The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers Page #5

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[Uruk-hai and Orcs continue to march

across the plains with their hobbit

captives, with Aragorn, Legolas, and

Gimli hot on their pursuits.]

GIMLI:

Keep breathing! That’s the key! Breathe!

Ho!

LEGOLAS:

They’ve run as if the very whips of

their masters were behind them.

[They continue running over vast distances.

The Uruk-hai and Orcs halt at nightfall,

many panting with exertion.]

MORDOR ORC:

We’re not going no further till we’ve

had a breather!

UGLÚK

Get a fire going!

[As the Orcs and Uruk-hai take their

rest, Pippin crawls over towards Merry.]

PIPPIN:

Merry! Merry!

MERRY:

[opens his eyes] I think... we might

have made a mistake leaving the Shire,

Pippin.

[A group of Orcs chops down the trees

nearby for firewood. Low groans and

rumbles start to emerge from the forest.]

PIPPIN:

What’s making that noise?

MERRY:

[looks towards the forest] It’s the

trees.

PIPPIN:

What?

MERRY:

Do you remember the Old Forest? On the

borders of Buckland? Folk used to say

that there was something in the water

that made the trees grow tall... and

come alive.

PIPPIN:

Alive?

MERRY:

Trees that could whisper. Talk to each

other. Even move.

MAÚHUR

I'm starving. We ain't 'ad nothin' but

maggoty bread for three stinkin' days!

SNAGA:

Yeah. Why can’t we have some meat? [His

eyes rest on the hobbits.] What about

them? They’re fresh.

UGLÚK

They are not for eating!

GRISHNÁKH

What about their legs? They don't need

those. Ooh… They look tasty!

UGLÚK

[Shoves at the Orcs] Get back, scum!

[The other Orcs are getting restless.]

MORDOR ORC:

Carve them up!

SNAGA:

[Moves towards the hobbits with his

blade drawn] Just a mouth full.

UGLÚK

No!

[Pippin and Merry recoil in fright.

Uglúk jumps on the Orc and cuts off

his head, which bounces off the hobbit's

shoulders.]

UGLÚK

Looks like meat’s back on the menu,

boys!!

[The Uruk-hai and Orcs cheer and started

tearing into the fresh meat, intestines

flying, taking their eyes off the hobbits

for a while.]

MERRY:

Pippin, let’s go.

[Their hands still bound, the hobbits

try to crawl away. Suddenly a foot comes

down on Merry and Pippin is turned onto

his back.]

GRISHNÁKH

[Brandishing a blade in front of Pippin’s

face] Go on, call for help. Squeal!

No one’s gonna save you now!

[Suddenly, a spear pierces the Orc's

back. Mayhem ensues as Riders of Rohan

burst out from their hiding places and

ambush the Orcs.]

MERRY:

Pippin! [Gestures for them to make their

escape.]

[The hobbits try to escape from the

pandemonium to the forest, dodging bodies

and stomping feet. Suddenly Pippin turns

onto his face and looks up to a pair

of thrashing hooves bearing down on

him.]

PIPPIN:

ARGH!!!

[The Three Hunters are still chasing

after the Uruk-hai. It is dawn.]

LEGOLAS:

[Pauses and looks up] A red sun rises.

Blood has been spilled this night.

[Camera pans over the rock and plains,

alternating between the band of Uruk-hai

and the Three Hunters giving chase.

The trackers hear the sound of horses.

Aragorn and company hide behind some

boulders. A large group of horse-men

appears, galloping quickly with their

banners flying. Aragorn comes out of

hiding as they pass, followed by Legolas

and Gimli.]

ARAGORN:

Riders of Rohan, what news from the

Mark?

[At a signal from Éomer at the lead,

the riders make a quick turn and head

towards them, surrounding them in ever-tightening

circles. As they stop, they point their

long spears menacingly at them.]

ÉOMER

What business does an Elf, a man and

a Dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak

quickly!

GIMLI:

Give me your name, Horsemaster, and

I shall give you mine.

[Éomer hands his staff to another rider,

and gets off his horse. Aragorn puts

a hand on Gimli’s shoulder.]

ÉOMER

I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if

it stood but a little higher from the

ground.

[Legolas, in a lightning fast move,

points an arrow at Éomer.]

LEGOLAS:

You would die before your stroke fell!

[The riders all point their spears closer

at the travellers. After a tense moment,

Aragorn pushes down Legolas’ arm.]

ARAGORN:

I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This

is Gimli, son of Glóin and Legolas of

the Woodland realm. We are friends of

Rohan and of Théoden, your king.

ÉOMER

Théoden no longer recognizes friend

from foe. [Takes off helmet] Not even

his own kin.

[The spears are withdrawn.]

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