[Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli stand at the edge of the Anduin, while the corsair ships sail by]
You may go no further. You will not enter Gondor.
CC Corsair captain
[laughing]
Who are you to deny us passage?
Legolas, fire a warning shot past the botswain's ear.
[as Legolas fires, Gimli taps the bow with his axe handle. The arrow instead kills the botswain.]
Alright, we warned you! Prepare to be boarded!
CC Corsair captain
[as the crew laughs]
Boarded? By you and whose army?
This army.
[The Dead Army appear behind the three and charge at the ships]
[Extended edition only]
All has turned to vain ambition! He would even use his grief as a cloak! A thousand years this city has stood. Now, at the whim of a madman, it will fall. And the White Tree, the Tree of the King, will never bloom again.
[referring to the guards surrounding to the tree]
Why are they still guarding it then?
They guard it because they have hope. A faint and fading hope, that one day it will flower. A King will come, and this city will be as it once was. Before it fell into decay. The old wisdom born out of the West was forsaken. Kings made tombs more splendid than the houses of the living, and counted the names of their descent dearer than the names of their sons. Childless lords sat in aged halls, musing on heraldry, or in high cold towers asking questions of the stars. And so, the people of Gondor fell into ruin. The line of Kings failed. The White Tree withered. The rule of Gondor was given over to lesser men.
[staring towards Mordor]
Mordor.
Yes, there it lies. This city has dwelt ever in the sight of its shadow.
[notices the approaching dark clouds that looms over the city]
A storm is coming.
This is not the weather of the world. This is a devise of Sauron's making, a broil of fume he sends ahead of his host. The Orcs of Mordor have no love of daylight. So he covers the face of the sun to ease their passage along the road to war. When the shadow of Mordor reaches this city, it will begin.
Well, Minas Tirith, very impressive. So where are we off to next?
Oh, it's too late for that, Peregrin Took, there's no leaving this city. Help must come to us.
[Extended edition only]
Must be getting near teatime. Leastways it would be in decent places where there is still teatime.
[as Sméagol]
We're not in decent places.
[turns back to Frodo, who has paused suddenly]
Mr. Frodo? What is it?
It's just a feeling. I don't think I'll be coming back.
Yes, you will. Of course you will. That's just morbid thinking. We're going there and back again, just like Mr. Bilbo. You'll see.
[The hobbits and Gollum continue walking, passing by an ancient statue of a Gondorian king, vandalized by a boulder bearing Sauron's eye]
These lands once belonged to the Kingdom of Gondor. Long ago, when there was a king.
[The trio pass by the decapitated head of the statue, filled with vines. As the sun shines for a moment, the sunlight magically makes the vines bloom white like flowers] [noticing the flowers bloom]
Mr. Frodo, look! The king's got a crown again.
[Frodo and Sam smile, comforted for a short while until the sunlight disappears, covered by the thick dark clouds, and the flowers on the king's head disappear] [to the hobbits]
This way, Hobbitses! Follow me!
[Gandalf and Pippin have arrived in Minas Tirith. As the two walk through the court, Pippin notices the dying White Tree he saw in the Palantir]
The White Tree. Gandalf. Gandalf!
Yes, the White Tree of Gondor, the Tree of Kings. Lord Denethor, however, is not the king. He is a Steward, a caretaker to the throne. [stops by the citadel's door and looks at Pippin, sternly] Now, listen carefully, Lord Denethor is Boromir's father. To give him news of his beloved son's death would be most unwise. And do not mention Frodo, or the Ring. And say nothing of Aragorn either. [hesitates] In fact, it's better if you don't speak at all, Peregrin Took.
[Pippin nods and he enters the citadel with Gandalf]
[In Bag End, a very weak-looking Frodo is writing down his memoir in Bilbo's Red Book. As he suddenly feels an aching pain on his left shoulder, Sam comes in]
Mr. Frodo, what is it?
[weakly]
It's been four years to the day since Weathertop, Sam. It's never really healed.
[Sam comforts Frodo. He then looks at the title page of the Red Book with amazement in his eyes]
There and Back Again, A Hobbit's Tale by Bilbo Baggins. And The Lord of the Rings, by Frodo Baggins. [smiles] You finished it.
Not quite. [closes the Red Book] There's room for little more.
[In Denethor's court, Pippin has just joined the Tower Guards] [nervously]
Here do I swear fealty and service to Gondor. In peace or war. In living or dying. From... from this hour henceforth, until my lord release me, or death... take me.
And I shall not forget it. Nor fail to reward that which is given. [holds out his ringed hand which Pippin kisses] Fealty with love. Valor with honor. Disloyalty with vengeance. [sits down and starts to eat. He then looks at Faramir with cold eyes] I do not think we should so lightly abandon the outer defenses. Defenses that your brother long held intact.
What would you have me do?
I will not yield the river and Pelennor unfought. Osgiliath must be retaken.
My lord, Osgiliath is overrun.
Much must be risked in war. Is there a captain here who still has the courage to do his lord's will?
[appalled]
You wish now that our places have been exchanged? That I have died and Boromir had lived?
[coldly]
Yes. I wish that.
Since you are robbed of Boromir, I will do what I can in his stead. If I should return, think better of me, Father.
That will depend on the manner of your return.
[Legolas and Gimli are having a contest, seeing who can kill the most enemies until the battle is over]
Fifteen... sixteen...
Seventeen... eighteen... nineteen...
[Legolas scales a Mûmakil, eventually climbing on top and shooting the Haradrim archers at the summit]
Thirty three... thirty four...
[Legolas runs along its back, kills it with one triple-arrow shot, and slides down its trunk to land in front of Gimli]
That still only counts as one!
[Merry and Pippin are sitting on a section of Isengard's wall, smoking and eating]
It's good. Definitely from the Shire. Longbottom Leaf.
I feel... like I'm back at the Green Dragon!
[mouth is full]
Nn! Grn Dragn!
A mug of ale in my hand... putting my feet up on a settle, after a hard day's work.
Only, you've never done a hard day's work. [They both laugh at this. They then see Gandalf approaching]
Welcome, my lords, to Isengard.
You young rascals! A merry hunt you've led us on, and now we find you... feasting! and... and smoking!
[With his mouth full]
We are sitting on a field of victory, enjoying a few well-earned comforts. The salted pork is particularly good.
We're under orders- from Treebeard, who's taken over management.
[Pippin is shocked with terror after looking into the Palantír. Gandalf races to him and wakes him up]
Look at me.
Look at me. What did you see?
There was a tree. A white tree, in a courtyard of stones. It was dead. The city was burning.
Minas Tirith? Is that what you saw?
[his voice trembling with fear]
I saw...I saw him! I can still hear his voice in my head!
What did you tell him? Speak!
He asked me my name. I didn't answer.
What did you tell him about Frodo and the Ring?
[Pippin looks at him, still horrified]
MA Merry and Pippin
[The hobbits are singing, though the song is a bit drunkenly incoherent]
Oh, you can search far and wide
You can drink the whole town dry
But you'll never find a beer so brown
As the one we drink in our hometown!
You can drink your fancy ales
You can drink 'em by the flagon
But the only brew for the brave and true...
[Pippin trails off as he looks at Gandalf]
Pippin!
MA Merry and Pippin
But the only brew for the brave and true...
Comes from the Green Dragon!
[While Frodo and Sam are sleeping, Gollum wakes up, takes the Elven bread, sprinkles some onto a sleeping Sam, and throws the bread off the cliff they are on, to frame Sam] [waking up]
What are you up to? Sneaking off, are we?
[as Sméagol]
Sneaking? [indignant] S-Sneaking?! Fat hobbit is always so polite. Sméagol shows them secret ways that nobody else could find, and they say "sneak"! Sneak?! Very nice friend. Oh, yes, my precious. Very nice, very nice...
All right! All right. You just startled me is all. What were you doing?
Sméagol [sarcastic]
Sneaking.
Fine. Have it your own way. [wakes Frodo] I'm sorry to wake you, Mr. Frodo. We have to be moving on.
It's always dark here. [notices the bread is missing] It's gone. The Elvin bread!
What?! That's all we have left!
[looks at Gollum]
He took it! He must have!
[as Sméagol]
Sméagol?! No, no, not poor Sméagol. Sméagol hates nasty Elf bread.
You're a lying rat! What did you do with it?!
He doesn't eat it. He can't have taken it.
["notices" the crumbs on Sam's cloak]
Look. What's this? [takes the crumbs off the jacket and gasps] Crumbs on his jacketses! He took it! He took it! I've seen him. He's always stuffing his face when Master's not looking.
That's a filthy lie! [punches Gollum] You stinking, two-faced sneak!
Sam! Stop it! Sam! [pulls Sam away from Gollum] Sam! No!
Oh, my! I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to go so far. I was just so, so angry. Here, let's, let's just rest a bit.
No. You're not all right. You're exhausted. It's that Gollum. It's this place. It's that thing around your neck! I could help a bit. I could carry it for a while. [the words echo in Frodo's mind] Carry it for a while...I could carry it...I could carry it...Share the load...Share the load...The load...The load...
[pushes Sam away upon hearing the echoes]
Get away!!
I don't want to keep it! I just want to help.
[smiling behind Frodo]
See? See? He wants it for himself.
[Frodo looks at Sam in shock]
Shut up, you! Go away! Get out of here!
No, Sam. It's you. I'm sorry, Sam.
[Gollum smirks; his plan is working]
But he's a liar. He's poisoned you against me!
You can't help me anymore.
[shocked]
You don't mean that.
Go home.
[Sam breaks down crying, as Frodo and Gollum leave to continue their climb to Mordor]
