Kura

I need your oath.

The first traces of a new ore.

Elrond has been very convincing in his assurances

that Gil-galad bore no ill intent when he sent him here.

There is something more at work.

Go to Lindon. Find out what.

You're off the Sea Guard! All three of you!

Enough!

I just ruined my friends' lives, shamed our family name.

Go to the Men who have taken refuge in the old watchtower.

Deliver to them a message.

That your people may live if you forsake all claim to these lands

and swear fealty to him.

One day, our true king will return.

I believe the man you hold in your dungeons is the lost heir in exile

to the throne of the Southlands.

I call on you to fight with me...

- I will serve! -I will serve!

...before Sauron claims their lands for his own.

You have lied, brought a dangerous outsider into our midst.

- -

- -

We're going to be left behind.

This is how we keep up with the others.

He helps us, and... and we help him.

- -

My great thumb. My great thumb.

No. Mi... Migration.

Like, mi-gra-tion.

Means, like, to move. What we do, Harfoots.

You see, we... we winter in Old Forest,

and mid-summer, we make for Norfield Glen to snail while the snailing's good.

-"Snails, snails"? - Snails, yeah.

And at the first blush of the oak leaves, we head to the Grove.

A whole orchard,

popping with bar apples, plums,

apricots, carrots, you'll... you'll love it.

Of course, the only trouble is there's a hundred perils between here and there.

"Perils"?

Like a danger.

You know, big folk, wolves, fog, rain,

hill-trolls, cave-trolls, anything that'll kill ya.

"Kill"?

Means to make somethin' dead.

I'm peril.

No. No, no, you're not.

-It's more... -No. Fireflies.

- -That was just an accident. It's...

You're not a peril.

You're good.

I'm good?

You're good. Because you're here to help.

Nori!

Oh, great. Others should be ready by now.

Quick sticks!

Let's go. Come on.

I... I'm...

I'm good.

Poke me with that crutch again,

I'll pluck the hair off your toes in your sleep.

And I'll pluck off my ears while you're at it.

It'd save me listenin' to your snorin'.

Oh, stuff. I do not snore.

- Yes, you do. -

Come on, now. Grove's not gonna migrate to us.

Might help us move faster if you sang us your mam's walking song.

Yeah, go on, Pops, give us a warble.

Oh, come on, it'll do us some good.

- The sun is fast fallin' -

Beneath trees of stone

The light in the tower

No longer my home

Past eyes of pale fire

Black sand for my bed

I trade all I've known

For the unknown ahead

Call to me Call to me lands far away

For I must now wander this wandering day

Away I must wander

This wandering day

Of drink I have little

And food I have less

My strength tells me no But the path demands yes

My legs are so short And the way is so long

I've no rest nor comfort

No comfort, but song

Sing to me, sing to me Lands far away

Oh, rise up and guide me This wandering day

Please promise to find me

-This wandering day -

-At last comes their answer -

Through cold and through frost

That not all who wonder or wander are lost

No matter the sorrow

No matter the cost

That not all who wonder

Or wander are...

Lost

The tunnel is complete, my lord.

Your arm. Show it to me.

How does it feel?

Like fire, Lord-father.

I wish you could feel it like I do.

For soon, it will be gone.

And with it, the part of me that knew its warmth as well.

- -

I shall miss it.

Summon the legions. It is time.

-Our enemy vows to attack. -

In exchange for mercy,

we've been ordered to abandon this tower

and swear fealty to their commander.

I know I'm not the king you have awaited.

But if you choose to stand with me and fight,

this tower will no longer be a reminder of our frailty,

but a symbol of our strength.

Who will stand with me?

Who among you will stand and fight?

- Aye, let's do it. - Aye.

Stand and fight?

Stand and fight?

You will die.

I say it'd be better to take our chances

bowing to the supposed enemy.

I have looked that enemy in the eye.

He's not your deliverance.

You think you are?

Elf?

I'll say this for our ancestors.

They lived!

Together, we can survive this.

Follow me, and together, we will!

Come on. Let's go.

Come on. Follow me. Come on!

- -Come on!

Follow me!

Theo!

It's our chance. It's our time. Come on.

With me. Come on, lad. Follow me, lad.

Right. Okay. Give me a hand, will ya?

Higher. Higher!

- - Enough for that run, lads.

Ferry it out now.

-Father. - Isildur.

May we speak?

Why wasn't I chosen for the expedition?

-Thought you were going west. - Not anymore.

Not till I've done something worthy of Númenor.

And what is that? In your words.

I don't have words for it.

That's why I'm trying so hard to find it.

Why I'm asking for your help.

Wish I could provide it.

But we've far more volunteers than we could ever hope to accommodate.

Half the city wants a spot on those boats.

Slip me to the front of the line.

What are your qualifications?

-"Qualifications"? -Do you belong to the Sea Guard?

-You know I'm twice the sailor... -Do you belong to the Sea Guard?

What about the Queen's Guard? Merchant's Guild?

-This is about uniform. -Horseman's Guild?

You're being absurd.

While you were feigning fidelity to the traditions of this isle,

these men were living them.

Finding ways to contribute. To serve.

Something of which you evidently care little.

I care. I'm ready to serve.

Nothing would make me prouder.

But you had your chance.

And you made your choice.

- - Risk Númenorean lives

for some grimy Southlander and a warmongering Elf?

Consul Pharazôn!

Why are you sending our kinsmen off to die?

- -Pharazôn! Pharazôn!

- Pharazôn! -Come with me.

Forgive me for not sending word to you sooner. Been a trying week.

Why didn't he stop this?

-He's loyal to her. Rightly or... -Wrongly.

There are many who feel as you do.