The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

-You cannot pass! -Gandalf!

I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor.

Go back to the Shadow.

The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn!

You shall not pass!

No! No!

Gandalf!

Fly, you fools.

No!

Gandalf!

Gandalf!

What is it, Mr. Frodo?

Nothing.

Just a dream.

Can you see the bottom?

No! Don't look down, Sam! Just keep going!

Catch it! Grab it, Mr. Frodo!

Mr. Frodo!

I think I've found the bottom.

Bogs and rope, and goodness knows what.

It's not natural. None of it.

-What's in this? -Nothing.

Just a bit of seasoning.

I thought maybe if we was having a roast chicken one night or something.

Roast chicken?!

You never know.

Sam. My dear Sam.

It's very special, that. It's the best salt in all the Shire.

It is special.

It's a little bit of home.

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

Who's gonna follow us down here, Mr. Frodo?

It's a shame, really. Lady Galadriel gave me that.

Real Elvish rope.

Well, there's nothing for it. It's one of my knots.

Won't come free in a hurry.

Real Elvish rope.

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.

Let's face it, Mr. Frodo, we're lost.

I don't think Gandalf meant for us to come this way.

He didn't mean for a lot of things to happen, Sam...

...but they did.

Mr. Frodo?

It's the Ring, isn't it?

It's getting heavier.

-What food have we got left? -Let me see.

Oh, yes. Lovely.

Lembas bread. And look!

More lembas bread.

I don't usually hold with foreign food...

...but this Elvish stuff, it's not bad.

Nothing ever dampens your spirits, does it, Sam?

Those rain clouds might.

This looks strangely familiar.

It's because we've been here before.

We're going in circles.

What is that horrid stink?

I warrant there's a nasty bog nearby.

-Can you smell it? -Yes.

I can smell it.

We're not alone.

The thieves. The thieves.

The filthy little thieves.

Where is it?

Where is it?

They stole it from us.

My precious.

Curse them, we hates them!

It's ours, it is, and we wants it!

This is Sting.

You've seen it before...

... haven't you, Gollum?

Release him or I'll cut your throat.

It burns!

It burns us!

It freezes!

Nasty Elves twisted it.

-Take it off us! -Quiet, you!

It's hopeless. Every Orc in Mordor's going to hear this racket.

-Let's just tie him up and leave him. -No!

That would kill us! Kill us!

It's no more than you deserve!

Maybe he does deserve to die.

But now that I see him, I do pity him.

We be nice to them if they be nice to us.

Take it off us.

We swears to do what you wants.

We swears.

There's no promise you can make that I can trust.

We swears...

...to serve the master of the precious.

We will swear on...

...on the precious.

Gollum. Gollum.

The Ring is treacherous. It will hold you to your word.

Yes...

...on the precious.

On the precious.

I don't believe you!

-Get down! I said, down! -Sam!

He's trying to trick us.

If we let him go, he'll throttle us in our sleep.

-You know the way to Mordor? -Yes.

You've been there before?

Yes.

You will lead us to the Black Gate.

To the Gate, to the Gate! To the Gate, the master says. Yes!

No! We won't go back. Not there. Not to him.

They can't make us. Gollum! Gollum!

But we swore to serve the master of the precious.

No. Ashes and dust and thirst there is, and pits, pits, pits.

And Orcses, thousands of Orcses.

And always the Great Eye watching, watching.

Hey! Come back now! Come back!

There! What did I tell you?

He's run off, the old villain.

So much for his promises.

This way, Hobbits.

Follow me!

Merry!

Merry!

You're late. Our master grows impatient.

He wants the Shire-rats now.

I don't take orders from Orc-maggots.

Saruman will have his prize.

We will deliver them.

Merry!

Merry? Wake up.

My friend is sick.

He needs water. Please!

Sick, is he? Give him some medicine, boys!

Stop it!

Can't take his draught!

-Leave him alone! -Why?

You want some?

Then keep your mouth shut.

Merry.

Hello, Pip.

-You're hurt. -I'm fine.

-It was just an act. -An act?

See? I fooled you too.

Don't worry about me, Pippin.

What is it? What do you smell?

Man-flesh.

They've picked up our trail.

Aragorn.

Let's move!

Their pace has quickened.

They must have caught our scent.

Hurry!

Come on, Gimli!

Three days and nights pursuit.

No food. No rest.

And no sign of our quarry, but what bare rock can tell.

Not idly do the leaves of Lórien fall.

They may yet be alive.

Less than a day ahead of us. Come.

Come, Gimli! We're gaining on them!

I'm wasted on cross-country. We Dwarves are natural sprinters.

Very dangerous over short distances.

Rohan.

Home of the Horse-lords.

There's something strange at work here.

Some evil gives speed to these creatures.

Sets its will against us.

Legolas! What do your Elf-eyes see?

The Uruks turn northeast.

They are taking the Hobbits to Isengard.

Saruman.

The world is changing.

Who now has the strength to stand against the armies of Isengard...

...and Mordor?

To stand against the might of Sauron and Saruman...

...and the union of the two towers?

Together, my Lord Sauron...

...we shall rule this Middle-earth.

The Old World will burn in the fires of industry.

The forests will fall.

A new order will rise.

We will drive the machine of war with the sword and the spear...

...and the iron fists of the Orc.

I want them armed and ready to march within two weeks!

But, my lord, there are too many!

They cannot all be armed in time, we don't have the means.

Build a dam, block the stream, work the furnaces night and day.

We don't have enough fuel to feed the fires.

The Forest of Fangorn lies on our doorstep.

-Burn it. -Yes.

We will fight for you.

Swear it.

We will die for Saruman.

The Horse-Men took your lands.

They drove your people into the hills to scratch a living off rocks.

Murderers!

Take back the lands they stole from you.

Burn every village!

We have only to remove those who oppose us.

It will begin in Rohan.