The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring Page #14

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EXT. WEATHERTOP HOLLOW -- DUSK

ANGLE ON:

FRODO, MERRY, AND PIPPIN collapse into a small hollow,

halfway up Weathertop...they are muddy and exhausted. Stider

drops 4 small swords at the Hobbits feet.

SARUMAN:

There are for you. Keep them close. I'm

going to have a look around. Stay here.

CUT TO:

EXT. WEATHERTOP HOLLOW -- NIGHT

Close on:
Frodo...eyes flickering open. He suddenly sits up,

sniffing the air. Sam, Merry, and Pippin huddled over a small

fire... Sausages and bacon sizzle in a hot frying pan.

FRODO:

What are you doing?

MERRY:

Tomatoes, sausages, and crispy bacon.

(CONTINUED)

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CONTINUED:

SAM:

We saved some for you, Mr. Frodo.

FRODO:

Put it out, you fools! Put it out! Frodo

desperately kicks dirt on the fire!

PIPPIN:

Oh, that's nice...ash on my tomatoes!

A SUDDEN SHREIK!

ANGLE ON:

FIVE RINGWRAITHS ON FOOT, running up the steep slope

unnaturally fast.

FRODO:

Go! !

Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin clamber desperately towards the

summit, clutching their swords.

CUT TO:

EXT. WEATHERTOP SUMMIT -- NIGHT

Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin race into a RING OF BROKEN

STONES on the summit or Weathertop...the ruined base of an

ancient tower. The hobbits stand back-to-back in the centre

of the Ring, waiting for the first assault... One by one, the

5 Ringwraiths appear...brandishing Gleaming swords, they move

slowly towards the hobbits. In the center is their

leader...the WITCH KING!

SAM:

Back, you devils!

Sam rushes forward with a cry. He swings his sword at the

Witch King, who blocks the blow with his own sword. Sam's

blade shatters...the WITCH KING lashes out with his fist,

sending Sam flying. Merry and Pippin, overcome with terror,

throw themselves flat on the ground. THE RINGWRAITHS close in

on Frodo...a Venomous whisper dances in his head...

Frodo shuts his eyes and staggers back, desperately resisting

the WRAITH'S WHISPERINGS... slow motion as his hand goes into

his pocket and pulls out the ring. The 5 Ringwraiths utter a

chilling SCREECH OF EXCITEMENT. Frodo is unable to resist any

longer, falls to his knees and slips on the ring. He

disappears.

(CONTINUED)

56.

CONTINUED:

SAM (CONT'D)

No!

IN THE TWILIGHT WORLD:

ANGLE ON:

Frodo finds himself in the weird twilight world...he looks

upon the Ringwraiths, now visible in their TRUE APPEARANCE:

Five Ghouls dressed in long Grey robes, with white hair, and

Pallid, ruthless faces. THE WITCH KING extends a haggard hand

towards Frodo, reaching for the ring on his finger. Frodo's

trembling hand extends forward as if by the pull of the

ring...he slides to the ground, unable to pull his hand away.

The witch king snarls and springs forward. He stabs at Frodo

with a wicked dagger! Frodo winces as the tip of the dagger

sinks into his shoulder. Suddenly, Strider charges at the

RINGWRAITHS, wielding his sword in one hand, a flaming torch

in the other. He moves in slow motion, visible through a sea

of mist. Frodo sinks to the ground. Behind him is a faint

image of a Ringwraith fleeing, his head engulfed in flames.

With draining strength, Frodo manages to pull the ring off

his finger...

IN THE REAL WORLD:

...Appearing back in the real world, Sam rushes over to him.

SAM (CONT'D)

(horrified)

Frodo!

Another Ringwraith is burning and screaming...others screech

fearfully at the flames, turn and flee form the Weathertop

summit.

SAM (CONT'D)

(panicked)

Mr. Frodo!!

Strider kneels before Frodo. He snatches up the Witch King's

Dagger from the ground, staring gravely at the long, thin,

blade.

SAM (CONT'D)

Help him, Strider!

STRIDER:

(grim)

He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade. The

Morgul Blade suddenly melts...vanishing

into the air like smoke. Strider throws

the hilt down in disgust...

(CONTINUED)

57.

CONTINUED:
(2)

SAM:

Do something.

STRIDER:

This is beyond my skill to heal.

(urgently)

He needs Elvish medicine. Strider lifts

Frodo onto his shoulders.

EXT. WEATHERHILLS -- NIGHT

Strider is jogging grimly, carrying an ailing Frodo on his

back. Sam, Merry, and Pippin are running to keep up. The

hobbits are carrying Flaming torches for protection.

STRIDER:

Hurry!

SAM:

We are six days from Rivendell. Frodo

groans.

STRIDER:

Hold on, Frodo.

SAM:

He'll never make it! Close on:

Frodo...head lolling about, barely

conscious.

FRODO:

(fevered calling)

Gandalf...Gandalf?

EXT. ISENGARD -- NIGHT

Low angle...looking up at ORTHANC...the tower of Isengard,

gleaming in the moonlight. The camera rises to reveal the

once beautiful gardens are not a pitted wasteland...with

smoke and fire billowing out

of numerous tunnels and vent holes that litter the forecourt

of ORTHANC. Strange guttural chants echo up from deep

underground. The camera is rising...a small moth flutters

into shot...and leads the camera towards the summit or

Orthanc. Gandalf lies slumped against the wall at the very

top of Orthanc, surrounded by a sheer 500 foot drop. He

looks Weak and Frail...and is seemingly asleep. The MOTH

flutters close to Gandalf. His hand suddenly moves at

lighting speed and SNATCHES THE MOTH. Gandalf brings his hand

close to his face and opens it. The moth sits on the palm of

his hand as Gandalf mutter strange words in a foreign tongue.

Close on:
THE MOTH'S face... seemingly listening.

(CONTINUED)

58.

CONTINUED:

It suddenly flutters away. CAMERA FOLLOWS the moth off the

Orthanc summit, but drops past the moth...falling down, down,

towards the pitted wasteland, straight into a fiery red

tunnel!

INT. CAVERNS BELOW ISENGARD -- NIGHT

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