بخش 11

Look. There’s smoke to the south.

There is always smoke rising…

from Isengard these days.

Isengard?

There was a time…

when Saruman would walk in my woods.

But now he has a mind of metal…

and wheels.

He no longer cares for growing things.

What is it?

It’s Saruman’s army.

The war has started.

May the grace of the Valar protect you.

Brego.

Arwen.

Tollen i lû (It is time.)

I chair gwannar na Valannor; Si bado, no círar (The ships are leaving for Valinor; Go now before it is too late).

I have made my choice.

He is not coming back.

Why do you linger here when there is no hope?

There is still hope.

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.

Arwen.

There is nothing for you here…

only death.

A im ú’erin veleth lîn (And I, do I not have your love?)

Gerich meleth nîn, ada (You have my love, father.)

I amar prestar aen (The world is changed.)

Han mathon ne nen (I feel it in the water.)

Han mathon ne chae, (I feel it in the earth,)

a han noston ned ‘wilith (and I smell it in the air.)

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 to the ending of the world.

The time of the Elves…

is over.

Do we leave Middleearth to its fate?

Do we let them stand alone?

What news?

Our scouts report Saruman has attacked Rohan.

Theoden’s people have fled to Helm’s Deep.

But we must look to our own borders. Faramir, Orcs are on the move.

Sauron is marshaling an army.

Easterlings and Southrons are at the Black Gate.

How many? Some thousands. More come every day.

Who’s covering the river to the north? We pulled 500 men at Osgiliath.

If their city is attacked, we won’t hold it.

Saruman attacks from Isengard.

Sauron from Mordor.

The fight will come to Men on both fronts.

Gondor is weak.

Sauron will strike us soon.

And he will strike hard.

He knows now we do not have the strength to repel him.

My men tell me that you are Orc spies.

Spies? Now wait just a minute.

Well, if you’re not spies, then who are you?

Speak.

We are Hobbits of the Shire.

Frodo Baggins is my name, and this is Samwise Gamgee.

Your bodyguard?

His gardener.

And where is your skulking friend?

That gangrel creature.

He had an illfavored look.

There was no other.

We set out from Rivendell with seven companions.

One we lost in Moria…

two were my kin…

a Dwarf there was also. And an Elf and two Men.

Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and Boromir of Gondor.