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."

[Horns blow.]

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.]