The Lord of the Rings Page #6

Thank goodness for that rope

the Elves gave you.

We'd never have gotten down

that last cliff without it.

There's Mount Doom again, Mr. Frodo.

See it?

What a fix!

The one place

that we don't want to see any closer...

...and that's the one place

we're trying to get to.

We're plain lost, Mr. Frodo.

I'm tired, Sam.

I don't know what's to be done.

We must find a place to camp, I suppose.

Maybe there'll be a path tomorrow.

Cautious, my precious.

Don't turn!

It's him.

That Gollum?

That thing who had Mr. Bilbo's ring?

He's been following us since Moria.

My precious! More haste, less speed.

Well, he'll be sorry he found us again.

Be careful!

He's much more dangerous than he looks.

Where is it, my precious?

It's ours, it is, and we wants it.

Got you, you spying...

Let go, Gollum!

Let go, or I'll cut your throat!

Don't hurt us!

Don't let them hurt us, precious.

Cruel little Hobbitses.

Jumps on us

like cats on poor mices, Gollum.

We'll be nice to them if they'll be nice

to us, won't we, precious?

Pity Mr. Bilbo didn't kill the creature

when he had the chance.

I will not touch him.

Now that I see him, I do pity him.

Yes, Hobbits won't kill us,

not Hobbits, huh?

No, we won't.

But we won't let you go, either.

You will have to come with us

and help us, if you can.

Yes, indeed!

Nice Hobbits!

And where are they going in these cold,

hard lands, we wonder?

We are going to Mordor. You know that.

Lead us to the gates of his land.

No, precious.

Hobbits mustn't go there.

Gollum! Leave us alone!

Gotcha!

I think your rope might prove useful again.

Tie one end to his ankle.

We want him to walk.

Don't hurt us! No!

It burns! It bites!

It freezes!

Take it off us. It hurts us.

Don't you do it!

It hurts us.

What promise can you give me

that I can trust?

Smeagol will be very good.

Smeagol will swear

never to let him have it.

Smeagol will save it.

The precious is before you, Smeagol.

Speak your promise!

We promises, yes, I promise...

...I will serve the master of the precious.

Good master, good Smeagol.

Take the rope off, Sam.

Off we go. Follow Smeagol.

Smeagol knows a secret way, he does,

across the marshes.

Follow Smeagol.

I said, "No shooting."

You're wasting arrows, dunghill swine!

Snaga, Lugdush, stand guard.

Bind their legs.

White-skins break through. Understand?

You and your stinking Wizard.

You got us into this.

When I tell them in Mordor...

They are far, far away.

If stinking Wizard doesn't get you,

the white-skins will.

You won't get it that way.

It isn't easy to find.

Get it? Get what?

Nothing, my precious.

It's no good groping in the dark.

Ugluk will be back any minute.

Nothing for Mordor.

Nothing for poor Grishnakh and Gollum.

- Untie us, my precious.

- I said to be quiet!

Wait. You can't find it without our help.

You help me?

I don't know what to do now.

I don't even know where we are.

You should have studied maps more

and played less in Rivendell.

This is Fangorn Forest.

Then we're no safer

than we were with the Orcs.

We've no blankets and almost no food.

It looks like nothing to eat for 100 miles.

We don't even know

where we're trying to go.

Let's climb up there.

Maybe we can find out

where we are, at least.

It's nice here.

The forest looks so different

in the sunlight.

I know.

It's funny, but, well,

I almost feel I like the place.

Almost felt you liked the forest?

That's uncommonly kind of you.

The Orcs made us run here,

and when we tired...

...they carried us, cut our ropes, ran into

the forest and we came to your hill...

"Hill?"

A hasty word...

...for something that has stood here

since the world was shaped.

You may call me Treebeard.

We thought you were a tree,

standing there.

Not a tree, a tree herder.

Please, Treebeard...

...now that you know our story...

...whose side are you on?

I am not altogether on anybody's side...

...because nobody is altogether on my side.

But I am no friend of these...

...tree-killing Orcs and their masters.

They were here, no doubt of it.

- But where they went?

- I don't understand these other marks.

Look!

Your bow, Legolas! It's Saruman.

Shoot before he puts a spell on us, fast!

Elf...

...Man and Dwarf together?

A rare sight in these times.

Stop him, Legolas!

Gandalf?

Beyond all hope.

Gandalf!

Yes.

That was my name.

But where have you... Gandalf!

What happened?

A long time I fell.

Long I fell and he fell with me.

His fire was about me.

I was burned.

Ever he clutched me, and ever

I hewed him, far under the living earth...

...until at last, he fled back

up the secret ways of Moria.

There we fought,

above the mists of the world...

...and the mountain was wreathed

with lightning.

I threw down my enemy

and his fall broke the mountainside.

Then darkness took me...

...and I wandered far,

on roads that I will not tell.

Naked, I was sent back for a brief time...

...until my task was done.

And it is time I was about it.

You come with me to Edoras, my friends,

to the city of the Riders?

To Edoras, now?

But to leave Merry and Pippin?

They are in no danger, believe me.

The great danger is to Edoras.

Saruman's Orcs will attack there within

two days, and Theoden has need of us.

Theoden has grown old.

He shivers by his fire now...

...and leaves everything in the hands

of his new minister:

Grima Wormtongue.

Those Riders you followed,

who rescued Merry and Pippin...

...they were led by Theoden's nephew,

Eomer.

He is all but an outlaw

in Rohan these days.

He hunts the Orcs

wherever he finds them...

...defying Wormtongue's orders

to let them pass.

So Wormtongue calls him traitor

and renegade...

...and Theoden believes...

Gandalf, the Riders of Rohan

are the bravest fighters I've ever knew...

...but they were never many.

If Saruman strikes now,

he'll overrun Edoras in a single night.

Our time is at hand.

Theoden's hundreds will face

your tens of thousands.

When all of Rohan, your ancient oppressor,

lies vanquished...

...then shall we fly eastward...

...and sweep all of Middle-earth

beneath our feet.

We cannot be defeated!

Halfway between Edoras and Isengard,

there lies a fortress called Helm's Deep.

If we can decoy Saruman's Orcs there...

...the fortress will stop them longer

than the wooden halls of Edoras.

We are buying time, Aragorn.

Time? Time for what?

Perhaps for a miracle.

Perhaps only for Frodo

to get a little further on his way...

...while the armies

that should be hunting for the Ring...

...waste their own time destroying us.

I have returned.

The storm comes swiftly, and it is time

for all friends to gather together.

And do you...

...expect me to welcome you here...

...Master Gandalf?

Troubles follow you like crows.

Why should I welcome you,

Gandalf Stormcrow?

Justly spoken, Lord.

In the east, the Dark Lord is stirring...

...in Lorien, the Sorceress

of the Golden Wood weaves deceit.

And such is the hour

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