بخش 06

I do not ask you to come with me, Sam. I know, Mr. Frodo.

I doubt even these Elvish cloaks will hide us in there.

Now! No!

No! No, master!

They catch you! They catch you!

Don’t take it to him.

He wants the precious.

Always he is looking for it.

And the precious is wanting to go back to him.

But we mustn’t let him have it.

No! There’s another way.

More secret. A dark way.

Why haven’t you spoken of this before? Because master did not ask.

He’s up to something.

Are you saying there’s another way into Mordor?

Yes. There’s a path…

and some stairs.

And then…

a tunnel.

He’s led us this far, Sam.

Mr. Frodo, no.

He’s been true to his word.

No.

Lead the way, Smeagol.

Good Smeagol always helps.

Hello?

Treebeard?

Where has he gone?

I had the loveliest dream last night.

There was this large barrel, full of pipeweed.

And we smoked all of it. And then…

you were sick.

I’d give anything for a whiff of Old Toby.

Did you hear that?

There it is again.

Something’s not right here. Not right at all.

You just said something… Treeish.

No, I didn’t. I was just stretching.

You’re taller.

Who? You!

Than what? Than me!

I’ve always been taller than you.

Pippin, everyone knows I’m the tall one. You’re the short one.

Please, Merry.

You’re what? Threefootsix? At the most?

Whereas me, I’m pushing 3’7.

3’8!

Threefooteight.

You did something.

Merry, don’t! Don’t drink it!

Merry!

No, Treebeard said that you shouldn’t have any.

I want some! It could well be dangerous!

Give me it back. Merry!

What’s happening?!

It’s got my leg!

Merry!

Help!

Away with you.

You should not be waking.

Eat earth; Dig deep; Drink water.

Go to sleep.

Away with you.

Come, the forest is waking up.

It isn’t safe.

The trees have grown wild and dangerous.

Anger festers in their hearts.

Black are their thoughts.

Strong is their hate.

They will harm you if they can.

There are too few of us now.

Too few of us Ents left to manage them.

Why are there so few of you when you have lived so long?

Are there Ent children?

There have been no Entings for a terrible long count of years.

Why is that? We lost the Entwives.

Oh, I’m sorry.

How did they die? Die? No.

We lost them.

And now we cannot find them.

I don’t suppose you’ve seen Entwives in the Shire?

Can’t say that I have.

You, Pip?

What do they look like?

I don’t remember now.

Edoras and the Golden Hall of Meduseld.

There dwells Theoden, King of Rohan…

whose mind is overthrown.

Saruman’s hold over King Theoden is now very strong.

My lord, your son…

he is dead.

My lord?

Uncle?

Will you not go to him?

Will you do nothing?

Be careful what you say.

Do not look for welcome here.

Oh, he must have died sometime in the night.

What a tragedy for the king…

to lose his only son and heir.

I understand. His passing is hard to accept.

Especially now that your brother has deserted you.

Leave me alone, snake!

Oh, but you are alone.

Who knows what you’ve spoken to the darkness…

in the bitter watches of the night…

when all your life seems to shrink.

The walls of your bower closing in about you.

A hutch to trammel some wild thing in.

So fair.

So cold.

Like a morning of pale spring…

still clinging to winter’s chill.

Your words are poison.

You’ll find more cheer in a graveyard.

I cannot allow you before Theoden King so armed, Gandalf Greyhame.

By order of Grima Wormtongue.

Your staff.

You would not part an old man from his walking stick.

My lord, Gandalf the Grey is coming.

He’s a herald of woe.

The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late…

Theoden King.

He’s not welcome.

Why should I welcome you…

Gandalf Stormcrow?

A just question, my liege.

in which this conjurer chooses to appear.

Lathspell I name him.

Ill news is an ill guest.

Be silent. Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth.

I have not passed through fire and death…

to bandy crooked words with a witless worm.

His staff.

I told you to take the wizard’s staff.

Theoden…

son of Thengel…

too long have you sat in the Shadows.

I would stay still if I were you.

Hearken to me!

I release you…

from the spell.