Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
[The Rohirrim have stopped by a lake. Éomer rides in to report to the king.]
Éomer: "The scouts report Minas Tirith is surrounded. The lower level's in flames. Everywhere legions of the enemy advance."
Théoden: "Time is against us."
Éowyn: "Take heart Merry. It will soon be over."
Merry: "My lady, you are fair and brave and have much to live for, and many who love you. I know it is too late to turn aside."
Merry: "I know there is not much point now in hoping. If I were a knight of Rohan capable of great deeds… but I'm not. I'm a Hobbit. And I know I can't save Middle-Earth."
Merry: "I just want to help my friends. Frodo. Sam. Pippin. More than anything… I wish I could see them again."
Éomer: "Prepare to move out!"
Theoden: "Make haste! We ride through the night."
[Éowyn and Merry don their helmets.]
Éowyn: "To battle."
Merry: "To battle."
[Fighting continues at Minas Tirith. The battering ram Grond pulls up to the outer city gates. Trolls pull back the ram and let it slam into the gate.]
Orcs: "Grond! Grond!"
[Orcs exchange volleys with archers above the gate. Gandalf, again mounted on Shadowfax, rallies the soldiers to the gate.]
Gandalf: "Back to the gate! Hurry!"
[Above, Pippin looks down at the battle.]
[Denethor marches across the citadel courtyard. He is followed by guards carrying Faramir's litter.]
Denethor: "I am steward of the House of Anárion. Thus have I walked. And thus now will I sleep."
Denethor: "Gondor is lost. There is no hope for Men."
[As Denethor passes, a flower on the White Tree is shown.]
[The procession travels the Silent Street.]
Denethor: "Why do the fools fly? Better to die sooner than late. For die we must."
[Denethor throws open a door to the mausoleum.]
Denethor: "No tomb for Denethor and Faramir. No long, slow sleep of death embalmed. We shall burn like the heathen kings of old!"
[Denethor stops at a large raised platform.]
Denethor: "Bring wood and oil!"
[Grond pounds the city gates. Gandalf and a group of soldiers wait inside.]
Gandalf: "Steady! Steady!"
[Grond breaks through the top of the gate. The soldiers murmur in despair.]
Gandalf: "You are soldiers of Gondor! No matter what comes through that gate, you will stand your ground!"
[The gate breaks and crumbles. Heavily armed and armored trolls jog through the gates.]
Gandalf: "Volley! Fire!"
[A few trolls are brought down, but several soldiers are killed. The Gondorians are pushed back.]
[Frodo comes within sight of the Tower of Cirith Ungol.]
[Shelob silently crawls across the rocks overhead.]
[Frodo turns around at the sign of falling rocks, but sees nothing.]
[As he turns back towards the tower, Shelob stabs Frodo with her stinger.]
[Frodo groans, froths at the mouth, and passes out.]
[Shelob grabs the limp hobbit and wraps him into a cocoon.]
[Sam approaches the great spider. He holds Sting in one hand and the Phial of Galadriel in the other.]
Sam: "Let him go, you filth!"
Sam: "Let him go! You will not touch him again! Come on and finish it!"
[Shelob hisses and attacks Sam. They fight over the rocky terrain.]
[Sam loses the phial.]
[The fight continues.]
[Sam swipes at the spider, but loses his sword.]
[Sam retrieves Sting and stabs Shelob with it.]
[Shelob writhes in pain, possibly fatally struck. Sam picks up the Phial and uses it to drive Shelob back to her lair.]
Sam: "Ha! Back!"
[After Shelob retreats, Sam runs to Frodo, still wrapped in the cocoon.]
Sam: "Mister Frodo!"
[Sam tears the spider web from Frodo's face. Frodo is pale and does not move or breathe.]
Sam: "Oh, no! Frodo! Mister Frodo! Wake up! Don't leave me here alone! Don't go where I can't follow. Wake up! You're not asleep… dead!"
[Sam holds Frodo and cries.]