بخش 04

Let’s put a maggot hole in your belly!

Run, Merry!

Little Orcs.

It’s talking, Merry. The tree is talking.

Tree?

I am no tree!

I am an Ent.

A treeherder.

A shepherd of the forest.

Don’t talk to it, Merry.

Don’t encourage it!

Treebeard, some call me.

And whose side are you on?

Side?

I am on nobody’s side…

because nobody’s on my side, little Orc.

Nobody cares for the woods anymore.

We’re not Orcs! We’re Hobbits!

Hobbits?

Never heard of a Hobbit before.

Sounds like Orc mischief to me!

They come with fire.

They come with axes.

Gnawing, biting, breaking, hacking, burning!

Destroyers and usurpers! Curse them! No!

You don’t understand. We’re Hobbits!

Halflings!

Shirefolk!

Maybe you are…

and maybe you aren’t.

The White Wizard will know.

The White Wizard?

Saruman.

See? See?

We’ve led you out.

Hurry, Hobbitses. Hurry!

Very lucky we find you.

Nice Hobbit.

It’s a bog. He’s led us into a swamp.

A swamp, yes, yes.

Come, master.

We will take you on safe paths through the mist.

Come, Hobbits! Come! We go quickly.

I found it. I did.

The way through the marshes.

Orcs don’t use it. Orcs don’t know it.

They go around for miles and miles.

Come quickly.

Soft and quick as shadows we must be.

I hate this place. It’s too quiet.

There’s been no sight nor sound of a bird for two days.

No, no birdses to eat.

No crunchable birdses.

We are famished! Yes!

Famished we are, precious!

Here.

What does it eats?

Is it tasty?

It tries to chokes us!

We can’t eats Hobbit food!

We must starve!

Well, starve, then. And good riddance!

Oh, cruel Hobbit.

It does not care if we be hungry.

It does not care if we should die.

Not like master.

Master cares.

Master knows.

Yes.

Precious.

Once it takes hold of us…

it never lets go.

Don’t touch me!

There are dead things!

Dead faces in the water.

All dead. All rotten.

Elves and Men and Orcses.

A great battle long ago.

Dead Marshes.

Yes. Yes, that is their name.

This way.

Don’t follow the lights.

Careful now! Or Hobbits go down to join the dead ones…

and light little candles of their own.

Frodo!

Gollum? Don’t follow the lights.

Gollum! Mr. Frodo!

Are you all right?

So bright.

So beautiful.

Our precious.

What did you say?

Master should be resting.

Master needs to keep up his strength.

Who are you? Mustn’t ask us. Not its business.

Gollum. Gollum.

Gandalf told me you were one of the riverfolk.

Cold be heart and hand and bone Cold be travelers far from home

He said your life was a sad story.

They do not see what lies ahead When sun has failed and moon is dead

You were not so very different from a Hobbit once.

Were you?

Smeagol.

What did you call me?

That was your name once, wasn’t it?

A long time ago.

My name.

My name.

Smeagol.

Black Riders!

Hide! Hide!

Come on, Frodo. Come on!

Quick! They will see us! They will see us!

I thought they were dead. Dead?

No, you cannot kill them. No.

Wraiths!

Wraiths on wings!

They are calling for it.

They are calling for the precious.

Mr. Frodo! It’s all right.

I’m here.

Hurry, Hobbits.

The Black Gate is very close.

Orc blood.

These are strange tracks.

The air is so close in here.

This forest is old.

Very old.

Full of memory…

and anger.

The trees are speaking to each other.

Gimli!

Lower your ax.

They have feelings, my friend.

The Elves began it.

Waking up the trees, teaching them to speak.

Talking trees.

What do trees have to talk about?

Except the consistency of squirrel droppings.

Aragorn, nad no ennas (Aragorn, something is out there!)

Man cenich (What do you see?)

The White Wizard approaches.

Do not let him speak. He will put a spell on us.