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EXT. FOOTHILLS OF WHITE MOUNTAINS - DAY

ANGLE ON: SHADOWFAX powers along the COUNTRYSIDE.

ANGLE ON: PIPPIN, huddled in front of GANDALF, the WIND
sailing through his hair.

                      GANDALF
           We have just passed into the realm of
           Condor!

EXT. MINAS TIRITH - DAWN

ANGLE ON: SHADOWFAX gallops up onto a LOW RIDGE . . .

ANGLE ON: Before them is the DARK MASS of Mount Mindolluin,
its tall WHITE FACE whitening in the RISING SUN. Upon its out-
thrust knee is the Guarded City: MINAS TIRITH.

With SEVEN WALLS OF WHITE STONE, so strong and old that it
seems to have been not built, MINAS TIRITH looks carven by
giants out of the bones of the earth.

                     GANDALF
          Minas Tirith . . . City of the Kings.

Suddenly the SUN climbs over the eastern hills, and sends
forth a SHAFT OF SUNLIGHT that GLEAMS against th e face of the
CITY. The TOWER OF ECTHELION stands high within the topmost
walls. WHITE BANNERS break and FLUTTER from the BATTLEMENTS
in the morning breeze.

EXT. MINAS TIRITH STREETS - DAY

GANDALF steering SHADOWFAX up the STEEP STREETS of MINAS
TIRITH.
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ANGLE ON: The stares of frightened GONDORIANS as GANDALF and
PIPPIN gallop through the WINDING STREETS . . .

AERIAL SHOT: SHADOWFAX, carrying GANDALF and PIPPIN up
towards the 7th LEVEL.

MINAS TIRITH is built in 7 LEVELS - each behind a CIRCULAR
DEFENSIVE WALL. Each level rises - the city reaches a height
of nearly 1000 FEET on its TOPMOST LEVEL.

A towering BASTION of NATURAL ROCK - shaped like a sharp
ship's prow - bisects the city from the 2nd LEVEL to the TOP.

EXT. MINAS TIRITH, COURT OF THE KINGS - DAY

SHADOWFAX arrives at a GREAT CITADEL on the SUMMIT of the
CITY - 1000 FEET above the PELENNOR FIELDS.

GANDALF and PIPPIN dismount, leaving the GUARDS of the
CITADEL to tend to SHADOWFAX. GANDALF hurries off . . .

CLOSE ON: PIPPIN as he takes in his surroundings, his eye
caught by a DEAD TREE that stands in the middle of the COURT,
FOUR SOLEMN CITADEL GUARDS standing sentry around it.

                         PIPPIN  ;
                                                            .
                  (whisper)
             It's the tree. ,
                  (hurrying after GANDALF)
             Gandalf! Gandalf!

                       GANDALF
             Yes, the white tree of Gondor. The tree of
             the King.

GANDALF leads PIPPIN across a FLAT COURT of WHITE STONES,
surrounded by GREEN LAWNS . . . towards a GREAT HALL benejath
the GLEAMING TOWER. '
                                                            \

                       GANDALF (cont'd)
             Lord Denethor, however, is not the King. He
             is a steward only. A caretaker of the
             throne.

GANDALF lowers his voice, as they approach the TOWER HALL.

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                        GA ND ALF (c on t'd )
                  (quietly)
             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, Pippin Took.

CLOSE ON: PIPPIN, suitably chastened, nods.

INT. MINAS TIRITH TOWER HALL - DAY

ANGLE ON: A LONG SOLEMN HALL ... with ROWS OF BLACK MARBLE
PILLARS. Between the pillars stand a silent company of TALL
KINGS carved in cold STONE.

GANDALF strides down the HALL, with PIPPIN following
obediently behind.

At the FAR END, upon a DAIS OF MANY STEPS, sits a LARGE,
EMPTY THRONE . . . and on the wall behind is the IMAGE of a
FLOWERING WHITE TREE set in GEMS.

At the FOOT of the DAIS, in a small STONE CHAIR, sits an OLD
MAN, gazing at his lap: DENETHOR - the Lord Steward of
CONDOR.

                        GANDALF
             Hail, Denethor, Son of Ecthelion, Lord and
             Steward of Gondor.

DENETHOR does not look up as GANDALF and PIPPIN approach.

                        GANDALF (cont'd)
             I come with tidings in this dark hour - and
             with counsel.

DENETHOR slowly raises COLD EYES . . .

                         DENETHOR
                  (bitter)
             Perhaps you come to explain this?

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DENETHOR holds up BOROMIR'S BROKEN HORN ...

                          DEN ETH OR (c ont 'd )
             Perhaps you come to tell me why my son is
             dead?

CLOSE ON: PIPPIN remembering . . .

INSERT IMAGE: BOROMIR, as URUK-HAI arrows thud into his body,
he falls to his KNEES . . .

PIPPIN starts forward unable to say nothing . . .

                       .. PIPPIN
             Boromir died to save us . . . my kinsman and
             me . . . he fell, defending us from many
             foes.

CLOSE ON: DENETHOR pain flickers in his eyes.

                        GANDALF
                  (hurried whisper)
             Pippin!

PIPPIN drops to his knee offering DENETHOR his SWORD . . .

                        PIPPIN
             I offer you my service, such as it is, in
             payment of this debt.

DENETHOR looks at PIPPIN blankly, overcome with grief.:

                         GANDALF
                  (to PIPPIN)
             Get up!
                  (a ddre ssin g D ENET HOR)
             My Lord, there will be a time to grieve for
             Boromir, but it is not now. War is coming
             ... the Enemy is on your doorstep. As
             Steward, you are charged with the defence
             of this city. Where are Condor's armies?

DENETHOR gaze turns slowly on GANDALF . . .



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                       GANDALF (cont'd)
            You still have friends - you are not alone
            in this fight. Send word to Theoden of
            Rohan. Light the beacons.

DENETHOR smiles at GANDALF, as if amused by something.

                        DENETHOR
                 (softly)
            You think you are wise, Mithrandir, yet for
            all your subtleties.you have not wisdom. Do
            you think the eyes of the White Tower are
            blind? I have seen more than you know. With
            your left hand you would use me as a shield
            against Mordor and with your right you
            would seek to supplant me.

CLOSE ON: GANDALF looks shocked, DENETHOR'S eyes NARROW.

                      DENETHOR (cont'd)
                (contemptuous)
           I know who rides with Theoden of Rohan. Oh,
           yes. Word has reached my ears of this
           Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and I tell you
           now, I will not bow to this Ranger from the
           North - last of a ragged house, long bereft
           of Lordship.

                       GANDALF
                (stung)
           Authority is not given to you to deny the
           return of the King - Steward!

                       DENETHOR
                 (explosive)
            The rule of Condor is mine, and no others!

CLOSE ON: PIPPIN, horrified. GANDALF looks at Denethor
closely for a moment, then turns on his heel to leave, PIPPIN
follows.

                      GANDALF
            Come.

GANDALF and PIPPIN stride from the TOWER HALL ... DENETHOR
slumps back into his SEAT.

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INT. MINAS TIRITH, PIPPIN'S QUARTERS - NIGHT

ANGLE ON: PIPPIN is carefully laying out a SMALL UNIFORM of
the ROYAL GUARD on a bed.

                     PIPPIN
          So, I imagine this is just a ceremonial
          position . . . I mean, they don't actually
          expect me to do any fighting . . . do they?

WIDE: GANDALF STANDING QUIETLY on a BALCONY that overlooks
the GREAT CITY.

                      GANDALF
          You're in the service of the Steward now -
          you're going to have to do as you're told,
          Peregrin Took . . .
               (under his breath)
          Guard of the Citadel!

EXT. MINAS TIRITH BALCONY - NIGHT

ANGLE ON: PIPPIN as he stares up at the vast NIGHT SKY.,

                     PIPPIN
          It's so quiet.

GANDALF watches the young HOBBIT.



                     GANDALF
          It's the deep breath before the plunge.

                      PIPPIN
          I don't want to be in a battle . . . but
          waiting on the edge of one I can't escape
          is even worse. L
               (tense)  :
          Is there any hope, Gandalf - for Frodo and
          Sam?

GANDALF joins PIPPIN as they look towards the distant, jagged
MOUNTAINS of MORDOR . . .


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                        GANDALF
             There never was much hope.

PIPPIN looks up at him, unnerved. GANDALF gives him a small
self-deprecating smile . . .

                       GANDALF (cont'd)
             Just a fool's hope.

GANDALF and PIPPIN share a quiet moment as they stare out
towards the FIERY SKY over MORDOR . . .

                       GANDALF V/0
                  (grim)
             Our enemy is almost ready, his full
             strength gathered. Not only Ores, but men
             as well.

INSERT IMAGE: GIANT MUMAKIL carrying ARMIES upon their backs

                       GANDALF V/0 (cont'd)
             Legions of Haradrim from the South ......

INSERT IMAGE: CORSAIR SHIPS sail up the RIVER . . .

                        GANDALF V/0 (cont'd)
             Mercenaries from the coast . . . All will
             answer Mordor' s call.

ANGLE ON: GANDALF . . . he is almost talking to himself now ..
like a man unable to prevent a sure disaster.


                       GANDALF
             This will be the end of Gondor as we know
             it. Here the hammerstroke will fall
             hardest.

INSERT IMAGE: The BATTLE-SCARRED CITY of OSGILIATH - last
bastion between MINAS TIRITH and MORDOR . . .

                       GANDALF V/0
             If the river is taken, if the garrison at
             Osgiliath falls, the last defence of this
             city will be gone.

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CLOSE ON: PIPPIN ... desperately seeking reassurance.

                       PIPPIN
            But we have the White Wizard. That's got to
            count for something.

GANDALF looks down at PIPPIN, he says nothing ...

                        PIPPIN (cont'd)
                 (nervous)
            Gandalf?

GANDALF stares into the distance as if seeing something in
his mind's eye.

INSERT IMAGE: A TOWERING, HOODED FIGURE, DRESSED in BLACK, is
being dressed in ARMOUR by attendant ORCS ...

                           GANDALF V/0
            Sauron has yet to reveal his deadliest
            servant . . . The one who will lead Mordor's
            armies in war, the one they say no living
            man can kill.

CLOSE ON: GANDALF still staring intently as if facing his
enemy in .person.

                        GANDALF
            The Witchking of Angmar . . .
                 (he looks down at a startled
                  PIPPIN) , .
                                          ;
            You've met him before . . .

ANGLE ON: PIPPIN looks up at GANDALF, afraid to ask . . .

                       GANDALF (cont'd)
            He stabbed Frodo on Weathertop.

INSERT IMAGE: FRODO screaming as the MORGUL BLADE is driven
into his SHOULDER . . .

PIPPIN blanches at the MEMORY . . .




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                      G AN DA LF ( co nt 'd )
            He is the Lord of the Nazgul - the greatest
            of the nine . . .

EXT. MINAS MORGUL - NIGHT

                      GANDALF V/0
           And Minas Morgul is his lair.

ANGLE ON: FRODO and SAM clamber into a SMALL GULLY beside a
ROUGH-HEWN ROAD ... GOLLUM CAREFULLY.peers OVER the lip of
the GULLY ___

ANGLE ON: MINAS MORGUL, a MASSIVE DEAD CITY, set upon a ROCKY
KNEE at the HEAD OF THE morgul valley. CORRUPT and LOATHSOME,
it glows with a SICKLY LUMINOUS LIGHT - like a CORPSE CANDLE.

TWO HUGE, BESTIAL STONE STATUES guard the BRIDGE that leads
to the CITY ...

                      GOLLUM
                (whisper)
           The Dead City, very nasty place, full of
           ... enemies.

GOLLUM, FRODO and SAM hurry from their COVER scampering in
the SHADOWS towards MINAS MORGUL ...

                      GOLLUM (cont'd)
                (hissed whisper)
           Quick! Quick! They will see, they will see.

CLOSE ON: FRODO . . . he LOOKS UP at the HIDEOUS STATUES. His
SENSES START REELING.

                     GOLLUM (cont'd)
           Come away, come away. Look! We have found
           it.

FRODO and SAM look AGHAST at the sight of a NARROW, NEAR-
VERTICAL STAIRCASE, cut into the ROCK-FACE ... Directly in
FRONT of the MINAS MORGUL GATES.

                      GOLLUM (cont'd)
           The way into Mordor!

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ANGLE ON: Following the STAIRS . . . HIGHER and HIGHER up the
sheer western side of the MORGUL VALLEY - to the HIGH PEAKS
of the razor-like MOUNTAINS OF MORDOR.

                         GOLLUM (cont'd)
             The secret stairs . . . climb!

SUDDENLY! FRODO staggers across the ROAD . . . as if some
FORCE, other than his own will, is at work! He lurches
towards the BRIDGE . . . towards MINAS MORGUL!

                        SAM
             No, Mr Frodo!

                        GOLLUM
                  (desperate)
             Not that way!

SAM runs after FRODO, catching him in his arms as he STUMBLES,

                       GOLLUM (cont'd)
             What's it doing?

                        SAM
             No!

SAM and GOLLUM pull FRODO from the BRIDGE.

                        FRODO
                  (disorientated)
             They're calling me!

FRODO falls to the GROUND.

AT THAT MOMENT: the GROUND QUIVERS, and a great RUMBLING
NOISE rolls across the ground and ECHOES in the mountains.

The cold, dull MORGUL VALLEY is suddenly VIOLENT and FIERCE,
as UPRUSHING FLAME springs from MOUNT DOOM.

MINAS MORGUL ANSWERS: A FLARE of LIVID LIGHTNING, FORKS of
BLUE FLAME, SPRING UP from the TOWER into the SULLEN CLOUD.

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EXT. MINAS TIRITH BALCONY - NIGHT

ANGLE ON: VIOLENT FIERY FLASHES light the CLOUD above MORDOR
. . . SHARP THUNDER rolls across 40 MILES to MINAS TIRITH.

CLOSE ON: PIPPIN looking on in FRIGHTENED AWE. GANDALF'S
comforting HAND rests on his shoulder.

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EXT. MINAS MORGUL - NIGHT

SAM and GOLLUM lead FRODO to the STAIRS ...

ABOVE MINAS MORGUL the SKY is BRIGHT with LIGHT as the CITY,
erupts . . .

                    GOLLUM
          Hide! Hide!

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EXT. MINAS TIRITH BATTLEMENTS - NIGHT

ANGLES ON: FACES of SOLDIERS and CIVILIANS of MINAS TIRITH as
they watch from the PARAPETS of the CITY.

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EXT. MINAS MORGUL - NIGHT

FRODO and SAM sink to the ground, holding their hands against
their ears, as out of the CITY comes a RENDING SCREECH . . .
SHIVERING, rising swiftly to a PIERCING PITCH beyond the
range of hearing. The terrible CRY ends, falling back through
a long sickening WAIL, to SILENCE.

ANGLE ON: FRODO slowly RAISES HIS HEAD . . . across the NARROW
VALLEY, directly opposite the HOBBITS, the LORD OF THE NAZGUL
- the WITCH KING - suddenly RISES UP out of the DEAD CITY on
his FELL-BEAST!

. .. ,as the WITCH KING settles on the BATTLEMENTS of MINAS
MORGUL. His DARK HEAD turns this way and that, sweeping the
shadows with unseen eyes - as if SENSING the RING !
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ANGLE ON: FRODO breaking out into a COLD SWEAT. He squeezes
his eyes shut, clutching at his SHIRT as if it's on FIRE!

                         FRODO .
                  (gasping)
             I can feel his blade!

THE CAVERNOUS GATE of MINAS MORGUL swings OPEN ...

. . . and. a HUGE ARMY MARCHES OUT!

RANK upon RANK of ARMOUR CLAD ORCS, moving SWIFTLY and
SILENTLY, pass close to FRODO and SAM in an ENDLESS STREAM of
RAGGED COLUMNS!

EXT. MINAS TIRITH BALCONY - NIGHT

CLOSE ON: GANDALF . .. .

                         GANDALF
                  (quiet)
             We come to it at last ... the great battle
             of our time.

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EXT. MINAS MORGUL - NIGHT

ANGLE ON: 75,000 ORCS MARCHING TO WAR, just below FRODO and SAM.

                        GANDALF V/0
             This war is long planned. Sauron has hated
             the west through many ages . . . It is a
             hatred that flows from the depths of time,
             across the deeps of the Sea.

The WITCH KING SWOOPS down the VALLEY to join the HEAD of his
ARMY. He vanishes into the GLOOM - a shadow into shadow.

CLOSE ON: GOLLUM peers out from his stony hiding place.

                        GOLLUM
                  (urgent)
             Come, hobbits. We climb - we must climb!


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ANGLE ON: FRODO, SAM and GOLLUM climb the STONY STAIRS high
above the MARCHING ARMY.

EXT. MINAS TIRITH BALCONY - NIGHT

ANGLE ON: GANDALF . . . thinking, calculating . . .

                        GANDALF
                  (to himself)
             The board is set, the pieces are moving.

EXT. MINAS TIRITH SIXTH LEVEL - NIGHT

ANGLE ON: GANDALF striding BACK STREETS of the CITY . . . so
DETERMINED and PURPOSEFUL is he, that PIPPIN has to RUN to
keep up. GANDALF suddenly stops and looks down at PIPPIN . . .

                       GANDALF
             Peregrin Took, my lad, there is a task to
             be done. Another opportunity for one of the
             Shire-folk to prove their great worth!

GANDALF kneels down and looks at PIPPIN earnestly, his hand
on PIPPIN'S shoulder.

                       GANDALF (cont'd)
             You must not fail me.

GANDALF watches as PIPPIN hurries away.

EXT. WEST OSGILIATH, RIVER ANDUIN - NIGHT

WIDE ON: An ANCIENT STONE BRIDGE which spans the RUINS of
EAST and WEST OSGILIATH - a once MIGHTY GONDORIAN CITY.

WIDE ON: ITHILIEN RANGERS patrolling the BRIDGE and the
RIVERBANK.

WEST OSGILIATH has fallen into disrepair, but the DESOLATION
of EAST OSGILIATH is more pronounced - it is held by the
FORCES of MORDOR.

CAMERA tracks down beneath the BRIDGE to the DARK WATERS . . .
catching a STEALTHY MOVEMENT . . .

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ANGLE ON: MANY BOATS, carrying MURDEROUS-LOOKING ORCS, are
quietly tracking down the RIVER. On board several HUNCHED
FIGURES steer with LONG OARS.

                       GOTHMOG
                  (to his oarsmen)
             Quiet!

EXT. WEST OSGILIATH, RIVER ANDUIN - NIGHT

CLOSE ON: FARAMIR, CAPTAIN OF CONDOR, as he issues orders to
his SOLDIERS.

                         FARAMIR
                  (urgent)
             To the river - quick!

ANGLE ON: ITHILIEN RANGERS take position; they are all
WEATHERED, HARDENED, PROFESSIONAL SOLDIERS . . . Watchful,
ready, waiting . . .

                       GOTHMOG
             Faster!

ON THE RIVER the BOATS quietly advance.

                        ORC COMMANDER
             Draw swords!

ANGLE ON: FARAMIR and his SOLDIERS lie in wait. As the BOATS
arrive HUNDREDS of ORCS race ashore. FARAMIR steps out, his
SWORD drawn. A FIERCE BATTLE ensues, but FARAMIR is unable to
stop the advance as HUNDREDS OF ORCS cross the WIDE BRIDGE
into WEST OSGILIATH.

EXT. MOUNT MINDOLLUIN - DAWN

HIGH ANGLE ON: A DIZZYING VIEW . . . Looking down on MINAS
TIRITH, 1000 FEET BELOW, as PIPPIN desperately scrambles up
the ROCKY MOUNTAINSIDE.

EXT. MINAS TIRITH BEACON - DAWN

PIPPIN clambers over a ROCKY LEDGE and ducks behind a STONE
WALL . . . panting HEAVILY.

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ANGLE ON: An ancient STONE LEDGE holds a GREAT PILE of
FIREWOOD, secured in stacked bundles ... The MINAS TIRITH
BEACON!

TWO bored CITADEL GUARDS sit chatting ... passing the long
hours.

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EXT. MINAS TIRITH STREETS - DAWN

ANGLE ON: GANDALF as he waits tensely below . . .

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EXT. MINAS TIRITH BEACON - DAWN

ANGLES ON: PIPPIN as he stealthily manages to POUR OIL on the
WOOD and set a FLAME to it!

Within SECONDS, the GREAT PYRE is alight! The GUARDS look on
in TOTAL SURPRISE as the FLAMES ERUPT into the TWILIGHT SKY.

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EXT. MINAS TIRITH STREETS

ANGLE ON: GANDALF as the BEACONS burst into FLAMES ... His.
eyes flash briefly with TRIUMPH before he hurries off ...

EXT. MINAS TIRITH BATTLEMENTS - DUSK

ANGLE ON: The BEACON glows BRIGHTLY on the slopes of MOUNT
MINDOLLUIN, high above MINAS TIRITH ...

PULL BACK: GANDALF hurries to the BATTLEMENT, looking further
west along the WHITE MOUNTAINS.

                     GANDALF
               (to himself)
          Amon Din ... come on . . .

ANGLE ON: a bright FIRE ignites on a DISTANT MOUNTAIN PEAK.


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NOISY COMMOTION in the city as PEOPLE realise the BEACONS
have been lit!

                        SOLDIER
                  (yelling)
             The beacon! The beacon at Amon Din is lit!

FLASH INSERT: DENETHOR staring·at the BEACON from the CITADEL
WINDOW . . . a look of BLACK FURY on his face.

ANGLE ON: GANDALF, a strange smile plays on his face . . .

                        GANDALF
                  (to himself)
             Hope is kindled.

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EXT. WHITE MOUNTAINS AERIAL - NIGHT

AERIAL SHOT: MOVING over the WHITE MOUNTAINS . . . as the TRAIL
of GREAT FIRES slowly winds from PEAK TO PEAK.

EXT. EDORAS COURTYARD - DAWN

ANGLE ON: A ROCKY PEAK high above EDORAS . . . a GREAT BEACON
FIRE is IGNITED.

ON THE SOUNDTRACK: A BELL TOLLS urgently!

CLOSE ON: ARAGORN looks tensely out across the MOUNTAINS . . .

PULL BACK . . . ARAGORN runs towards the GOLDEN HALL.

INT. EDORAS, GOLDEN HALL - DAWN

CLOSE ON: ARAGORN bursts into the GOLDEN HALL.

                       ARAGORN
             The beacons of Minas Tirith! The beacons
             are lit! Condor calls for aid!

ANGLE ON: THEODEN looks up startled.


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CLOSE ON: EOWYN, EOMER turn to look at their UNCLE ... tension
builds.

CLOSE ON: THEODEN his head lowered . . . Slowly it rises - he
looks ARAGORN in the EYE.

                        THEODEN
             Then Rohan will answer. Muster the
             Rohirrim!

EXT. EDORAS COURTYARD - DAWN

WIDE ON: EDORAS LOOKOUT . . . A SOLDIER RINGING the GREAT BELL
in alarm as below, in the COURTYARD, SOLDIERS mount their
STEEDS amid great activity.

ANGLE ON: THEODEN striding purposefully outside, flanked by
EOMER and his SOLDIERS ...

                     THEODEN
          Assemble the army at Dunharrow - as many
          men as can be found. You have two days ...
          On the third, we ride for Condor ... and
          war!

ANGLE ON: THEODEN strides onto the PARAPETS . . .

                        THEODEN (cont'd)
             Gamling, make haste across the Riddermark
             ... Summon every able-bodied man to
             Dunharrow!

ANGLE ON: THEODEN watches as below the SOLDIERS prepare.

ANGLE ON: EOWYN hurriedly pulling on RIDING GLOVES, preparing
to mount her HORSE.

                       ARAGORN
             You ride with us?

EOWYN turns and runs SMACK into ARAGORN ...

                     EOWYN
          Just to the encampment. It's tradition for
          the women of the Court to farewell the men.
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ARAGORN smiles . . . reaching past her, he lifts a cover to reveal
a SWORD, strapped to the side of the saddle of her HORSE.

EOWYN deftly pulls the cover back down. She looks at ARAGORN.

                        EOWYN (cont'd)
                  (softly)
             The Men have found their Captain - they
             will follow you into battle, even to death.
                  (quietly)
             You have given us hope.

PULL BACK: to reveal THEODEN stares around at the STREETS and
PEOPLE of EDORAS . . . it is as if he knows he will not see
this place again.

                       THEODEN V/0
             So . . . It is before the walls of Minas
             Tirith that the doom of our time will be
             decided.

ANGLE ON: EOMER astride his horse, calls to the assembled
SOLDIERS . . .

                        EOMER
             Now is the hour! Riders of Rohan - oaths
             you have taken. Now, fulfil them all - to
             Lord and land!

EXT. PLAINS OF ROHAN - DAY

ANGLE ON: THEODEN astride SNOWMANE, as he, EOMER, ARAGORN &
MERRY and LEGOLAS & GIMLI ride out AMID a GREAT COLUMN of
ROHIRRIM, THUNDERING towards DUNHARROW in the MOUNTAINS.

EXT. WEST OSGILIATH, RIVER ANDUIN - DAY

ANGLE ON: FARAMIR and his MEN are fighting a losing BATTLE
against the MORDOR invasion.

                        MADRIL
             We can't hold them. The city is lost!




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                       FARAMIR
             Tell the men to break up. We ride for Minas
             Tirith.

ON THE SOUNDTRACK: OMINOUS SOUNDS of WIND RISING ... HUGE
WINGS BEATING ...

                       RANGER
             Nazgul!

SPINNING ANGLE: FARAMIR looks up at the SKY . . . ITHILIEN
RANGERS are suddenly nervous, frightened . . . A HUGE SHADOW
passes overhead!

                       FARAMIR
             Take cover!

A SUDDEN TERRIFYING SHRIEK rends the AIR!

                       FARAMIR (cont'd)
             Pull back! Pull back to Minas Tirith!

ANGLE ON: SOLDIERS RETREATING through the RUINS of the CITY
as, high in the sky above, the NAZGUL swoop ...

ANGLE ON: MADRIL as he is cut down by an ORC . . .

CLOSE ON: MADRIL . . . his breathing quick and shallow . . .
footsteps approach . . .

ANGLE ON: The HIDEOUSLY deformed features of GOTHMOG standing
over the prone figure of the INJURED RANGER.

Grabbing a spear from a nearby underling, GOTHMOG drives the
shaft into MADRIL'S chest . . .

CLOSE ON: GOTHMOG surveys the carnage with satisfaction.

                      GOTHMOG
           The age of men is over. The time of the Ore
           has come.

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EXT. PELENNOR FIELDS - DAY

FARAMIR and a few survivors flee WEST OSGILIATH, desperately
riding toward MINAS TIRITH . . . in the SKY above DARK SHAPES
pursue them ...

ANGLE ON: SUDDENLY, from on HIGH, the NAZGUL strike!

TILT DOWN ... following the NAZGUL as it SWOOPS out of LOW-
LYING, MURKY CLOUDS tossing MEN in the AIR like LIMP RAG-DOLLS!

AT THAT MOMENT: Across the PLAIN, a FIGURE clothed in WHITE
rides towards them!

From the BATTLEMENTS of MINAS TIRITH, a call . . . "The White
Rider!"

EXT. PELENNOR FIELDS - DAY

WIDE ON: GANDALF as he spurs SHADOWFAX forward! PIPPIN clings
tightly to the great horses MANE.

ANGLE ON: FARAMIR, SWORD in hand, remains at the REAR, trying
desperately to fend off the DEADLY ASSAULT . . .

AGAIN the FELL-BEASTS DIVE low ...

GANDALF thunders into view, raising his STAFF ...

A SHAFT OF WHITE LIGHT suddenly stabs upwards! The NAZGUL
SWERVES AWAY from the LIGHT, as it pierces the LOW CLOUD!

For a BRIEF MOMENT, SUNLIGHT streams through the hole onto
PELENNOR FIELDS . . . The NAZGUL circle away from the SUN RAYS,
swiftly spiralling higher and higher.

The NAZGUL defeated, GANDALF and the RANGERS ride towards the
safety of MINAS TIRITH.

EXT. MINAS TIRITH GATES - DAY

ANGLE ON: IORLAS runs towards the GATES, yelling . . .

                     IORLAS
          Open the Gates! Pull!
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The GREAT GATES OPEN, allowing GANDALF, PIPPIN, FARAMIR and
the OSGILIATH SURVIVORS to RIDE IN . . . Nearly 100 WOUNDED AND
SHOCKED MEN.

AS GANDALF pulls SHADOWFAX up . . .

                        FARAMIR
             Mithrandir!

ANGLE ON: FARAMIR STEERS HIS HORSE through the CROWD towards
GANDALF ...

                        FARAMIR (cont'd)
             They broke through our defences. They have
             taken the bridge a nd the West Bank.
             Battalions of Ores are crossing the River.

                        IORLAS
             It is as the Lord Denethor predicted - long
             has he foreseen this doom!

                        GANDALF
             Foreseen and done nothing!

FARAMIR suddenly STARES at PIPPIN. GANDALF reads the surprise
in his eyes.

                       GA ND ALF (c on t'd )
             Faramir? ... This is not the first halfling
             to have crossed your path ...

FARAMIR shakes his head.

                       FARAMIR
             No.

                        PIPPIN
                  (disbelief)
             You've seen Frodo and Sam?

FARAMIR NODS.

                        GANDALF
             Where? When?


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                      FARAMIR
            In Ithilien, not two days ago. Gandalf -
            they are taking the road to the Morgul
            Vale.

                       GANDALF
                 (shocked realisation)
            . . . And then the Pass of Cirith Ungol.

CLOSE ON: GANDALF, deeply troubled.

                       PIPPIN
            What does that mean? What's wrong?

                        GANDALF
                 (urgent)
            Faramir . . . Tell me everything.

EXT. CIRITH UNGOL STAIRS - NIGHT

ANGLE ON: FRODO and SAM following GOLLUM up the dizzying
STAIRWAY, carved into the SHEER CLIFF.

The STEPS are NARROW, UNEVENLY SPACED, and many are BROKEN.
They are so STEEP that FRODO and SAM climb as if on a LADDER ·
their desperate FINGERS clinging to the STEPS ABOVE - trying
not to look at the LONG BLACK FALL below them.

ANGLE ON: FRODO'S foot slips and for a brief moment he is
HANGING PRECARIOUSLY from the ROCK-FACE.

                      GOLLUM
            Careful, Master - careful! Very far to
            fall. Very dangerous on the stairs.

EXT. CIRITH UNGOL LEDGE - NIGHT

ANGLE ON: GOLLUM peering down from ABOVE . . . he has reached a
SMALL LEDGE.

                      GOLLUM
           Come, Master.




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CLOSE ON: FRODO tries to CLAMBER UP onto the LEDGE . . . as he
does, the RING slips out of his SHIRT and DANGLES in FULL
VIEW of GOLLUM!

CLOSE ON: GOLLUM rears back in shock . . . tenses like a CAT,
EYES WIDENING.

                        GOLLUM (cont'd)
                  (dreamlike)
             Come to Smeagol.

ANGLE ON: FRODO, head bowed, trying to pull himself up. He
doesn't notice GOLLUM'S HAND reaching for the RING !

CLOSE ON: GOLLUM'S FINGERS . . . closing in on the RING ...

ANGLE ON: SAM, still TEETERING on the PRECIPITOUS STAIRS
DRAWS HIS SWORD!

                        SAM
                  (alarmed yell)
             Mr Frodo!

STARTLED, FRODO looks down at SAM, losing his footing in the
process . . .

                        SAM (cont'd)
             Get back, you. Don't touch him!

ANGLE ON: SAM'S horrified face as . . .

GOLLUM'S out-stretched HAND suddenly GRASPS FRODO'S ARM
pulling him SAFELY onto the LEDGE.

GOLLUM glares down at SAM.

                       GOLLUM
             Why does he hates poor Smeagol? What has
             Smeagol ever done to him? Master?

CLOSE ON: GOLLUM blinks, masking the MALICE of his EYES with
their heavy pale lids.




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                      GOLLUM (cont'd)
           Master carries heavy burden . . . Smeagol
           knows . . . Heavy, heavy burden. Fat one
           cannot know. Smeagol look after Master.

CLOSE ON: GOLLUM creeps CLOSE to FRODO and WHISPERS in his
ear:

                        GOLLUM (cont'd)
                  (rasping whisper)
           He wants it - he needs it. Smeagol sees it
           in his eye. Very soon he will ask you for
           it - you will see . . . the Fat One will take
           it from you.

CLOSE ON: FRODO looking at SAM . . . his hand strays to his
NECK, closing tight around the RING.

                                                             CUT TO:

EXT. OSGILIATH - DAY

HIGH ABOVE OSGILIATH, the SINISTER PROFILE of the WITCH KING
seated on a FELL BEAST as GOTHMOG stands, awaiting his
orders.

                      WITCH KING
                (clinical)
           Send forth all legions. Do not stop the
           attack until the city is taken. Slay them
           all.

                      GOTHMOG
           What of the Wizard?

SLOWLY the WITCH KING' S HEAD turns . . .

                     WITCH KING
           I shall break him.

EXT. MINAS TIRITH BATTLEMENTS - DAY

REACTIONS: OF GONDORIAN SOLDIERS upon the MINAS TIRITH
BATTLEMENTS . . . AWE . . . FEAR . . . TERROR!


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ANXIOUS SOLDIERS crowd around GANDALF.

                        SOLDIER 1
                  (worried)
             Where are Theoden's riders?

                        SOLDIER 2
             Will Rohan's army come?

                       SOLDIER 1
             Mithrandir?

                          G AN DA LF
                 (grim)
             Courage is the best defence that you have
             now.

                                                             CUT TO:

INT. MINAS TIRITH TOWER HALL - DAY

CLOSE ON: PIPPIN . . . DRESSED in OVER-SIZED ARMOUR . . . kneels
before DENETHOR . . .

                        PIPPIN
                  (nervous)
             Here do I swear fealty and service to
             Gondor, in peace or war, in living or
             dying, from this hour henceforth, until my
             lord release me, or death take me.

                        DENETHOR
             And I shall not forget it, nor fail to
             reward that which is given ...

ANGLE ON: DENETHOR proffers his RING which PIPPIN kisses . . .

                       DENETHOR (cont'd)
             ... fealty with love ...

DENETHOR gently raises PIPPIN'S head . . . DENETHOR'S eyes meet
FARAMIR' S.

                       DENETHOR (cont'd)
             ... valour with honour ...
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DENETHOR crosses to a table ... Attendants BEGIN SERVING him
a ME L . . .
    A

                       DENETHOR (cont'd)

             ... disloyalty with vengeance.

DENETHOR addresses his meal . . .

                        DENETHOR (cont'd)
                  (reasonable)
             I do not think we should so lightly abandon
             the outer defences; defences that your
             brother long held intact.

                        FARAMIR
             What would you have me do?

                       DENETHOR
             I will not yield the River and Pelennor
             unfought - Osgiliath must be retaken.

                        FARAMIR
             My Lord, Osgiliath is overrun.

                        DENETHOR
             Much must be risked in war. Is there a
             Captain here who still has the courage to
             do his Lord's will?

CLOSE ON: FARAMIR as he finally realises the truth.



                        FARAMIR
                  (quietly)
             You wish now that our places had been
             exchanged, that I had died and Boromir had
             lived?

CLOSE ON: For a brief second, DENETHOR seems to hesitate,
then ...




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                        DENETHOR
                 (coldly)
            Yes, I wish that.

                       FARAMIR
            Since you are robbed of Boromir, I will do
            what I can in his stead.

ANGLE ON: FARAMIR bows low to DENETHOR, then turns to leave,
stops, turns back ...

                       FARAMIR (cont'd)
            If I should return ... think better of me,.
            father.

                       DENETHOR
            That will depend on the manner of your
            return.

DENETHOR continues with his meal. FARAMIR exits.

                                                             CUT TO:

EXT. CIRITH UNGOL LEDGE - DAWN

AERIAL SHOT: . . . HIGH above MINAS MORGUL, on the SMALL LEDGE
next to the STAIRS, LIE the FIGURES of FRODO, SAM and GOLLUM.

SAM watches a sleeping GOLLUM suspiciously as he desperately
tries to stay awake. SLOWLY, INEVITABLY, SAM, falls asleep.

CLOSE ON: GOLLUM'S EYES SNAP OPEN . . . he sits up and quietly
crawls towards SAM'S KNAPSACK.

SAM breathes deeply now, heavily asleep.

GOLLUM grimaces in DISTASTE as he pulls out the LEMBAS BREAD
. .. Quietly he SPRINKLES CRUMBS over the sleeping SAM.

ANGLE ON: GOLLUM as he throws the remaining LEMBAS BREAD over
the cliff.

CLOSE ON: SAM'S EYES flick open . . . GOLLUM spins around,
caught off guard . . .


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                        SAM
             What are you up to? Sneaking off, are we?

                        SMEAGOL
                  (prevaricating)
             Sneaking? Sneaking? Fat Hobbit is always so
             polite. Smeagol shows them secret ways that
             nobody else could find and they say
             "Sneak!", "Sneak!". Very nice friends, oh
             yes, my Precious, very nice.

                        SAM
             Alright, alright - you just startled me is
             all.
                  (peering over the cliff's edge)
             What were you doing?

                          SMEAGOL
                  (sly)
             Sneaking!

Too exhausted to argue, SAM turns away.

                        SAM
             Fine, have it your own way.

SAM gently shakes FRODO'S shoulder. -

                        SAM (cont'd)
             Sorry to wake you, Mr Frodo. We have to be
             moving on.

SAM rummages through his KNAPSACK, looking for a bite to eat.
FRODO sits up slowly.

                        FRODO .
             It's dark still.

                        SAM
             It's always dark here -

CLOSE ON: SAM stops rummaging . . . SHOCK on his face.

                        SAM (cont'd)
             It's gone . . . the Elven bread!

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                       FRODO
                (alarmed)
           What? That's all we have left!

SAM slowly turns to GOLLUM ...

                      SAM
                (dawning realisation)
           He took it! He must have!

                      GOLLUM
                (shocked)
           Smeagol? No, no, not poor Smeagol. Smeagol
           hates nasty Elf bread!

                     SAM
           You're a lying wretch! What did you do with
           it?

                      FRODO
           He doesn't eat it . . . he can't have taken
           it.

CLOSE ON: GOLLUM slaps his hand against SAM'S JACKET . . .
sending LEMBAS CRUMBS RAINING DOWN!

                      GOLLUM
           What's this? Crumbs on his jacketses!
                (fake outrage)
           He took it! He took it! I seen him, he's
           always stuffing himself when Master's not
           looking!

                       SAM
                (angry)
           That's a filthy lie!

SAM is ENRAGED . . . he throws himself at GOLLUM .. punching
him!

                       SAM (cont'd)
                 (yelling)
           You stinking two-faced sneak! Call me a
           thie . . .
               f


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                        FRODO
                 (yelling)
            Sam! Stop it!

FRODO pulls SAM off GOLLUM ...

                        SAM
                 (yelling)
            I'll kill him! I'll kill him!

                        FRODO
            No, Sam!

FRODO COLLAPSES on the GROUND!

CLOSE ON: SAM'S horrified face!

                       SAM
            Alight, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to
            go so far, I was so angry . . . Here, let's
            rest up a bit.

SAM attempts to fuss around FRODO ...

                       FRODO
                  (exhausted)
            I ' m alright.

                      SAM
           No, no, you're not alright! 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 - share the load.

CLOSE ON: A terrible light comes into FRODO'S eyes as he
STARES into the EARNEST eyes of SAM.

                       FRODO
           Get away!

FRODO pushes SAM away, clutching at the RING beneath his shirt




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                       SAM
                 (confused)
            I don't want to keep it . . . I just want to
            help!

FRODO rises to his FEET, as if empowered with a frightening
intense ENERGY.

                       GOLLUM
            See! See! He wants it for himself.

                       SAM
                 (beside himself)
            Shut up, you! Go away. Get out of here.

CLOSE ON: FRODO ...

                         FRODO
                  (quietly)
            No, Sam . . . it's you.

SAM stares at FRODO with DISBELIEF.
                                      /

                       FRODO (cont'd)
            I'm sorry, Sam ...

CLOSE ON: TEARS WELL in SAM'S eyes . . .

                       SAM
                 (hopelessly)
            But . . . he's a liar . . . he's poisoned you
            against me.

                       FRODO
            You can't help me anymore.

                       SAM
            You don't mean that.

                       FRODO
                 (eerie calm)
            Go home.

CLOSE ON: TEARS spill down SAM'S cheeks . . . as FRODO TURNS AWAY!


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ANGLE ON: FRODO and GOLLUM leave . . . SAM is in complete
MISERY.

EXT. MINAS TIRITH STREETS - DAY

ANGLE ON: FARAMIR leading a COLUMN of 200 KNIGHTS through the
STREETS towards the CITY GATE ... PEOPLE are rushing forward,
THROWING FLOWERS over the KNIGHTS.

CLOSE ON: GANDALF hurries alongside FARAMIR'S HORSE.

                    GANDALF
          Faramir! Your father's will has turned to
          madness! Do not throw away your life so
          rashly!

                     FARAMIR
               (deadened)
          Where does my allegiance lie if not here?

GANDALF reads the PAIN in FARAMIR'S eyes . . . he calls after
him, trying one more time to stop the YOUNG MAN.

                     GANDALF
          Your father loves you, Faramir!
               (quietly)
          And will remember it before the end.

EXT. MINAS TIRITH BATTLEMENTS - DAY

HIGH ANGLE: FARAMIR leads the 200 MOUNTED KNIGHTS through the
GATES OF MINAS TIRITH and across the PELENNOR FIELDS towards
the RUINS of OSGILIATH.

ANGLE ON: The people of MINAS TIRITH watch from the
BATTLEMENTS.

HIGH WIDE: FARAMIR'S KNIGHTS FAN OUT . . . to form one straight
line of 200 HORSEMEN.

EXT. WEST OSGILIATH - DAY

GOTHMOG and his MEN watch as the KNIGHTS approach.

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INT. TOWER HALL, MINAS TIRITH - DAY

FAST PUSH IN . . . to PIPPIN looking on as DENETHOR eats.

                      DENETHOR
           Can you sing, Master Hobbit?

                      PIPPIN
                (uneasy)
           Well . . . yes, at least, well enough for my
           own people ... but we have no songs for
           great halls and evil times . . . we seldom
           sing of anything more terrible than wind or
           rain.

                      DENETHOR
           And why should your songs be unfit for my
           halls, or for hours such as these. Come -
           sing me a song!

PIPPIN'S simple, clear voice echoes through the VAST HALL.

                      PIPPIN V/0
           Home is behind, the world ahead,
           And there are many paths to tread.
           Through shadow to the edge of night
           Until the stars are all alight.
           Mist and shadow, cloud and shade:
           All shall fade, all shall fade.

                                                    INTERCUT WITH:

EXT. PELENNOR FIELDS/OSGILIATH RUINS - DAY

ANGLE ON: SLOW MOTION . . . TRACKING WITH THE 200 MOUNTED
KNIGHTS.

ANGLE ON: SLOW MOTION . . . GOTHMOG rises amidst the RUINS of
OSGILIATH.

ANGLE ON: SLOW MOTION . . . FARAMIR'S KNIGHTS - 75 yards away -
thundering towards camera.

PULL BACK . . . to GOTHMOG . . . he turns to CAMERA and RAISES
HIS BOW.
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ANGLE ON: SLOW MOTION . . . Behind GOTHMOG - all over the
RUINED CITY - 5000 ORC ARCHERS rise to their feet . . . BLACK
ARROWS already strung on their BOWS!

CLOSE ON: SLOW MOTION . . . FARAMIR YELLING defiantly.

WIDE PROFILE: SLOW MOTION . . . FARAMIR'S 200 KNIGHTS ride
straight into a BLACK WALL of FLYING ARROWS . . .

AS ONE, the HORSES and HORSEMEN collapse into a CARTWHEELING,
TUMBLING HEAP . . . within seconds all are MOTIONLESS.

CLOSE ON: NORMAL SPEED . . . FAST CUTS of SCREAMING ORCS . . .

INT. TOWER HALL, MINAS TIRITH - DAY

THROUGHOUT the above sequence DENETHOR has continued to EAT.

ANGLE ON: PIPPIN finishes his bittersweet song . . . he looks
up at DENETHOR who continues as if he has not sent his son to
his death.

ANGLE ON: PIPPIN turns away, his SORROW etched on his YOUNG
FACE ...

EXT. MINAS TIRITH COURTYARD - DAY

GANDALF sits quietly in a COURTYARD, alone, defeated.

EXT. OSGILIATH BRIDGE - DAY

GREAT SIEGE TOWERS and CATAPULTS are ROLL along the REPARIED
BRIDGE which spans both sides of OSGILIATH ... They head
straight towards MINAS TIRITH ...

EX. DUNHARROW ENCAMPMENT - DUSK

ANGLES ON: ARAGORN, THEODEN, EOMER, MERRY, LEGOLAS and GIMLI
GALLOP into a VAST CAMP beneath the COVER OF TREES ...
TEEMING with MEN, HORSES and TENTS.

ANGLE ON: THEODEN acknowledges GRIMBOLD, a MARSHALL OF ROHAN,
as he passes by a GROUP of SOLDIERS.



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                        THEODEN
             Grimbold, how many?

                        GRIMBOLD
             I bring five hundred men from the Westfold,
             my Lord.

                        ROHAN MARSHALL (0.S.)
             We have three hundred more from Fenmarch,
             Theoden, King.

THEODEN smiles grimly as he rides on.

                        DENETHOR
                  (quietly)
             Where are the riders from Snowbourne?

                        GAMLING ( O . S . )
             None have come, My Lord.

EXT. DUNHARROW PLATEAU - DUSK

ARAGORN joins THEODEN on a BLUFF overlooking the ENCAMPMENT
BELOW ...

CAMERA CRANES to REVEAL: THOUSANDS of MEN and HORSES! Smoke
from many small CAMP-FIRES has filled the VALLEY with a
TWILIGHT HAZE.

                         THEODEN
                  (quietly)
             Six thousand spears . . . less than half of
             what I had hoped for . . .

ANGLE ON: ARAGORN turns to THEODEN ...

                       ARAGORN
             Six thousand will not be enough to break
             the lines of Mordor.

                     THEODEN
          More will come.




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                       ARAGORN  ;
             Every hour lost hastens Condor's defeat. We
             have till dawn. Then we must ride.

CLOSE ON: THEODEN realising what ARAGORN is saying - no
matter the numbers he must commit to war by the morning.
THEODEN nods.

The HORSES whinny loudly in the distance ... THEODEN looks up
at the MOUNTAIN which looms behind them . . .

EXT. DUNHARROW PLATEAU - DUSK

ANGLE ON: HORSES rearing in terror as ROHAN SOLDIERS try to
quieten them ...

ANGLE ON: LEGOLAS and GIMLI move through the CAMP . . .

CLOSE ON: LEGOLAS looking at a group of ROHAN SOLDIERS . . .
they sit quiet and hunched ... no-one speaking ...

LEGOLAS looking toward EOMER who is unsaddling his HORSE ...

                        LEGOLAS
                  (uneasy)
             The horses are restless . . . And the men are -;.
             quiet ..?

                          EOMER
             They grow nervous in the shadow of the
             mountain . . .

GIMLI'S eyes travel to a ROW of ANCIENT STANDING STONES that
mark the ENTRANCE to a ROAD leading away from the ENCAMPMENT
and INTO the MOUNTAIN.

                       GIMLI
             That road there - where does that lead?

                       LEGOLAS
             It is the road to the Dimholt ... The door
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                         EOMER
             None who venture there ever return.
                  (under his breath)
             That mountain is evil . . .

ANGLE ON: ARAGORN stands before the road as though transfixed
... before him a HORSE whinnies and pulls at his ropes
nervously . . .

ARAGORN POV: A GHOSTLY FIGURE seems to emerge from the gloom
... ARAGORN starts in fright as . . .

                        GIMLI O.S
             Aragorn!

ANGLE ON: ARAGORN stares down at the LITTLE DWARF . . .

                        GIMLI
             Let's find some food.

ARAGORN casts another look back at the ANCIENT STANDING
STONES before following GIMLI.

EXT. DUNHARROW PLATEAU - DUSK

ANGLE ON: All is quiet in the ENCAMPMENT...

INT. EOWYN'S TENT, DUNHARROW - NIGHT

ANGLE ON: EOWYN kneels before MERRY, adjusting his HELMET
STRAP.

                        EOWYN
             There! A true Esquire of Rohan.

MERRY exhales - excited and terrified in equal measure. In
his EXCITEMENT, he draws his SWORD ...

EOWYN steps back, laughing ...

                        MERRY
             Sorry. It isn't all that dangerous.
                  (despondent)
             It isn't even sharp.


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                       EOWYN
             Well, that's no good. You won't kill many
             Ores with a blunt blade. Come on.

EXT. DUNHARROW PLATEAU - NIGHT

As EOWYN and MERRY leave the tent, EOMER and GAMLING are
sitting nearby, finishing a meal ... EOWYN ushers MERRY off.

                        EOWYN
             To the Smithy .- go!

MERRY hurries off . . . EOMER watches the YOUNG HOBBIT leave.

                        EOMER
             You should not encourage him.

                        EOWYN
             And you should not doubt him.

                        EOMER
             I do not doubt his heart ... Only the reach
             of his arm.

CLOSE ON: GAMLING stifles a laugh . . . EOWYN turns on both of
te .. .
 hm .

                        EOWYN
             Why should Merry be left behind? He has as
             much cause to go to war as you.
                  (to herself)
             Why can he not fight for those he loves?

ANGLE ON: At the PLATEAU edge, a GUARD looks down the STEEP
PRECIPICE as a HORSE and RIDER move along the RIDGE ...

EXT. DUNHARROW TRACK - NIGHT

ANGLES ON: The HOODED FIGURE slowly RIDES up the NARROW ZIG-
ZAG TRACK leading up to the PLATEAU ...

INT. ARAGORN'S TENT, DUNHARROW - NIGHT

ANGLE ON: ARAGORN tosses in his SLEEP, disturbed by images
and voices . . .
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                        GANDALF V/0
             Look to the Black Ships . . .

In ARAGORN'S dream ARWEN suddenly WAKES ...

                        ARWEN V/0
             I choose a mortal life . . . I wish I could
             have seen him, one last time ...

As ARWEN lies dying, the EVENSTAR falls from her fingers ...
At that moment, ARAGORN wakes, his SWORD quickly in his HAND
. . . A GUARD stands in the DOORWAY ...

                        GUARD
             King Theoden awaits you, my Lord.

EXT. DUNHARROW PLATEAU - NIGHT

ARAGORN hurries towards THEODEN'S TENT ...

INT. THEODEN'S TENT, DUNHARROW PLATEAU - NIGHT

ANGLE ON:- THEODEN looks up as ARAGORN enters.

                       THEODEN
             I take my leave.

ANGLE ON: THEODEN bows slightly to the HOODED FIGURE and
LEAVES, shooting ARAGORN a strange look as he goes ...

CLOSE ON: The FIGURE stands and pulls back the HOOD . . . to
reveal ... ELROND.

                    ARAGORN
          My Lord, Elrond.

                       ELROND
             I come on behalf of one whom I love.

ELROND'S face is ETCHED with PAIN ...

                    ELROND (cont'd)
          Arwen is dying.

ANGLE ON: ARAGORN receiving this news ... ASHEN-FACED.
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                        ARAGORN
             She stayed?

                       ELROND
             She will not long survive the evil that now
             spreads from Mordor.

ELROND'S eyes fall to the EVENSTAR which hangs around
ARAGORN'S neck . . .

                        ELROND (cont'd)
             The light of the Evenstar is failing. As
             Sauron's power grows, her strength wanes.
             Arwen's life is now tied to the fate of the
             Ring. The Shadow is upon us, Aragorn, the
             end has come.

                       ARAGORN
             It will not be our end, but his.

                         ELROND
             You ride to war, but not to victory.
             Sauron's armies march on Minas Tirith -
             this you know - but in secret he sends
             another force which will attack from the
             river . . .

CLOSE ON: ARAGORN looks at ELROND in shock.

                       ELROND (cont'd)
             A fleet of Corsair ships sails from the
             South.

FLASH INSERT: A FLEET of BLACK SAILS moving along a SILVER
RIBBON of WATER .

                        ELROND (cont'd)
             They will be in the city in two days . . .
             You're out-numbered, Aragorn. You need more
             men.

                        ARAGORN
             There are none.

ELROND hesitates a BEAT ...

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                      ELROND
                (quietly)
           There are those who dwell in the mountain.

A SUDDEN WIND rushes through the TENT, lifting HANGINGS,
scattering MAPS, knocking over GOBLETS . . .

As ARAGORN looks at ELROND, an IMAGE FLASHES in his MIND'S
EYE . . . The GHOSTLY FIGURE on the DIMHOLT ROAD . . .

ARAGORN looks at ELROND in shock . . .

                    ARAGORN
          Murderers, traitors - you would call upon
          them to fight? They believe in nothing.
          They answer to no-one.

                     ELROND
          They will answer to the King of Condor.

ARAGORN' S eyes fall to a PLAIN BLACK SCABBARD, which ELROND
draws from beneath his robes.

CLOSE ON: ELROND' S long white fingers draw the hilt of a
SWORD from the scabbard to reveal . . . a ELVEN SWORD glints in
the firelight!

                     ELROND (cont'd)
          Anduril, flame of the West . . . forged from
          the shards of Narsil.

ARAGORN takes the sword . . . staring at it in wonder.

                        ARAGORN
          Sauron will not have forgotten the sword of
          Elendil . . .

ARAGORN draws the long blade from its sheath . . .

                     A RAG OR N (c on t' d)
          . . . the blade that was broken shall return
          to Minas Tirith.




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                      ELROND
            The man who can wield the power of this
            sword can summon to him an army more deadly
            than any that walks this earth.

ELROND stares hard at ARAGORN . . .

                      ELROND (cont'd)
            Put aside the Ranger - become who you were
            born to be - take the Dimhplt Road.

A HEAVY SILENCE hangs in the room.

                         ELROND (cont'd)
                  (ELVISH: with subtitles)
            Onen i-estel Edain.
         /, ,-, ARAGORN
                 (ELVISH: with subtitles)
            U-chebin estel anim.
            I keep none for myself.

ANGLE ON: ARAGORN re-sheathes the SWORD.

EXT. DUNHARROW PLATEAU - NIGHT

ANGLE ON: As ARAGORN readies BREGO for leaving EOWYN
approaches ... her temper barely held in check.

                       EOWYN
            Why are you doing this?

ARAGORN looks over his shoulder at her . . .

                      EOWYN (cont'd)
            The war lies to.the East. You cannot leave
            on the eve of battle. You cannot abandon  ;
            the men.

                          ARAGORN
            Eowyn . . .

                   · EOWYN
            We need you here - ,
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ARAGORN rounds on her ...

                       ARAGORN
             Why have you come?

                        EOWYN
                  (hesitant)
             Do you not know?

ARAGORN looks at her sadly, not wanting to hurt her.

                        ARAGORN
                  (gentle)
             It is but a shadow and a thought that you
             love . . . I cannot give you what you seek.

EOWYN steps back at though STRUCK . . . she watches stricken as
ARAGORN leaves . . .

EXT. DUNHARROW PLATEAU'- NIGHT

ANGLE ON: ARAGORN leads his horse through the TENTS towards
the DIMHOLT ROAD.

A LIGHT FLARES ahead.of him . . .

ANGLE ON: A SHORT FIGURE steps out of the SHADOWS . . . PIPE in
hand.

                        GIMLI
             And just where do you think you're off to?

ARAGORN looks at GIMLI - GRATEFUL for his COURAGE but
determined to go ALONE.

                        ARAGORN
             Not this time ... This time you must stay,
             my friend.

                        LEGOLAS O.S
             Have you learnt nothing of the stubbornness
             of Dwarves?

ANGLE ON: ARAGORN looks at LEGOLAS as he appears, leading his
HORSE - already SADDLED.
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GIMLI steps closer to ARAGORN.

                        GIMLI
             You might as well accept it - we're going
             with you, laddie.

ARAGORN shakes his head, smiling his acceptance.

ANGLE ON: ARAGORN, LEGOLAS and GIMLI as they slowly ride
towards the BACK of the PLATEAU . . . Past the ANCIENT
STANDING STONES that lead to the NARROW PASS.

EXT. DUNHARROW PLATEAU - NIGHT

ANGLE ON: THEODEN and GAMLING watch the RETREATING FIGURES of
ARAGORN, LEGOLAS and GIMLI ... ROHAN SOLDIERS emerge from
their tents, crestfallen to see ARAGORN leave.

ARAGORN, LEGOLAS and GIMLI disappear into the SHADOWS of the
MOUNTAINS. The ROHAN SOLDIERS murmur among themselves,
"What's happening?", "Where's he going?"

                    GAMLING
          Lord Aragorn!

                    ROHAN SOLDIER O.S.
          Why does he leave on the eve of battle?

                    GAMLING
          He leaves because there is no hope.

CLOSE ON: THEODEN as he moves forward.

                    THEODEN
          He leaves because he must.

                     GAMLING
          Too few have come. We cannot defeat the
          armies of Mordor.

                      THEODEN
          No, we cannot . . .
               (surveying his frightened Men)
          But we will meet them in battle,
          nonetheless.

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EXT. THEODEN'S TENT, DUNHARROW PLATEAU - DAWN

ANGLE ON: THEODEN looks at EOWYN who stands as if turned to
stone ... she is looking up at a LIGHTENING SKY ... The QUIET
before the MEN depart for WAR . . .

                      THEODEN
                (gentle)
           I have left instruction: the people are to
           follow your rule in my stead ... take up my
           seat in the Golden Hall ... long may you
           defend Edoras if the battle goes ill.

ANGLE ON: EOWYN turns to the KING ... her FACE a BLANK ...
She speaks without emotion.

                      EOWYN
           What other duty would you have me do, my
           Lord?

THEODEN moves towards her, taking up her HAND . . .

                     THEODEN
               (quiet)
           Duty? ... No, I would have you smile again -
           not grieve for those whose time has come.

EOWYN slowly lifts her head . . .

                     THEODEN (cont'd)
           You shall live to see these days renewed.

CLOSE ON: THEODEN lifts EOWYN faces to look into her EYES . . .

                     THEODEN (cont'd)
               (whisper)
          No more despair.

EXT. DIMHOLT ROAD - DAY

ANGLE ON: ARAGORN, LEGOLAS and GIMLI make their way up a.
GLOOMY CANYON, shadowed by BLACK FIR TREES. The shadowed
ridges of the DWIMORBERG MOUNTAIN rise BEFORE THEM.

It is a SPOOKY PLACE.
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                        GIMLI
             What kind of an army would linger in such a
             place?

                       LEGOLAS
             One that is cursed ... Long ago the Men of
             the Mountain swore an oath to the last King
             of Condor - to come to his aid, to fight,
             but when the time came, when Condor's need
             was dire, they fled ... Vanishing into the
             darkness of the mountain ... And so Isildur
             cursed them - never to rest until they had
             fulfilled their pledge.

SILENCE surrounds them, there are no birds, no wind. Only the
OMINOUSLY MUFFLED THUD of their horses hooves on the dank FIR-
NEEDLES. '

EXT. DIMHOLT GLEN - DAY

ANGLE ON: Before them, at the ROOT OF THE MOUNTAIN, a SHEER
WALL of ROCK towers . . .

                     GIMLI
               (terrified whisper)
          The very warmth of my blood seems stolen
          away.

Within the walls, a creepy DARK DOOR gapes like a mouth of
night. SIGNS and FIGURES are carved above its WIDE ARCH.

                     LEGOLAS
               (translating)
          The way is shut. It was made by those who
          are dead, and the Dead keep it. The way is
          shut.

AT THAT MOMENT: A CHILL WIND seems to rush out of the DOORWAY
. . . ARAGORN stares into the BLACKNESS, his HAIR BLOWING
WILDLY. The HORSES REAR and'BUCK'in terror, turning and
GALLOPING AWAY.

                       ARAGORN
          Brego!


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The three HORSES DISAPPEAR ... ARAGORN turns resolutely
towards the DOORWAY . . .

                       ARAGORN (cont'd)
                 (steely resolve)
             I do not fear death ...

ANGLE ON: ARAGORN WALKING into the BLACKNESS.

LEGOLAS quickly follows . . . swallowed by the DARKNESS.

CLOSE ON: GIMLI left ALONE . . . He hesitates, struggling with hi
FEAR.

                         GIMLI
             Well, this is a thing unheard of ... An Elf
             will go underground when a Dwarf dare not.
                  (gritting his teeth)
             Oh! I ' d never hear the end of it!

GIMLI plunges into the TUNNEL behind the OTHERS!

EXT. DUNHARROW ENCAMPMENT - DAWN

MUCH ACTIVITY ... HORNS SOUND ... the ENTIRE CAMP is on the
MOVE ... fires are DOUSED, TENTS pulled down, HORSES saddled.

EXT. DUNHARROW PLATEAU - DAWN

ANGLE ON: THEODEN strides through the CAMP, EOMER at his SIDE.

                     THEODEN
          We must ride light and swift. It's a long
          road ahead ... and man and beast must reach
          the end with the strength to fight.

ANGLE ON: MERRY . . . preparing a LITTLE PONY with a SADDLE and
SUPPLIES. He is wearing an OVERSIZED HELMET and ROHIRRIM
CLOTHING . . . he looks at once NERVOUS and EXCITED.

KING THEODEN breaks away from a COLUMN and rides up to MERRY.




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                         THEODEN (cont'd)
                  (gently)
             Little Hobbits do not belong in war, Master
             Meriadoc!

                       MERRY
             All my friends have gone to battle. I would
             be ashamed to be left behind!

                        THEODEN
             It is a three day gallop to Minas Tirith.
             None of my Riders can bear you as a burden.

                         MERRY
             But . . . I want to fight!

                        THEODEN
             I will say no more.

KING THEODEN wheels his HORSE away . . .

MERRY is bitterly DISAPPOINTED. He stands, head down - a TINY
DEJECTED FIGURE - as the MIGHTY ROHIRRIM on their LARGE
HORSES ride by . . . a jangling sea of HELMETS, SHIELDS and
BANNERS.

SUDDENLY . . . MERRY is plucked off the ground! A SOLDIER has
snatched him by the collar ... and plonked him down on their
SADDLE!

CLOSE ON: MERRY twists around, looking up at the SOLDIER . . .
Beneath a HELMET and MAIL HOOD is . . .

. . . EOWYN, disguised as a MAN!

                       EOWYN
                (grimly)
           Ride with me.

                         MERRY
           My Lady!

CLOSE ON: MERRY'S face visible under the CAPE . . . looking
EXCITED!


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