Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
[Faramir leads a group of cavalry slowly out of Minas Tirith. Citizens watch on, looking sad. Some throw flowers in the men's path.]
[Gandalf pushes through the crowd.]
Gandalf: "Faramir, Faramir! Your father's will is turned to madness. Do not throw away your life so rashly."
Faramir: "Where does my allegiance lie if not here?"
[Faramir continues on his way.]
Faramir: "This is the city of the Men of Númenor. I will gladly give my life to defend her beauty, her memory, her wisdom."
Gandalf: "Your father loves you, Faramir. He will remember it before the end."
[The cavalry forms a line and heads towards Osgiliath.]
[At Osgiliath, orcs rise to meet the charge.]
[Inside, Denethor eats. Pippin stands nearby.]
Denethor: "Can you sing, Master Hobbit?"
Pippin: "Well, yes. At least, well enough for my own people. But, we have no songs for great halls and… evil times."
Denethor: "And why should your songs be unfit for my halls? Come, sing me a song."
[As Pippin sings, Faramir's men gallop toward Osgiliath, and Denethor eats messily.]
Pippin (singing softly): "Home is behind, the world ahead
and there are many paths to tread."
Pippin: "Through shadow to the edge of night
until the stars are all alight."
Pippin: "Mist and shadow cloud and shade
all shall fade, all shall fade."
[As Pippin's song ends, orc archers appear from within Osgiliath, and fire on Faramir's men.]
[Pippin ends his song, holding back tears.]
[Gandalf sits in an empty courtyard. A bell tolls.]
[Trolls push siege towers across the river bridge at Osgiliath.]
[Théoden and Aragorn ride through the encampment at Dunharrow, surveying Rohan's army.]
Théoden: "Grimbold, how many?"
Grimbold: "I bring five hundred men from the Westfold, my Lord."
Gamling: "We have three hundred more from Fenmarch."
Théoden: "Where are the riders from Snowbourn?"
Gamling: "None have come, my Lord."
[From a small, high encampment, Théoden surveys his army.]
Théoden: "Six thousand spears. Less than half of what I'd hoped for."
Aragorn: "Six thousand will not be enough to break the lines of Mordor."
Théoden: "More will come."
Aragorn: "Every hour lost hastens Gondor's defeat. We have till dawn. Then we must ride."
[Théoden nods. A horse rears.]
Legolas: "The horses are restless, and the men are quiet."
Éomer: "They grow nervous in the shadow of the mountain."
Gimli: "That road there, where does that lead?"
Legolas: "It is the road to the Dimholt; the door under the the mountain."
Éomer: "None who venture there ever return. That mountain is evil."
[Aragorn looks down the path and sees a shadowy profile.]
Gimli: "Aragorn, let's find some food."
[At night, inside a tent, Éowyn helps Merry dress for battle.]
Éowyn: "There. A true esquire of Rohan."
Merry: "I'm ready!"
[Merry draws his sword. Éowyn leans back, startled but amused.]
Merry: "Sorry. It isn't all that dangerous. It's not even sharp."
Éowyn: "Well that's no good. You won't kill many orcs with a blunt blade. Come on! To the smithy, go!"
[Merry exits the tent, taking practice swings. Éowyn follows, laughing. Éomer and Gamling sit nearby, eating.]
Éomer: "You should not encourage him."
Éowyn: "You should not doubt him."
Éomer: "I do not doubt his heart, just the reach of his arm."
Éowyn: "Why should Merry be left behind? He has as much cause go to war as you! Why can he not fight for those he loves?"
[Éomer stands to face his sister.]
Éomer: "You know as little of war as that Hobbit. When the fear takes him, and the blood and the screams and the horror of battle take hold, do you think he would stand and fight?"
Éomer: "He would flee, and he would be right to do so. War is the province of men, Éowyn."