Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

[People gather outside the Golden Hall.]

Háma: "By order of the King, the city must empty. We make for the refuge of Helm's Deep. Do not burden yourself with treasures. Take only what provisions you need."

Gimli: "Helm's Deep! They flee to the mountains when they should stand and fight. Who will defend them if not their king?"

[They enter the stables.]

Aragorn: "He is only doing what he thinks is best for his people. Helm's Deep has saved them in the past."

Gandalf: "There is no way out than that of ravine. Théoden is walking into a trap. He thinks he is leading them to safety, but what he'll get is a massacre."

Gandalf: "Théoden has a strong hold but I fear for him. I fear for the survival of Rohan."

Gandalf: "He will need you before the end, Aragorn. The people of Rohan will need you. The defenses have to hold."

Aragorn: "They will hold."

[Gandalf turns to Shadowfax.]

Gandalf: "The Grey Pilgrim. That is what they used to call me. Three hundred lives of men I've walked this earth and now, I have no time."

Gandalf: "Good luck. My search will not be in vain."

Gandalf: "Look to my coming, at first light, on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the East."

Aragorn: "Go."

[Shadowfax sprints out of the stable.]

[In the stables, a horse rears. Two men with ropes try to control him.]

[Aragorn approaches.]

Rohan man: "That horse is half mad, my lord. There's nothing you can do. Leave him."

[Aragorn speaks to the horse in Rohirric and Elvish. He takes one of the ropes and it stops rearing. One of the men leaves. Aragorn unties it from the bridle. He continues speaking softly and the horse becomes gentle. The other man leaves.]

Aragorn: "Fæste, stille nú, fæste, stille nú. Lac is drefed, gefrægon." (Fast, quiet now, fast, quiet now. A battle is stirred up, they heard.)

Aragorn: "Hwæt nemnað ðe?" (What is your name?)

Èowyn: "His name is Brego. He was my cousin's horse."

Aragorn: "Brego? Ðin nama is cynglic." (Brego? Your name is kingly.)

Aragorn: "Man le trasta, Brego?" (What troubles you, Brego?)

Aragorn: "Man cenich?" (What did you see?)

Èowyn: "I've heard of the magic of Elves, but I did not look for it in a Ranger from the North. You speak as one of their own."

Aragorn: "I was raised in Rivendell, for a time."

Aragorn: "Turn this fellow free. He has seen enough of war."

[Gríma rides up to Isengard. Inside Orthanc, Saruman listens.]

Saruman: "Gandalf the White. Gandalf the fool! Does he seek to humble me with his newfound piety?"

Gríma: "There were three who followed the wizard. An Elf, a Dwarf and a Man."

Saruman: (Sniffs.) "You stink of horse. The man, was he from Gondor?"

Gríma: "No, from the North. One of the Dúnedain Rangers I thought he was."

Gríma: "His cloth was spoor. And yet he bore a strange ring. Two serpents with emerald eyes. One devouring, the other crowned with golden flowers."

[Saruman flips through a book to an illustration of this ring.]

Saruman: "The Ring of Barahir. So Gandalf Greyhame thinks he's found Isildur's heir, the lost King of Gondor. He is a fool. The line was broken years ago."

[He snaps the book shut.]

Saruman: "It matters not. The world of Men shall fall. It will begin at Edoras."

[Refugees begin streaming out of Edoras. Inside Théoden's chamber, the king prepares to leave.]

Théoden: "I am ready, Gamling. Bring my horse."

[Gamling turns to leave, but is stopped by Théoden.]

Théoden: "This is not a defeat. We will return."

[Gamling leaves, leaving the king to himself.]

Théoden: "We will return."

[Inside the hall, Èowyn opens a chest and takes out a sword.]

[She practices with it and swings around. Aragorn blocks her swing.]

Aragorn: "You have some skill with a blade."

[Èowyn frees her sword from Aragorn's.]

[Aragorn lowers his blade in respect.]

Èowyn: "Women of this country learned long ago that those without swords may still die upon them."

Èowyn: "I fear neither death nor pain."

Aragorn: "What do you fear my lady?"

Èowyn: "A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them. And all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire."

Aragorn: "You are a daughter of kings. A shieldmaiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate."

[The people of Rohan are heading towards Helm's Deep.]

[Théoden turns and takes one last look at Edoras.]

[At Isengard, Gríma talks with Saruman.]

Gríma: "Théoden will not stay at Edoras. It is vulnerable, he knows this. He will expect an attack on the city. They will flee to Helm's Deep, the great fortress of Rohan."

Gríma: "It is a dangerous road, take through the mountains. It will be slow."

Gríma: "They will have women and children with them."

[Saruman walks through the depths of Isengard.]

Saruman: "Send out your Warg riders."

[An Orc captain smiles menacingly. Shadows from wild beasts are shown behind him.]