LORD OF THE RINGS:
Fellowship Of The Ring
TRANSCRIP part 2

THE RING GOES SOUTH

<Scene goes to Bilbo’s room>

Bilbo: My old sword, Sting! Here! Take it, take it! <Frodo unsheathes the
sword and examines it>

Frodo: It’s so light!

Bilbo: Yes...yea--made by the elves you know. The blade glows blue when
orcs are close. And its times like that my lad, when you'll have to be extra
careful! <brings out a mail shirt>

Bilbo: Here’s a pretty thing --Mithril! As light as a feather! And as hard as
dragon scales! Let me see you put it on. Go on.

<Frodo starts to unbotton his shirt. Bilbo sees the Ring hanging on a chain
around Frodo’s neck>

Bilbo: Oh...M-my old Ring! Oh well... I sh-sh-should very much like, to
hold it again, one last time. <Frodo begins to cover up the Ring>

<Bilbo, transformed by the power of the Ring, lashes out. Frodo, startled,
backs away. Bilbo soon regains his composure. He then sits on the bed
weeping>

Bilbo: I’m sorry I brought this upon you my boy...I’m sorry that you must
carry this burden. I’m sorry for everything!

<Frodo places a reassuring hand on Bilbo’s shoulder>

<Scene: The Fellowship departs from Rivendell. They travel through the
woods, over open plains and hillsides. They pause on a hill in the wild>

Voice Over of Gandalf: We must hold this course west of the Misty
Mountains for 40 days. If our luck holds the Gap of Rohan will still be open
to us. From there our road turns east to Mordor.

<Rest Stop: Boromir spars with Merry and Pippin, tutoring them on sword
fighting>

Boromir: Two, One, Five. Good, very good.

Aragorn: Move your feet.

Merry: That’s good, Pippin.

Pippin: Thanks.

Boromir: Faster

Gimli: ‘Anyone was to ask for my opinion, which I note they’re not, I’d say
we were taking the long way round. Gandalf, we could pass through the
Mines of Moria. My cousin Balin would give us a royal welcome.

Gandalf: No Gimli, I would not take the roads through Moria unless I had
no other choice.

<Legolas notices something amiss and looks intently towards the South>

Boromir: Come on. Good. <Boromir accidentally nicks Pippin’s hand>

Pippin: Aaaah!

Boromir: Sorry!<Pippin kicks Boromir on the shin>

Boromir: Ahh!

Merry: Get Him! <Boromir goes down in mock battle. Boromir and
Aragorn laugh.>

Pippin: For the Shire!

Pippin: Hold him! Hold him Merry!

Merry: He got my arm! He got my arm!

Sam (noticing black cloud): What is that?

Gimli: Nothing, it’s just a whiff of cloud.

Boromir: It’s moving fast...against the wind.

Legolas: Crebain from Dunland!

Aragorn: Hide!

Boromir: Merry! Frodo!

Aragorn: Come on, come on! Take cover!

<The Fellowship scrambles to gather their things. Sam puts out the fire.
They hide behind rock outcroppings and under bushes. Just then, a flock of
black birds rushes overhead, cawing loudly. They circle the hill, then turn
and fly back Southward>

Gandalf: Spies of Saruman! The passage south is being watched. We must
take the Pass of Caradhras.

<The Fellowship climbs the snowy slopes of Caradhras.>

<Frodo looses his footing and falls, rolling down the slope towards
Aragorn>

Frodo: Ungh!

Aragorn: Frodo! <helps him to his feet. Frodo searches himself for the
Ring. Finding it missing, he looks back up the slope. Boromir, sees the Ring
on the snow and picks it up by its chain>

Aragorn: Boromir.

Boromir (looking at ring): It is a strange fate we should suffer so much fear
and doubt over so small a thing... such a little thing.

Aragorn: Boromir! Give the Ring to Frodo.

Boromir: <hands it to Frodo> As you wish. I care not.

<Frodo grabs the Ring from him. Boromir jokingly tousles Frodo’s hair then
turns to resume climbing. Frodo looks on suspiciously. Aragorn releases his
grip from his sword>

<Scene goes to Crebain returning to Isengard- beneath Orthanc>

Saruman: So, Gandalf, you try to lead them over Caradhras. And if that
fails, where then will you go? If the mountain defeats you will you risk a
more dangerous road?

<Scene - The Pass of Caradhras.>

< Fellowship with the exception of Legolas plods through the snow.
Legolas walks on top, keeping watch. Voice of Saruman is heard>

Voice of Saruman: Cuiva nwalca Carnirassë nai yarvaxëa rasselya!
(Wake up cruel Redhorn! May your horn be bloodstained!)

Legolas: There is a fell voice on the air.

Gandalf: Its Saruman!

<First avalanche falls. It misses the Fellowship by a hair>

Aragorn: He’s trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf, we must turn
back!

Gandalf: No! <Gandalf rises on the snow, chants out counter spell>

Gandalf: Losto Caradhras, sedho, hodo, nuitho i 'ruith! (Sleep
Caradhras, be still, lie still, hold your wrath!)

Saruman (atop Orthanc): Cuiva nwalca Carnirasse; Nai yarvaxea
rasselya; taltuva notto-carinnar! (Wake up cruel Redhorn! May your
bloodstained horn fall upon enemy heads!)

<lightning strikes the tip of Caradhras sending a second avalanche onto the
Fellowship below. Legolas snatches Gandalf from the edge, pulling him
against the cliff just before the snow buries them completely. After a
moment, they emerge from the snow>

Boromir: We must get off the mountain! Make for the Gap of Rohan and
take the west road to my city!

Aragorn: The Gap of Rohan takes us too close to Isengard!

Gimli: If we cannot pass over a mountain, let us go under it. Let us go
through the mines of Moria.

<Scene flashes to Saruman in his chamber in Orthanc, reading a page in a
book of lore>

Saruman: Moria. You fear to go into those mines. The dwarves delved too
greedily and too deep. You know what they awoke in the darkness of
Khazad-dum: Shadow and Flame!

<Scene returns to Caradhras>

Gandalf: <grimly> Let the Ring bearer decide. Frodo?

Frodo (glances at Sam): We will go through the mines.

Gandalf: So be it.

A JOURNEY IN THE DARK

<Scene: The Fellowship arrives at the West Gate of Moria>

Gimli: <in awe> The walls of Moria!

<Fellowship walks by the side of the lake. Frodo’s foot slips into the water.
Frodo gasps.>

<Gandalf makes out an outline of the doors>

Gandalf: Now, let’s see. Ithildin -- it mirrors only starlight and
moonlight.<Moon appears. Doors illuminate>

Gandalf: It reads "The doors of Durin - Lord of Moria. Speak friend and
enter."

Merry: What do you suppose that means?

Gandalf: Oh it’s quite simple. If you are a friend you speak the password
and the doors will open.

Gandalf: Annon Edhellen edro hi ammen! (Gate of the Elves open now
for me!)<Doors remain closed. Gandalf begins to push it with his staff>

<Time passes. The rest of the Fellowship are seated around the doors or
near the lake, still waiting for Gandalf to open it>

Gandalf: Ando Eldarinwa a lasta quettanya, Fenda Casarinwa! (Gate
of Elves listen to my word, Threshold of Dwarves!)

Aragorn: <unhitches Bill’s bridle> The mines are no place for a pony, even
one so brave as Bill.

Sam: <sadly> Buh-bye Bill

Aragorn: Go on, Bill, go on. Don’t worry Sam, he knows the way home.

<Merry begins to throw stones into the water. Pippin follows suit but
Aragorn stops him>

Aragorn: Do not disturb the water.

Gandalf (exasperated): Oh, it’s useless!<Gandalf sits. Frodo stands and
looks at the writings intently>

Frodo: It’s a riddle. Speak "friend" and enter. What’s the Elvish word for
friend?

Gandalf: Mellon

<The stone doors slowly swing open. The Fellowship enters Moria>

Gimli: Soon master elf you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the dwarves.
Roaring fires, malt beer, ripe meat off the bone. This, my friend, is the
home of my cousin Balin. And they call it a mine. A mine!

Boromir: This is no mine, it’s a tomb! <Dwarf corpses litter the floor>

Gimli: Oh! No! Noooo!!!

<Legolas picks up an arrow from the body of a fallen dwarf, examines it
and casts it away in disgust>

Legolas: Goblins!

<Legolas, Aragorn and Boromir draw out their swords>

Boromir: We make for the Gap of Rohan. We should never have come
here.

<The four hobbits are backing toward the door. Something stirs in the
water behind them>

Boromir: Now get out of here, get out!

<The whole company starts for the door. Suddenly, Frodo is grabbed from
behind and pulled off his feet by the Watcher in the water>

Sam Merry and Pippin: Frodo!

Sam: Strider! <hacks at tentacle> Get off him!

<The watcher releases Frodo for a split-second, and feigns to disappear
under the water. Suddenly many tentacles come boiling out of the water its
slaps the other hobbits aside and grab Frodo around the leg. He is pulled
out over the water and into the air>

Frodo: aah!

Merry: Aragorn!

<Legolas shoots one of the tentacles holding Frodo. Boromir and Aragorn
rush to the water with their swords, and attack the Watcher. It flings Frodo
wildly in the air. Aragorn slices the main tentacle holding Frodo’s leg.
Frodo falls, and Boromir catches him. Aragorn and Boromir retreat
towards the shore>

Gandalf: Into the Mines!

Boromir: Legolas! Aim for his eye! Come on!

<Legolas shoots an arrow straight into the Watcher’s eye. It pulls back and
as the Fellowship race into Moria, it reaches out and slams the gates shut.
Slabs of rocks drop and the roof of the passageway collapses. Total
darkness falls. Then a beam of light emits from Gandalf’s staff, showing
the startled faces of the Fellowship>

Gandalf: We now have but one choice. We must face the long dark of
Moria. Be on your guard. There are older and fouler things than orcs in the
deep places of the world.

<The Fellowship carefully picks its way over the floor and up the broad
steps>

Gandalf: Quietly now. It’s a four-day journey to the other side. Let us hope
that our presence may go unnoticed.

<The Fellowship enters a great cavern with a serpentine walkway down
through the middle. They then climb up steep steps on the side of a cavern
with its many buildings and stalagmites above them. Pippin looses his
footing and slips onto Merry>

Merry: Pippin!

<Scene: The Fellowship climbs another flight of stairs to a crossroads in the
mine: three portals loom before them>

Gandalf: I have no memory of this place

<The Fellowship rests while Gandalf sits before the portals and tries to
decide their course>

Pippin: Are we lost?

Merry: No.

Pippin: I think we are.

Sam: Shhh! Gandalf’s thinking.

Pippin: Merry?

Merry: What?

Pippin: I’m hungry.

<Frodo looks down into the cavern and sees a small figure leaping from
stone to stone. Startled, he approaches Gandalf.>

Frodo: There’s something down there.

Gandalf: It’s Gollum.

Frodo: Gollum?

Gandalf: He’s been following us for three days.

Frodo: He escaped the dungeons of Barad-Dur!

Gandalf: Escaped? Or was set loose?

<From the distance below, Gollum looks up, his large eyes pierces the
darkness and observes the company>

Gandalf: He hates and loves the Ring, as he hates and loves himself. He
will never be rid of his need for it.

Frodo: It’s a pity Bilbo didn’t kill him when he had the chance!

Gandalf: Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo’s hand. Many that live deserve
death, and some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo?

Gandalf: Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. Even the very
wise can not see all ends. My heart tells me that Gollum has some part to
play yet, for good or ill, before this is over. The pity of Bilbo may rule the
fate of many.

<Gollum slinks off. Frodo sits down next to Gandalf>

Frodo: I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had
happened.

Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to
decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to
us. There are other forces at work in this world Frodo besides the will of
evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, in which case you also were meant
to have it. And that is an encouraging thought.

Gandalf (looks toward one of the doorways): Ah! It’s that way.

Merry: He’s remembered!

Gandalf: No, but the air doesn’t smell so foul down here. If in doubt,
Meriadoc, always follow your nose.<The Fellowship heads down the
left-hand passage, and before long they come to a more open space>

Gandalf: Let me risk a little more light.<His staff illuminates a grandiose
hall of stone lined with tall pillars and arched ceilings as far as the eye can
see. Members of the Fellowship, including Gimli, react in awe>

Gandalf: Behold the great realm and dwarf city of Dwarrowdelf.

Sam: Now there’s an eye opener and no mistake.

<Fellowship walks forward through the hall. Gimli sees a ray of sunlight
shining through the Chamber of Mazarbul. Corpses lay scattered about>

Gimli: Haugh!

Gandalf: Gimli!

<Gimli pays no heed to Gandalf, but runs into the chamber. He stops and
kneels by a tomb.>

Gimli: No! No! <sob> No! <sob> <Boromir moves forward and places his
hand on Gimli’s shoulder>

Gandalf: <translates the runes on the tomb> "Here lies Balin, son of Fundin,
Lord of Moria." He is dead then. Its as I feared.

Gimli (wails): Kilmin malur ni zaram kalil ra narag. Kheled-zâram ...
Balin tazlifi.

<Gandalf gives his staff and hat to Pippin, bends down, and takes from the
grasp of a corpse a large and battered book. He opens it and clears the dirt
from its pages>

Legolas: <to Aragorn> We must move on, we cannot linger!

Gandalf: <reading> "They have taken the bridge, and the second hall. We
have barred the gates, but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes.
Drums, drums in the deep. <turns the page> We cannot get out. A Shadow
moves in the dark. We cannot get out...They are coming."

<Pippin sees a corpse sitting by a stone well with an arrow in its chest.
Curiously, he reaches out and lightly touches the arrow. The arrowhead
breaks off from the rest of the corpse, causing first the skull, then the body,
then the chain and bucket to go over the side of the well and drop far
below, its noise echo from hall to hall. He winces at each new wave of
noise. Then silence. The Fellowship begins to relax>

Gandalf: <slams the book shut> Fool of a Took! Throw yourself in next
time and rid us of your stupidity!

<Just then, drums echo up from deep below. Terror creeps into their
faces>

Sam: Frodo! <Sting glows blue>

Legolas: Orcs!

<Boromir goes to the door to have a look. Arrows are shot and hits the
door near his face>

Aragorn: <to the Hobbits> Get back! Stay close to Gandalf!

<Aragorn, dropping his torch, runs to Boromir and closes the doors. A troll
can be heard just outside>

Boromir (exasperated): They have a cave troll.

<Legolas tosses axes to Boromir and Aragorn to help blockade the door.
Fellowship draws out their weapons. Gimli leaps atop Balin's tomb and
brandishes his axe>

Gimli: Aarrgghhh!!! Let them come! There is one dwarf yet in Moria that
still draws breath!

<Orcs begin breaking the door down. Legolas and Aragorn shoot at them
through the holes in the door. The orcs break through and the battle begins.
The Fellowship engages the orcs>

<A cave troll smashes through the doorway. Legolas shoots him; he
growls. Sam looks up, sees the troll swinging his mace down at him, and
runs under the troll's legs. The troll swings twice at Gimli, but hits first the
tomb, then an Orc instead. The battle rages on>

Sam: <hits orcs with skillet> I think I’m getting the hang of this.

<Legolas kills orcs on a ledge on one wall. The troll swings his chain at
Legolas, who avoids it until the troll wraps it around a pillar. Legolas
stamps the chain tight and then runs along it onto the troll's head. He shoots
the troll and then jumps off>

<The troll continues to seek Frodo who tries to evade its searches by hiding
around the pillar. The troll finds him nevertheless and grabs him. Frodo falls
on his back into a corner. The troll lifts and drags Frodo off the edge>

Frodo: Aragorn? Aragorn!

<Frodo stabs the troll's hand with Sting. The troll drops Frodo to the
ground>

Aragorn: Frodo! Yaaahh!

<Aragorn grabs a spear from the floor and stabs the troll with it. The troll,
infuriated, hits Aragorn and sends him flying across the room. He collapses
onto the floor. Frodo races after him and tries to rouse him, but Aragorn is
too stunned to move>

<Frodo begins to run but the troll blocks Frodo’s path with its spear,
throwing him back. The troll takes aim and stabs Frodo on the chest>

Frodo: Ungh!

Sam: Frodo? Frodo!

<Slow motion: Frodo moans slumps to the floor>

Merry and Pippin: Yaahh! <They leap onto the troll's head and start
stabbing him. The troll flails at its head, finally grabs Merry, swings him
around and throws him to the ground.>

<The Fellowship redoubles its efforts against Orcs and troll. Gandalf and
Gimli take turns stabbing at the troll and dodging out of range. Legolas
takes aim. With Pippin stabbing the troll one more time on the head, the
troll opens its mouth. Legolas delivers an arrow into it's soft palate.>

<The troll moans then collapses to the ground. Pippin is thrown against the
floor and is knocked out. There is a moment of silence. All Orcs are dead
or has fled>

Aragorn: Oh no!<He runs towards Frodo and turns him over. Frodo
groans>

Sam: He’s alive!

Frodo: I’m all right, I’m not hurt.

Aragorn: You should be dead! That spear would have skewered a wild
boar.

Gandalf: I think there’s more to this hobbit than meets the eye. <Frodo
reveals his Mithril shirt>

Gimli: Mithril! You are full of surprises Master Baggins.

<Orcs are once again heard down the hall>

Gandalf: To the bridge of Khazad-dum! <The Fellowship runs out the rear
door of the chamber, closely pursued by an army of orcs. Other orcs spring
out from the floor or crawl from the ceiling and down the pillars like
spiders. They surround the Fellowship, who have drawn their weapons
outward. Just then a fiery light appears at the end of a hall followed by a
thunderous growl. The orcs, dismayed, flee panicking in all directions>

Boromir: What is this new devilry?

Gandalf: A Balrog-- a demon of the ancient world. This foe is beyond any
of you. Run! <The Fellowship enters a passageway, then down a flight of
steps. Parts of the steps end into a chasm and Boromir nearly falls into
one. Legolas pulls him back. The Hobbits too stop short of falling in. They
take another flight of stairs down. Aragorn and Gandalf bring up the rear>

Aragorn: Gandalf.

Gandalf: Lead them on Aragorn. The bridge is near. <Aragorn resists> Do
as I say! Swords are no more use here.

<The Fellowship encounter a gap on the stairs. Legolas leaps forward and
lands on the other side>

Legolas (beckons): Gandalf.<Gandalf leaps after him>

<Arrows whistles into the air, striking the stone steps at their feet. Legolas
and Aragorn shoots back>

Boromir: Merry! Pippin! Hoo-aah! <He takes Merry and Pippin, one on
each side, and leaps forward>

Aragorn: Sam. <He pitches Sam to the other side and is caught by
Boromir>

<Aragorn reaches to pick up Gimli>

Gimli: <holds up his hand> Nobody tosses a dwarf.

<He leaps forward but nearly falls back into the chasm. Legolas grabs his
beard>

Gimli: Not the beard!

<Some of the stone steps crumble and fall into the abyss. Aragorn pushes
Frodo back up the steps and clambers after him. They struggle to their feet
and look at the widened gap that separates them from the rest of the
fellowship. The Balrog is heard approaching from the other hall, its the
fiery light is seen getting closer. Stone structures around the mine collapse
as it draws near. A huge rock falls from the ceiling and smashes down the
steps behind Aragorn and Frodo, creating another gap behind them and
weakening the stairs’ foundation. The stairs begin to wobble>

Aragorn: Stay there. Hold on. Hang on! Lean forward!

Legolas: Come on!<They shift their weight forward, tipping the stairs
across the divide and slamming onto the steps where their companions are.
They leap across to safety. Turning, they continue to run down the stairs as
the stone structures collapse behind them>

Gandalf: Over the bridge! Fly!

<The Fellowship crosses the bridge. Gandalf turns to face the Balrog. The
Balrog growls>

Gandalf: You cannot pass!

Frodo: Gandalf! <A blazing white light radiates from Gandalf’s staff,
illuminating the entire bridge>

Gandalf: I am the servant of the Secret fire, wielder of the flame of Anor.
The dark fire will not avail you! Flame of Udun!<The Balrog strikes down
on Gandalf with its flaming sword. Gandalf parries the blow with
Glamdring, shattering the Balrog’s sword>

Gandalf: Go back to the shadow!<The Balrog brandishes a flaming whip,
lashing it about menacingly>

Gandalf: YOU... SHALL NOT...PASS!!!<Gandalf strikes his staff onto
the bridge. As the Balrog steps forward, the bridge collapses from under it
and the demon plunges backward into the chasm. Gandalf, exhausted, leans
on his staff and watches the Balrog fall then turns to follow the others. At
the last minute, the flaming whip lashes up from the depths of the abyss
and wounds about Gandalf’s ankle, dragging him over the edge. He clings
onto the bridge but is straining to keep his grip. Frodo rushes forward but
Boromir restrains him>

Boromir: No, Frodo!

Frodo: Gandaaaaalf!

Gandalf: Fly you fools!<Gandalf loses his grip and falls into the chasm>

Frodo: Noooooooooooooooo!!!!<Boromir grabs hold of Frodo and starts to
leave>

Boromir: Aragorn!

Frodo: Noooooooooooo!!!

<Aragorn stares at the bridge in disbelief. For a moment he does not move,
but then orc arrows start whistling by once again, shooting at the
companions. Dodging, he turns and follows the others up the stairs>

<The Fellowship comes streaming out of the East Gate of Moria. Everyone
is distraught. Sam sits on the ground, bows his head onto his hands and
begins to weep. Merry consoles Pippin, who lay crying. Boromir tries to
restrain Gimli as the dwarf vents out his rage and sorrow. Legolas wears a
look of shock and disbelief>

<Aragorn wipes his sword clean, re-sheathes it and turns to the others>

Aragorn: Legolas, get them up.

Boromir: Give them a moment for pity's sake.

Aragorn: By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs! We must
reach the Woods of Lothlórien. Come Boromir, Legolas, Gimli, get them
up.

Aragorn: <he reaches down and lifts Sam up> On your feet Sam. <looks
around> Frodo? Frodo!<Frodo, a few paces away, grieves alone. Weeping
silently, he turns towards Aragorn.>

LOTHLORIEN

<Scene: The Fellowship crosses Dimrill Dale and enters the Woods of
Lothlórien>

Gimli: Stay close young hobbits! They say there’s a great sorceress lives in
these woods, an elf-witch of terrible power. All who look upon her, fall
under her spell...

Voice of Galadriel (whispering): Frodo.... <Frodo, startled, looks around>

Gimli: ... and are never seen again.

Voice of Galadriel: ...Your coming to us... is as the footsteps of doom. You
bring great evil here Ring bearer!

Sam: Mr. Frodo?

Gimli: Well, here is one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes
of a hawk and the ears of a fox!

<With arrows notched, Lórien elves suddenly appear from behind the trees,
aiming at them. The Fellowship stops and look around, alarmed>

Gimli: Oh...

Haldir: The dwarf breathes so loud we could have shot him in the dark.

Gimli: Grrr....

Aragorn: Haldir o Lórien. Henion aníron, boe ammen i dulu lîn. Boe
ammen veriad lîn. (Haldir of Lórien, we come here for help. We need
your protection.)

Gimli: Aragorn, these woods are perilous! We should go back.

Haldir: You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. You cannot
go back. Come, she is waiting.

<The Fellowship arrive at Caras Galadhon. They ascend a winding
stairway amongst the trees, towards the grand court of Galadriel and
Celeborn. With a glow issuing forth from them, the Lord and Lady of
Lothlórien descend to meet the Fellowship, hand in hand. Aragorn touches
his head reverently in greeting>

Celeborn: Eight that are here yet nine there were set out from Rivendell.
Tell me where is Gandalf? For I much desire to speak with him. <Galadriel
looks at Aragorn, reading the answer in his eyes>

Galadriel: He has fallen into shadow.

Galadriel: The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it
will fail to the ruin of all. <Galadriel looks at Boromir who can't stand her
gaze. He starts shaking and casts his eyes downwards>

Galadriel: Yet hope remains while the company is true. <Galadriel looks at
Sam and smiles. Sam continues to gaze at her>

Galadriel: Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest for you are
weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight you will sleep in peace.
<whispers to Frodo in his mind> Welcome Frodo of the Shire. One who
has seen the Eye!

<Later, back on the ground, an area has been provided for them to rest in.
The hobbits are settling down to rest. In the trees, the elves singing can be
heard>

Elf Voice: A Olorin i yaresse ( Olorin, who once was...)

Elf Voice: Mentaner i Numeherui... (sent by the Lords of the West...)

Legolas (pensive): A lament for Gandalf.

Merry: What do they say about him?

Legolas: I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near.

Elf Voice: Tirien i Romenori (to guard the lands of the East...)

Elf Voice: Maiarion i Oiosaila...(wisest of all Maiar...)

Elf Voice: Mana elye etevanne...(what drove you to leave...)

Elf Voice: Norie i melanelye? (that which you loved?)

<Aragorn walks over to Boromir, who is seated alone on a great tree root>

Aragorn: Take some rest. These borders are well protected.

Boromir: I will find no rest here. I heard her voice inside my head. She
spoke of my father and the fall of Gondor. She said to me even now there
is hope left. But I cannot see it. It is long since we had any hope.

Boromir: My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing. And now our...our
people lose faith. He looks to me to make things right and I would do it. I
would see the glory of Gondor restored. <sigh> Have you ever seen it
Aragorn? White tower of Ecthelion, glimmering like a spike of pearl and
silver. It's banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been
called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets?

Aragorn: I have seen the White City, long ago.

Boromir: One day, our paths will lead us there. And the tower guards shall
take up the call: The Lords of Gondor have returned!

<The Fellowship is asleep. Galadriel walks by. Frodo wakes up with a start
and proceeds to follow her. Galadriel descends to her garden and fills the
ewer with water. She turns towards Frodo>

Galadriel: Will you look into the mirror?

Frodo: What will I see?

Galadriel: Even the wisest cannot tell. For the mirror shows many
things.<She begins to pour the water into the silver basin>

Galadriel: Things that were, things that are and some things... <empties the
ewer> that have not yet come to pass.

<Frodo steps up to the mirror to take a look. He peers down and sees
nothing but his reflection. The suddenly the mirror clears and shows a
vision of Legolas, Merry and Pippin, then Sam. He sees Bag End, then the
burning of Hobbiton, the enslavement of the Hobbits and the destruction of
the Shire. Then the Eye of Sauron fills the mirror. The Ring hanging from
his neck pulls him closer to the water. Steam begins to curl up from the
basin as Sauron speaks to Frodo in Black Speech. Terrified, he grabs the
Ring and jerks back, throwing himself off the step and landing on his back
on the forest floor>

Galadriel: I know what it is you saw, for it is also in my mind. <speaks to
Frodo telepathically> It is what will come to pass if you should fail. The
Fellowship is breaking. It has already begun. He will try to take the Ring.
You know of whom I speak. One by one it will destroy them all.

Frodo (telepathically): If you ask it of me, I will give you the One
Ring.<Opening his palm, he offers the Ring to her>

Galadriel: You offer it to me freely. I do not deny that my heart has greatly
desired this. <She approaches Frodo and places her hand over the Ring.
Her image begins to change>

Galadriel (grows tall and inhuman): In place OF A DARK LORD, YOU
WILL HAVE A QUEEN! NOT DARK BUT BEAUTIFUL AND
TERRIBLE AS THE DAWN! TREACHEROUS AS THE SEA!
STRONGER THAN THE FOUNDATIONS OF THE EARTH! ALL
SHALL LOVE ME AND DISPAIR!<Galadriel’s image returns to
normal>

Galadriel: I pass the test! I will diminish, and go into the West, and remain
Galadriel.

Frodo: I cannot do this alone.

Galadriel: You are a Ring bearer, Frodo. To bear a Ring of power is to be
alone. This task was appointed to you and if you do not find a way, no one
will.

Frodo: Then I know what I must do. It's just... I'm afraid to do it.
<Galadriel bends down to meet him at eye level>

Galadriel: Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.

<Scene: Orthanc in Isengard. Saruman and Lurtz are standing in the
central chamber>

Saruman: Do you know how the Orcs first came into being? They were
elves once, taken by the dark powers. Tortured and mutilated: a ruined and
terrible form of life. Now...perfected: my fighting Uruk-Hai. Whom do you
serve?

Lurtz: Saruman!

<The Uruk-Hai wear their armor and are given their weapons. They
receive a white handprint on their heads and faces, signifying Saruman’s
army. They then assemble before him>

Saruman: <to the troops> Hunt them down. Do not stop until they are
found. You do not know pain. You do not know fear. You will taste man
flesh!

Saruman: <to Lurtz> One of the halflings carries something of great value.
Bring them to me alive and unspoiled. Kill the others!<Uruk-Hai troop
leaves Isengard>

<Scene: On the Silverlode. The Fellowship pull out into the river in grey
elven boats. Frodo pulls vial out of his pocket.>

<Flashback to Galadriel and Frodo>

Galadriel: Farewell, Frodo Baggins. I give you the light of Earendil, our
most beloved star. Namarie. <She kisses Frodo on the head. Flashback
ends>

Galadriel: May it be a light for you in dark places, when all other lights go
out.<Galadriel raises her hand in farewell as the Fellowship canoes down
the river>

<Scene: The Uruk-Hai march along through the forest as the three boats
carrying the Fellowship float along the Anduin>

<The Fellowship’s boats pass through a canyon. Aragorn lifts his head,
half-smiles and taps Frodo on the shoulder>

Aragorn: Frodo, the Argonath! Long have I desired to look upon the kings
of old. My kin.<The Fellowship looks up in awe at the towering splendor of
the Argonath. Two majestic statues, carved right out of the rock, proudly
stand on each side of the Anduin. Their left arms are held aloft, their palms
facing outwards in gesture of warning.>

<The Fellowship reaches Parth Galen and pull their boats onto the beach.>

<As they disembark on the gravel beach of Parth Galen, Boromir looks
troubled and appears to be fighting a conflict within him. Frodo looks
perturbed. The Fellowship starts to make camp>

Aragorn: We cross the lake at nightfall. Hide the boats and continue on
foot. We approach Mordor from the north.

Gimli: Oh, yes?! It's just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn
Muil? An impassable labyrinth of razor sharp rocks! And after that, it gets
even better! <Pippin looks up, alarmed> Festering, stinking marshlands far
as the eye can see!

Aragorn: That is our road. I suggest you take some rest and recover your
strength master dwarf.

Gimli: Recover my...?! Phrrrrr...

Legolas: <quietly to Aragorn> We should leave now.

Aragorn: No. Orcs patrol the eastern shore. We must wait for cover of
darkness.

Legolas: It is not the eastern shore that worries me. A shadow and a threat
has been growing in my mind. Something draws near...I can feel it!

Gimli: No dwarf need recover strength! <to Pippin> Pay no heed to that,
young hobbit.

<Merry, returning with some wood for the campfire, looks around>

Merry: Where's Frodo?<Sam, who was half-dozing, rouses with a start.
Aragorn looks over the camp. His gaze stops on Boromir’s shield, lying
with the baggage>

<Frodo wanders into the forest. He stands by an immense stone head, lying
with its side on the ground. Boromir, gathering wood, sees Frodo and
approaches him>

Boromir: None of us should wander alone, you least of all. So much
depends on you. Frodo? I know why you seek solitude. You suffer; I see it
day by day. You sure you do not suffer needlessly? There are other ways,
Frodo, other paths that we might take.

Frodo: I know what you would say. And it would seem like wisdom but for
the warning in my heart.

Boromir: Warning? Against what? We're all afraid, Frodo. But to let that
fear drive us to destroy what hope we have. Don't you see that is
madness?

Frodo: There is no other way!

Boromir: I ask only for the strength to defend my people! <throws the
gathered wood to the ground> If you would but lend me the Ring...

Frodo: No. <steps back>

Boromir: Why do you recoil? I am no thief.

Frodo: You are not yourself.

Boromir: What chance do you think you have? They will find you! They
will take the Ring and you will beg for death before the end! <Frodo begins
to run from Boromir>

Boromir: Fool!<Boromir gives chase>

Boromir: It is not yours save by unhappy chance. It could have been mine!
<tackles Frodo> It should be mine! Give it to me!<struggle ensues>

Boromir: Give it to me!

Frodo: No!

Boromir: Give me... Give me the Ring!

Frodo: Nurgh...ugh!<Frodo slips the Ring on and disappears. He kicks
Boromir and runs away>

Boromir: <looks around desperately> I see your mind. You will take the
Ring to Sauron! You will betray us! You go to your death and the death of
us all! Curse you! Curse you! And all the halflings!

<Boromir slips and falls to the ground. The madness of the Ring leaves him
and he comes to his senses>

Boromir: Frodo?...Frodo?...what have I done?...please...Frodo!

<Frodo runs up the steps to the seat of Amon Hen>

Boromir (in the background): Frodo, I'm sorry! Oh no!

<Frodo, in the "shadow world," climbs up onto the Seat of Seeing atop
Amon Hen. He looks over the stone seat and sees the Dark Tower from
afar. The image rushes towards him and his vision rise to its
pinnacle—where the burning Eye of Sauron stares back menacingly.
Frodo, rushing to remove the Ring, falls off the Seat of Seeing and lands on
his back. He sits up, trying to catch his breath>

<Aragorn approaches>

Aragorn: Frodo?

Frodo (startled): Huh?! It has taken Boromir.

Aragorn (intensely): Where is the Ring?

Frodo: Stay away! <scrambles up and retreats from Aragorn. Aragorn
comes after him>

Aragorn: Frodo!<Frodo stops>

Aragorn: I swore to protect you!

Frodo: Can you protect me from yourself?!<Shows the Ring on his palm>

Frodo: Would you destroy it?<Aragorn, looking at the Ring, slowly
approaches Frodo with a puzzled expression.>

Ring (whispering): Aragorn... Aragorn... Elessar... <He reaches out. With
both hands, Aragorn closes Frodo’s hand over the Ring and pushes it to the
hobbit’s chest.>

Aragorn: I would have gone with you to the end, into the very fires of
Mordor.

Frodo: I know. Look after the others, especially Sam. He will not
understand.<Aragorn nods but then sees Sting’s blue glow. He stands
suddenly and draws out his sword. Frodo looks startled, then looks at
Sting.>

Aragorn: Go on Frodo. Run. Run! <Frodo leaves. Aragorn walks out from
beneath the Seat of Seeing and finds a troop of Uruk-Hai advancing
towards him. He gives a half-smile, and half-swaggers towards them,
holding his sword up to his face as an acceptance to the challenge. They
attack. He cuts several down, but they force him up the stairs of the Seat>

<Sam searches frantically for Frodo in the woods>

Sam: Mr.Frodo!!! <He hears the clash of sword on sword. His eyes
widen>

Lurtz: <to his troops> Find the Halfling! Find the Halfling!

Aragorn: <jumps onto the Uruk-Hai> Elendil!!!!!

<Legolas and Gimli run forward from behind the Seat. Legolas shoots three
Uruk-Hai with quick bow-work; Gimli lands blow after blow with his axe>

Legolas: Aragorn! Go!

<Frodo runs and hides behind a tree. Across the way, Merry and Pippin
hide in a space under some fallen tree trunks>

Merry: Frodo!

Pippin (beckoning): Hide here quick! Come on! <Frodo looks at them,
anguished, then shakes his head>

Pippin (to Merry): What’s he doin'?

Merry: He's leavin’.

Pippin: No! <runs out to Frodo>

Merry: Pippin! <comes after him. They are out in the open. Several
Uruk-Hai are coming down the hill, towards their area.>

Merry (quietly): Run Frodo! Go!

Merry (calling to Uruk-hai): Hey! Hey you! Over here!

Pippin: Hey!

Merry: Over here!

Pippin (waving his arms): This way!<Both hobbits run away from Frodo.
The Uruk-Hai troop follows them. Frodo makes a break for it, running in
the opposite direction>

Pippin: Its working!

Merry: I know its working! Run! <Merry and Pippin run across an old
stone bridge. At its far end, they stop and see Uruk-hai running towards
them. The Uruks are closing in, both in front and behind. An Uruk runs up
to them, raising his battleaxe. But Boromir comes charging in, knocks the
Uruk back, and kills him with his own axe. He throws a knife at another.
More close in>

<Back at the Seat of Seeing, Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli continue to fight
the Uruk-Hai. In one smooth move, Legolas stabs one Uruk with an arrow
then shoots it out at another. Gimli wields his axe. Aragorn stabs one
behind his back. Legolas shoots an Uruk who has closed in on Aragorn>

<Three loud ox-horn blasts are heard>

Legolas: The Horn of Gondor!

Aragorn: Boromir!<They run down Amon Hen towards the sound, but
Uruks are between them and Boromir. A visual sweep shows some
running towards Boromir, down the stone steps; the others attack Aragorn,
Legolas, and Gimli as they struggle to follow>

<Boromir sounds the horn of Gondor again>

Boromir: <to the hobbits> Run! Run!

<The Uruks attack Boromir. He kills two more. Lurtz walks into view, lifts
his bow, aims a big black arrow, and shoots it into Boromir’s left shoulder.>

[Note on the Score. After Boromir is hit by an arrow, a chorus begins
singing the following lines translated into elvish: "I do not love the bright
sword for its sharpness or the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for
his glory. I love only that which they defend."]

< The hobbits look at him in shock. Boromir drops to his knees, begins to
breathe hard, and looks at the hobbits. Uruks come closer, but he gives a
battle cry, rises, and swings his sword at one, who falls. Lurtz growls, lifts
his bow, and shoots again. A black arrow flies into Boromir’s stomach. He
drops to his knees again, gasping. But he swings his sword at another Uruk
and gets back up. Lurtz shoots him one more time, in the chest. Boromir
falls on his knees and stays there, swaying a little and blinking>

<Merry and Pippin look at him, aghast. With all the courage they could
muster, they take up their swords and attack the Uruk-Hai>

Merry and Pippin: Shire!! <They never have the chance to strike. The
Uruk-Hai lifted them up and carried them off. Merry and Pippin wave their
arms frantically. The Uruk-Hai troop walks away from Boromir. Boromir
looks on in helplessly>

<Lurtz, now left alone, stops ten feet from Boromir and takes aim with his
bow. Boromir swallows and stares back at him. Just then Aragorn crashes
into Lurtz, whose arrow flies off harmlessly>

<Lurtz and Aragorn fight. Aragorn loses his sword and is thrown to the
ground; when he gets up, Lurtz throws his two-prong shield at Aragorn and
pins him by the neck against a tree. Lurtz raises his sword and strikes, but
Aragorn slips beneath the shield and dodges the blow. Aragorn pulls out a
knife and stabs Lurtz on the leg. Lurtz roars. Lurtz then pulls out the knife
and throws it at Aragorn, who has found his sword and uses it to bat the
knife away. Aragorn closes in on Lurtz and in a flurry of swordplay, slices
his arm off and then stabs him in the chest. Lurtz pulls himself up on the
sword closer to Aragorn, snarling. Aragorn grimaces, pulls his sword out of
Lurtz, swings it wide, and hacks off Lurtz’s head. The rest of Lurtz falls to
the ground>

<Aragorn pauses a moment, panting. He then races to Boromir. Boromir,
pale and bloodied, is now lying on his back, his head close to a tree>

Aragorn: No! <runs up and kneels near Boromir>

Boromir: They took the little ones.

Aragorn: Be still.

Boromir: Frodo, where is Frodo?

Aragorn: I let Frodo go.

Boromir: Then you did what I could not. I tried to take the Ring from him.

Aragorn: The Ring is beyond our reach now.

Boromir: Forgive me, I did not see it. I have failed you all.

Aragorn: No, Boromir, you fought bravely! You have kept your honor.
<reaches out to pull the arrows from Boromir>

Boromir: Leave it! It is over. The world of men will fall, and all will come
to darkness... and my city to ruin.

Aragorn: I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you I
will not let the white city fall, nor our people fail!

Boromir: Our people? Our people. <He reaches for his sword. Aragorn
places the hilt in his hand, and Boromir clasps it to his chest>

Boromir: I would have followed you my brother, my captain, my
king!<Boromir passes away. Aragorn touches his hand to his forehead,
then to his lips in respect>

Aragorn: Be at peace, son of Gondor. <bends and kisses Boromir on the
brow>

<Legolas and Gimli arrive at the scene. Legolas looks sadly at Aragorn and
Boromir. Gimli bows his head and turns away>

<Scene shows Sam running through the woods>

Sam: Frodo!

<Frodo stands upon Parth Galen, staring into the distance, with the Ring on
his palm. Weeping silently, he recalls his conversation with Gandalf>

<flashback>

Frodo: I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had
happened.

Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to
decide. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to
you.

<flashback ends. Frodo looks determined. He closes his hand over the
Ring, and puts it into his vest pocket. He pushes the boat into the river and
jumps in. Just then, Sam emerges from the woods. He sees Frodo paddling
away and runs after him>

Sam: Frodo no! Frodo! Mr. Frodo!

Frodo (to himself): No Sam. <continues to paddle away>

<Sam runs into the river after Frodo. Frodo, hearing the splashes, looks
back>

Frodo: Go back Sam! I’m going to Mordor alone.

Sam: Of course you are, and I’m coming with you!

Frodo: You can’t swim! Sam!<Sam struggles to swim then sinks into the
water>

Frodo: Sam!!!<Sam sinks deeper and deeper. He sees the sun shimmering
up on the surface. His arm floats limply as he descends into the water.
Suddenly Frodo’s hand reaches down and grabs Sam’s wrist. . Sam
tightens his hand around Frodo’s. Frodo pulls him out of the water and up
into the boat and Sam tumbles in>

Sam (dripping and crying): I made a promise, Mr. Frodo. A promise!
"Don’t you leave him Samwise Gamgee." And I don’t mean to! I don’t
mean to.

Frodo: Oh Sam! <hug> Come on. <Frodo and Sam paddle towards the
eastern shore>

THE BREAKINF OF THE FELLOWSHIP

<Scene: The Uruk-Hai march along through the forest as the three boats
carrying the Fellowship float along the Anduin>

<The Fellowship’s boats pass through a canyon. Aragorn lifts his head,
half-smiles and taps Frodo on the shoulder>

Aragorn: Frodo, the Argonath! Long have I desired to look upon the kings
of old. My kin.<The Fellowship looks up in awe at the towering splendor of
the Argonath. Two majestic statues, carved right out of the rock, proudly
stand on each side of the Anduin. Their left arms are held aloft, their palms
facing outwards in gesture of warning.>

<The Fellowship reaches Parth Galen and pull their boats onto the beach.>

<As they disembark on the gravel beach of Parth Galen, Boromir looks
troubled and appears to be fighting a conflict within him. Frodo looks
perturbed. The Fellowship starts to make camp>

Aragorn: We cross the lake at nightfall. Hide the boats and continue on
foot. We approach Mordor from the north.

Gimli: Oh, yes?! It's just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn
Muil? An impassable labyrinth of razor sharp rocks! And after that, it gets
even better! <Pippin looks up, alarmed> Festering, stinking marshlands far
as the eye can see!

Aragorn: That is our road. I suggest you take some rest and recover your
strength master dwarf.

Gimli: Recover my...?! Phrrrrr...

Legolas: <quietly to Aragorn> We should leave now.

Aragorn: No. Orcs patrol the eastern shore. We must wait for cover of
darkness.

Legolas: It is not the eastern shore that worries me. A shadow and a threat
has been growing in my mind. Something draws near...I can feel it!

Gimli: No dwarf need recover strength! <to Pippin> Pay no heed to that,
young hobbit.

<Merry, returning with some wood for the campfire, looks around>

Merry: Where's Frodo?<Sam, who was half-dozing, rouses with a start.
Aragorn looks over the camp. His gaze stops on Boromir’s shield, lying
with the baggage>

<Frodo wanders into the forest. He stands by an immense stone head, lying
with its side on the ground. Boromir, gathering wood, sees Frodo and
approaches him>

Boromir: None of us should wander alone, you least of all. So much
depends on you. Frodo? I know why you seek solitude. You suffer; I see it
day by day. You sure you do not suffer needlessly? There are other ways,
Frodo, other paths that we might take.

Frodo: I know what you would say. And it would seem like wisdom but for
the warning in my heart.

Boromir: Warning? Against what? We're all afraid, Frodo. But to let that
fear drive us to destroy what hope we have. Don't you see that is
madness?

Frodo: There is no other way!

Boromir: I ask only for the strength to defend my people! <throws the
gathered wood to the ground> If you would but lend me the Ring...

Frodo: No. <steps back>

Boromir: Why do you recoil? I am no thief.

Frodo: You are not yourself.

Boromir: What chance do you think you have? They will find you! They
will take the Ring and you will beg for death before the end! <Frodo begins
to run from Boromir>

Boromir: Fool!<Boromir gives chase>

Boromir: It is not yours save by unhappy chance. It could have been mine!
<tackles Frodo> It should be mine! Give it to me!<struggle ensues>

Boromir: Give it to me!

Frodo: No!

Boromir: Give me... Give me the Ring!

Frodo: Nurgh...ugh!<Frodo slips the Ring on and disappears. He kicks
Boromir and runs away>

Boromir: <looks around desperately> I see your mind. You will take the
Ring to Sauron! You will betray us! You go to your death and the death of
us all! Curse you! Curse you! And all the halflings!

<Boromir slips and falls to the ground. The madness of the Ring leaves him
and he comes to his senses>

Boromir: Frodo?...Frodo?...what have I done?...please...Frodo!

<Frodo runs up the steps to the seat of Amon Hen>

Boromir (in the background): Frodo, I'm sorry! Oh no!

<Frodo, in the "shadow world," climbs up onto the Seat of Seeing atop
Amon Hen. He looks over the stone seat and sees the Dark Tower from
afar. The image rushes towards him and his vision rise to its
pinnacle—where the burning Eye of Sauron stares back menacingly.
Frodo, rushing to remove the Ring, falls off the Seat of Seeing and lands on
his back. He sits up, trying to catch his breath>

<Aragorn approaches>

Aragorn: Frodo?

Frodo (startled): Huh?! It has taken Boromir.

Aragorn (intensely): Where is the Ring?

Frodo: Stay away! <scrambles up and retreats from Aragorn. Aragorn
comes after him>

Aragorn: Frodo!<Frodo stops>

Aragorn: I swore to protect you!

Frodo: Can you protect me from yourself?!<Shows the Ring on his palm>

Frodo: Would you destroy it?<Aragorn, looking at the Ring, slowly
approaches Frodo with a puzzled expression.>

Ring (whispering): Aragorn... Aragorn... Elessar... <He reaches out. With
both hands, Aragorn closes Frodo’s hand over the Ring and pushes it to the
hobbit’s chest.>

Aragorn: I would have gone with you to the end, into the very fires of
Mordor.

Frodo: I know. Look after the others, especially Sam. He will not
understand.<Aragorn nods but then sees Sting’s blue glow. He stands
suddenly and draws out his sword. Frodo looks startled, then looks at
Sting.>

Aragorn: Go on Frodo. Run. Run! <Frodo leaves. Aragorn walks out from
beneath the Seat of Seeing and finds a troop of Uruk-Hai advancing
towards him. He gives a half-smile, and half-swaggers towards them,
holding his sword up to his face as an acceptance to the challenge. They
attack. He cuts several down, but they force him up the stairs of the Seat>

<Sam searches frantically for Frodo in the woods>

Sam: Mr.Frodo!!! <He hears the clash of sword on sword. His eyes
widen>

Lurtz: <to his troops> Find the Halfling! Find the Halfling!

Aragorn: <jumps onto the Uruk-Hai> Elendil!!!!!

<Legolas and Gimli run forward from behind the Seat. Legolas shoots three
Uruk-Hai with quick bow-work; Gimli lands blow after blow with his axe>

Legolas: Aragorn! Go!

<Frodo runs and hides behind a tree. Across the way, Merry and Pippin
hide in a space under some fallen tree trunks>

Merry: Frodo!

Pippin (beckoning): Hide here quick! Come on! <Frodo looks at them,
anguished, then shakes his head>

Pippin (to Merry): What’s he doin'?

Merry: He's leavin’.

Pippin: No! <runs out to Frodo>

Merry: Pippin! <comes after him. They are out in the open. Several
Uruk-Hai are coming down the hill, towards their area.>

Merry (quietly): Run Frodo! Go!

Merry (calling to Uruk-hai): Hey! Hey you! Over here!

Pippin: Hey!

Merry: Over here!

Pippin (waving his arms): This way!<Both hobbits run away from Frodo.
The Uruk-Hai troop follows them. Frodo makes a break for it, running in
the opposite direction>

Pippin: Its working!

Merry: I know its working! Run! <Merry and Pippin run across an old
stone bridge. At its far end, they stop and see Uruk-hai running towards
them. The Uruks are closing in, both in front and behind. An Uruk runs up
to them, raising his battleaxe. But Boromir comes charging in, knocks the
Uruk back, and kills him with his own axe. He throws a knife at another.
More close in>

<Back at the Seat of Seeing, Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli continue to fight
the Uruk-Hai. In one smooth move, Legolas stabs one Uruk with an arrow
then shoots it out at another. Gimli wields his axe. Aragorn stabs one
behind his back. Legolas shoots an Uruk who has closed in on Aragorn>

<Three loud ox-horn blasts are heard>

Legolas: The Horn of Gondor!

Aragorn: Boromir!<They run down Amon Hen towards the sound, but
Uruks are between them and Boromir. A visual sweep shows some
running towards Boromir, down the stone steps; the others attack Aragorn,
Legolas, and Gimli as they struggle to follow>

<Boromir sounds the horn of Gondor again>

Boromir: <to the hobbits> Run! Run!

<The Uruks attack Boromir. He kills two more. Lurtz walks into view, lifts
his bow, aims a big black arrow, and shoots it into Boromir’s left shoulder.>

[Note on the Score. After Boromir is hit by an arrow, a chorus begins
singing the following lines translated into elvish: "I do not love the bright
sword for its sharpness or the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for
his glory. I love only that which they defend."]

< The hobbits look at him in shock. Boromir drops to his knees, begins to
breathe hard, and looks at the hobbits. Uruks come closer, but he gives a
battle cry, rises, and swings his sword at one, who falls. Lurtz growls, lifts
his bow, and shoots again. A black arrow flies into Boromir’s stomach. He
drops to his knees again, gasping. But he swings his sword at another Uruk
and gets back up. Lurtz shoots him one more time, in the chest. Boromir
falls on his knees and stays there, swaying a little and blinking>

<Merry and Pippin look at him, aghast. With all the courage they could
muster, they take up their swords and attack the Uruk-Hai>

Merry and Pippin: Shire!! <They never have the chance to strike. The
Uruk-Hai lifted them up and carried them off. Merry and Pippin wave their
arms frantically. The Uruk-Hai troop walks away from Boromir. Boromir
looks on in helplessly>

<Lurtz, now left alone, stops ten feet from Boromir and takes aim with his
bow. Boromir swallows and stares back at him. Just then Aragorn crashes
into Lurtz, whose arrow flies off harmlessly>

<Lurtz and Aragorn fight. Aragorn loses his sword and is thrown to the
ground; when he gets up, Lurtz throws his two-prong shield at Aragorn and
pins him by the neck against a tree. Lurtz raises his sword and strikes, but
Aragorn slips beneath the shield and dodges the blow. Aragorn pulls out a
knife and stabs Lurtz on the leg. Lurtz roars. Lurtz then pulls out the knife
and throws it at Aragorn, who has found his sword and uses it to bat the
knife away. Aragorn closes in on Lurtz and in a flurry of swordplay, slices
his arm off and then stabs him in the chest. Lurtz pulls himself up on the
sword closer to Aragorn, snarling. Aragorn grimaces, pulls his sword out of
Lurtz, swings it wide, and hacks off Lurtz’s head. The rest of Lurtz falls to
the ground>

<Aragorn pauses a moment, panting. He then races to Boromir. Boromir,
pale and bloodied, is now lying on his back, his head close to a tree>

Aragorn: No! <runs up and kneels near Boromir>

Boromir: They took the little ones.

Aragorn: Be still.

Boromir: Frodo, where is Frodo?

Aragorn: I let Frodo go.

Boromir: Then you did what I could not. I tried to take the Ring from him.

Aragorn: The Ring is beyond our reach now.

Boromir: Forgive me, I did not see it. I have failed you all.

Aragorn: No, Boromir, you fought bravely! You have kept your honor.
<reaches out to pull the arrows from Boromir>

Boromir: Leave it! It is over. The world of men will fall, and all will come
to darkness... and my city to ruin.

Aragorn: I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you I
will not let the white city fall, nor our people fail!

Boromir: Our people? Our people. <He reaches for his sword. Aragorn
places the hilt in his hand, and Boromir clasps it to his chest>

Boromir: I would have followed you my brother, my captain, my
king!<Boromir passes away. Aragorn touches his hand to his forehead,
then to his lips in respect>

Aragorn: Be at peace, son of Gondor. <bends and kisses Boromir on the
brow>

<Legolas and Gimli arrive at the scene. Legolas looks sadly at Aragorn and
Boromir. Gimli bows his head and turns away>

<Scene shows Sam running through the woods>

Sam: Frodo!

<Frodo stands upon Parth Galen, staring into the distance, with the Ring on
his palm. Weeping silently, he recalls his conversation with Gandalf>

<flashback>

Frodo: I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had
happened.

Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to
decide. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to
you.

<flashback ends. Frodo looks determined. He closes his hand over the
Ring, and puts it into his vest pocket. He pushes the boat into the river and
jumps in. Just then, Sam emerges from the woods. He sees Frodo paddling
away and runs after him>

Sam: Frodo no! Frodo! Mr. Frodo!

Frodo (to himself): No Sam. <continues to paddle away>

<Sam runs into the river after Frodo. Frodo, hearing the splashes, looks
back>

Frodo: Go back Sam! I’m going to Mordor alone.

Sam: Of course you are, and I’m coming with you!

Frodo: You can’t swim! Sam!<Sam struggles to swim then sinks into the
water>

Frodo: Sam!!!<Sam sinks deeper and deeper. He sees the sun shimmering
up on the surface. His arm floats limply as he descends into the water.
Suddenly Frodo’s hand reaches down and grabs Sam’s wrist. . Sam
tightens his hand around Frodo’s. Frodo pulls him out of the water and up
into the boat and Sam tumbles in>

Sam (dripping and crying): I made a promise, Mr. Frodo. A promise!
"Don’t you leave him Samwise Gamgee." And I don’t mean to! I don’t
mean to.

Frodo: Oh Sam! <hug> Come on. <Frodo and Sam paddle towards the
eastern shore>

<Scene: Boromir is laid to rest in one of the boats. His sword rests with
him, his shield is above his head and his cloven horn at his side. The boat
slips over the falls of Rauros and then drops into the mists below. Gimli
watches the boat disappear. Aragorn straps on Boromir’s vambraces in his
honor.>

Legolas (pushing last boat into lake): Hurry! Frodo and Sam have reached
the eastern shore.<Aragorn stand still and says nothing>

Legolas: You mean not to follow them?

Aragorn: Frodo’s fate is no longer in our hands.

Gimli: Then it has all been in vain! The Fellowship has failed.

Aragorn: <puts his hands on their shoulders> Not if we hold true to each
other. We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death. Not
while we have strength left. Leave all that can be spared behind. We travel
light. Let’s hunt some orc! <Legolas and Gimli look at each other, grinning>

Gimli: Yes!!! Haha!<Aragorn runs into the woods, followed by Gimli and
Legolas>

<Scene: Frodo and Sam stand upon Emyn Muil, seeing the Dead Marshes
and Mordor in the distance ahead>

Frodo: Mordor. I hope the others find a safer route.

Sam: Strider will look after them.

Frodo: I don’t suppose we’ll ever see them again.

Sam: We may yet, Mr. Frodo. We may.

Frodo: <turns, smiling> Sam, I’m glad you’re with me.

<Frodo and Sam descend the rocky slope. Scene fades out>

<<Credits roll>>

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