The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers Page #7

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[Pippin undoes his belt and Grishnákh

is left holding it.]

MERRY:

Run!

ARAGORN:

The tracks lead away from the battle...

[They break into a run and then stop]

into Fangorn Forest.

[The Three looks up into a dense and

dark forest]

GIMLI:

Fangorn. What madness drove them in

there?

[Scene moves from the trackers into

the nighttime chase of Merry and Pippin.

The hobbits run into the Fangorn, seeking

to lose the pursuing Orc. They collapse

onto the ground, out of breath.]

PIPPIN:

Did we lose him? [Looks around] I think

we lost him.

[Suddenly, Grishnákh appears from behind

the trees, brandishing a blade.]

GRISHNÁKH

I’m gonna rip out your filthy little

innards! Come here!

[Merry and Pippin run and hide behind

a tree.]

MERRY:

Trees! Climb a tree!

[Pippin and Merry quickly scramble up

a tree each.]

MERRY:

[Looks around and then sighs in relief.]

He's gone.

[Suddenly, Merry is pulled by his legs

and falls to the ground. Grishnákh leans

over him with his menacing blade. Merry

tries to kick him off but to no avail.]

PIPPIN:

Merry!

[Pippin looks down in horror but as

he turns his head, he spots a pair of

gleaming yellow eyes blinking in the

tree he’s clinging to. The tree starts

to move and groan.]

TREEBEARD:

Hooooo...

PIPPIN:

Argh!!

[Pippin loses his grip in fright and

grabs at the air futilely as he falls.

The tree catches him before he hits

the ground.]

GRISHNÁKH

Let’s put a maggot-hole in your belly.

[Suddenly he senses something behind

him and as he looks up, the tree stomps

and squashes him onto the forest floor.]

PIPPIN:

Run, Merry!

[Merry tries to run away but is scooped

by the tree.]

TREEBEARD:

[Looks at the creatures in his hands]

Little Orcs! Burárum...

PIPPIN:

It’s talking, Merry. The tree is talking!

TREEBEARD:

Tree?! I am no tree. I am an Ent. [Stomps

slowly through the forest.]

MERRY:

A treeherder! A shepherd of the forest.

PIPPIN:

Don’t talk to it, Merry. Don’t encourage

it.

TREEBEARD:

Treebeard, some call me.

PIPPIN:

And whose side are you on?

TREEBEARD:

Side? I am on nobody’s side because

nobody’s on my side, little Orc. Nobody

cares for the woods anymore.

MERRY:

We’re not Orcs. We’re Hobbits!

TREEBEARD:

Hobbits? Never heard of a hobbit before.

Sounds like Orc mischief to me! [Tightens

his hold on the hobbits and squeezes

them. Merry and Pippin whimpers in pain]

They come with fire, they come with

axes. Gnawing, biting, breaking, hacking,

burning! Destroyers and usurpers, curse

them!

MERRY:

No, you don’t understand. We’re Hobbits...

Halflings! Shirefolk!

TREEBEARD:

Maybe you are and maybe you aren’t.

The White Wizard will know.

PIPPIN:

The White Wizard?

MERRY:

Saruman.

[Treebeard drops them on the ground

and the hobbits look up at the White

Wizard.]

[Following Gollum, Frodo and Sam reach

the end of Emyn Muil and see that Mordor

is now closer.]

GOLLUM:

See, see, we have led you out! Hurry

hobbitses hurry. Very lucky we find

you.

[Gollum jumps on a rock. Frodo walks

past, Gollum shrinks as Sam draws near.]

GOLLUM:

Nice hobbit. [Leaps after Frodo, putting

a wide berth between him and Sam.]

[Sam’s foot slipped into muck.]

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