn:
Mae govannen, Haldir. You are most welcome.

Haldir:
We are proud to fight alongside Men once more.

Gollum:
He is drawing all evil to him.

Faramir:
The enemy? His sense of duty was no less than yours, I deem. You wonder what his name is, where he comes from, and if he really was evil at heart. What lies or threats led him on this long march from home, or he would not rather have stayed there... in peace? War will make corpses of us all.

Sam:
Who are they?

Gollum:
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.

Sam:
Ready to do what?

Gollum:
To make his war. The last war that will cover all the world in shadow.

Aragorn:
You have some skill with a blade.

Eowyn:
The women of this country learned long ago, those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain.

Aragorn:
What do you fear, my lady?

Eowyn:
A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.

Aragorn:
You are a daughter of kings, a shield maiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate.

Faramir:
I think at last we understand one another, Frodo Baggins.

Madril:
You know the laws of our country - the laws of your father. If you let them go your life will be forfeit.

Faramir:
Then it is forfeit. Release them.

Gandalf:
There is no way out of that ravine, Théoden is walking into a trap.

Gollum:
Sméagol... Why do you cry, Sméagol?

Smeagol:
Cruel men hurts us. Master tricks us.

Gollum:
Of course he did. I told you he was tricksy. I told you he was false.

Smeagol:
Master is our friend... our friend.

Gollum:
Master betrayed us.

Smeagol:
No, not it's business. Leave us alone.

Gollum:
Filthy little hobbites. They stole it from us.

Smeagol:
No... No.

Faramir:
What did they steal?

Gollum:
Myyy PRECIOUSSS.

Sam:
Mr. Frodo, put the ring on; just this once, disappear.

Frodo:
I can't... you were right Sam, it has taken over me. If I put it on he will find me.

Sam:
It's the Ring, isn't it?

Frodo:
It's getting heavier.

Sam:
This looks strangely familiar.

Frodo:
That's because we've been here before, we're going in circles.

Frodo:
Maybe he does deserve to die, but now that I see him I do pity him.

Frodo:
Stop! This creature is bound to me and I to him. He is our guide.

Treebeard:
We have just agreed...

Merry:
Yes?

Treebeard:
I have told your names to the Entmoot, and we have agreed you are not orcs.

Pippin:
Well that's good news.

Gimli:
Whatever luck you live by... let's hope it lasts the night.

Legolas:
You're friends are with you, Aragorn.

Gimli:
Let's hope they last the night...

Treebeard:
You must understand young hobbit, takes a long time to say anything in Old Entish. And we never say anything unless it is worth taking a long time to say.

Merry:
It's been going for hours.

Pippin:
They must have decided something by now.

Treebeard:
Decided? No, we have just finished saying "Good Morning".

Merry:
But it's night time already! You can't take forever. Our friends our out there! They cannot fight this war on their own.

Treebeard:
War yes, it effects us all.

Saruman:
Rohan, my lord, is ready to fall.

Treebeard:
My home is deep in the forest near the roots of the mountains.

Treebeard:
I promised Gandalf I would keep you safe and safe is where I'll keep you.

Gimli:
You'll find more cheer in a graveyard.

Treebeard:
We Ents cannot hold back this storm. We must weather such things as we have always done.

Merry:
How can that be your decision?

Treebeard:
This is not our war.

Merry:
But you're part of this world, aren't you?... You must help... please.

Treebeard:
Many of these trees were my friends. Creatures I had known from nut or acorn.

Pippin:
I'm sorry Treebeard.

Treebeard:
They had voices of their own. Saruman. A wizard should know better.

Theoden:
Dark have been my dreams of late.

Theoden:
I know your face, Eowyn.

Man Flesh Uruk:
What is it? What do you smell?

Mauhur:
Man flesh. They've picked up our trail.

Eowyn:
Leave me alone, you snake!

Wormtongue:
Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in? So fair, yet so cold like a morning of pale Spring still clinging to Winter's chill.

Eowyn:
Your words are poison!

Háma:
I cannot allow you before Theoden King so armed, Gandalf Greyhame... by order of Grima Wormtongue.

Háma:
Your staff.

Gandalf:
Oh... you would not part an old man from his walking stick?

Eomer:
Look for your friends, but do not trust to hope. It has forsaken these lands.

Pippin:
Don't talk to it, Merry. Don't encourage it.

Treebeard:
That doesn't make sense to me. But, then again, you are very small.

Pippin:
And whose side are you on?

Treebeard:
Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little orc.

Eowyn:
My Lord! Aragorn! I am to be sent with the women into the caves.

Aragorn:
That is an honorable charge.

Eowyn:
To mind the children, to find food and bedding when the men return. What renown is there in that?

Aragorn:
My Lady, there may come a time for valor without renown. Who then will your people look to in the last defense?

Eowyn:
Let me stand at your side.

Aragorn:
I cannot command it.

Eowyn:
You do not command the others to stay! They fight beside you because they would not be parted from you! Because they love you.

Eowyn:
I am sorry.

Saruman:
There will be no Dawn... for Men.

Legolas:
They run as if the very whips of their masters were behind them.

Gandalf:
From the lowest dungeon to the highest peak I fought with the Balrog of Morgoth... Until at last I threw down my enemy and smote his ruin upon the mountain side... Darkness took me and I strayed away through thought and time. Stars wheeled overhead and every day was as long as a life age of the earth... But it was not the end. I felt life in me again. I've been sent back until my task is done.

Legolas:
That is one of the Mearas, unless my eyes are cheated by some spell.

Gandalf:
Shadowfax. He's the lord of all horses and he's been my friend through many dangers.

Gandalf:
I will draw you, Saruman, as poison is drawn from a wound.

Aragorn:
No, my lord - let him go. Enough blood has been split on his account.

Pippin:
The closer we are to danger, the farther we are from harm. It's the last thing he'll expect.

Merry:
Are you mad? We will be caught for sure.

Pippin:
Not this time.

Theoden:
Simbelmÿne. Ever has it grown on the tombs of my forebears. 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 that last days of my house.

Gandalf:
Théodred's death was not of your making.

Theoden:
No parent should have to bury their child.

Gandalf:
He was strong in life. His spirit will find the way to the halls of your fathers.

Frodo:
The Ring will not save Gondor. It only has the power to destroy. Please, let me go.

Sam:
You want to know what happen to Boromir? Do you want to know why your brother died? He tried to take the Ring from Frodo after swearing an oath to protect him. The Ring drove your brother mad.

Treebeard:
I always like going South, somehow it feels like going downhill.

Faramir:
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, and the ring of power within my grasp.

Elrond:
Our time here is ending, Arwen's time is ending. Let her go... let her take the ship into the West. Let her bear her love for you to the Undying Lands, there it will be ever green...

Aragorn:
...but never more than a memory.

Sam:
Mordor... the one place in Middle-Earth we don't want to see any closer... And it's the one place we're trying to get to... it's just where we can't get.

Gimli:
What's happening out there?

Legolas:
Shall I describe it to you... or would you like me to find you a box?

Saruman:
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!

Gollum:
I found it I did. A way through the marshes. Orcs don't use it, orcs don't know it. They go round for miles and miles. Come hobbitses, soft and quick as shadows we must be.

Elrond:
He is not coming back. Why do you linger here when there is no hope?

Arwen:
There is still hope.

Elrond:
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.

Boromir:
He loves you, father.

Denethor:
Do not trouble me with Faramir, I know his uses and they are few.

Grima Wormtongue:
His staff. I told you to take the Wizard's staff.

Theoden:
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.

Aragorn:
Gimli, lower your axe.

Legolas:
The trees have feelings, my friend. The elves began it, waking up the trees, teaching them to speak.

Gimli:
Talking trees. What do trees have to talk about, hmm... except the consistency of squirrel droppings?

Legolas:
Forgive me. I mistook you for Saruman

Gandalf:
I am Saruman. Or Rather, Saruman as he should have been.

Sam:
Captain Faramir, you have shown your quality, sir - the very highest.

Faramir:
The Shire must truly be a great realm, Master Gamgee, where gardeners are held in high honor.

Pippin:
Merry?

Merry:
What, Pip?

Pippin:
I'm hungry.

Gimli:
That was deliberate, it was deliberate.

Sam:
We're innocent travelers.

Faramir:
There are no travelers in this land... only servants of the Dark Lord.

Frodo:
We are bound to an errand of secrecy. Those who claim to oppose the enemy would do well not to hinder us.

Saruman:
We have only to remove those who oppose us.

Wormtongue:
Why do you lay these troubles on an already troubled mind?

Gollum:
Sneaky little hobbitses.

Eomer:
How long has it been since Saruman bought you? What was the promised price Grima? When all the Men are dead you would take your share of the treasure?

Eomer:
Too long have you watched my sister. Too long have you haunted her steps.

Wormtongue:
You see much, Eomer son of Eomund. Too much.

Wormtongue:
You are banished forthwith from the Kingdom of Rohan... under pain of death.

Gollum:
Oh! Cruel Hobbit! It does not care if we be hungry. It does not care if we should die! Not like Master. Master cares. Master knows. Yes, precious...

Gollum:
Once it takes hold of us it never lets go.

Aragorn:
Gandalf.

Gandalf:
Theoden king stands alone.

Eomer:
Not alone. Rohirrim!

Theoden:
Eomer!

Eomer:
TO THE KING!

Legolas:
Final count, forty-two.

Gimli:
Forty-two? Oh, that's not bad for a pointy-eared elvish princeling. Hmph! I myself am sitting pretty on forty-THREE.

Legolas:
Forty-three.

Gimli:
He was already dead!

Legolas:
He was twitching.

Gimli:
He was twitching because he's got MY AX BURIED IN HIS NERVOUS SYSTEM!

Gamling:
Every villager able to wield a sword has been sent to the armory... my lord?

Theoden:
Who am I, Gamling?

Gamling:
You are our king, sire.

Theoden:
And do you trust your king?

Gamling:
Your men, my Lord, will follow you to whatever end.

Theoden:
To whatever end...

Gimli:
That only counts as one!

Sam:
I thought they were dead!

Gollum:
Dead? No, you cannot kill them. No.

Boromir:
Remember today little brother.

Frodo:
We can't leave this here for someone to follow us down.

Sam:
Who's going to follow us down here, Mr. Frodo?

Sam:
It's a shame, really. Lady Galadriel gave me that. Real elvish rope.

Sam:
Well, there's nothing for it - it's one of my knots. It won't come free in a hurry.

Frodo:
Real Elvish rope.

Gimli:
Keep breathing. That's the key. Breathe.

Treebeard:
The Ents are going to war.

Aragorn:
In one thing you haven't changed, my friend - you still speak in riddles.

Snaga:
Just a mouthful. A bit off the flank!

Treebeard:
I believe you will enjoy this next one. It is one of my own compositions. Right, ahem. 'Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves and dreams of trees untold, When woodland halls are green and cool, and the wind is in the west, Come back to me. Come back to me, And say my land is best.'

A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night

"Shall I describe it to you? Or would you like me to find you a box?" -legolas