بخش 02

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 Shirerats now.

I don’t take orders from Orcmaggots.

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?

Manflesh.

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 Lorien 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 crosscountry. We Dwarves are natural sprinters.

Very dangerous over short distances.

Rohan.

Home of the Horselords.

There’s something strange at work here.

Some evil gives speed to these creatures.

Sets its will against us.

Legolas! What do your Elfeyes 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 Middleearth.

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 HorseMen 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.

Too long have these peasants stood against you.

But no more.

Eothain! Eothain!

You take your sister. You’ll go faster with just two.

Papa says Eothain must not ride Garulf.

He is too big for him.

Listen to me. You must ride to Edoras and raise the alarm.

Do you understand me? Yes, Mama.

I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to go, Mama.

Freda, I will find you there.

Quickly!

Go, child.

Rohan, my lord…

is ready to fall.

Theodred.

Find the king’s son!

Mordor will pay for this. These Orcs are not from Mordor.

My Lord Eomer, over here!

He’s alive.

Theodred.

Your son is badly wounded, my lord.

He was ambushed by Orcs.

If we don’t defend our country, Saruman will take it by force.

That is a lie.

Saruman the White has ever been our friend and ally.

Grima.

Grima.

Grima.

Orcs are roaming freely across our lands.

Unchecked. Unchallenged. Killing at will.

Orcs bearing the White Hand of Saruman.

Why do you lay these troubles on an already troubled mind?

Can you not see?

Your uncle is wearied by your malcontent…

your warmongering.

Warmongering?

How long is it since Saruman bought you?

What was the promised price, Grima?

When all the Men are dead, you will take your share of the treasure?

Too long have you watched my sister.

Too long have you haunted her steps.

You see much, Eomer, son of Eomund.

Too much.

You are banished forthwith from the kingdom of Rohan…

and all its domains under pain of death.

You have no authority here.

Your orders mean nothing.

This order does not come from me.

It comes from the king.

He signed it this morning.