The Lord of the Rings Page #7

in which this wanderer chooses to return.

It is I who counsel the King now.

He hears you no longer.

No, Grima Wormtongue.

He hears nothing but your voice

telling him that he rules here...

...only because Saruman

is kind to old men...

...and that the best thing for a sickly,

feeble king...

...is to let Wizards and Orcs

do as they will in Rohan.

I am my own man, Gandalf...

...as I was.

It is true that...

...Grima advises me often

to leave Aruman in peace...

Hear, my Lord, you tire yourself.

You are still unwell.

And he does remind me

that it would be safest for Rohan...

...to seek their friendship...

...no matter how I may feel!

Dear Lord, let me deal with

these troublesome guests.

How long has it been, Grima Wormtongue?

How long since Saruman bought you?

For I saw you at Isengard.

Did I not counsel your doorkeeper

to forbid his staff?

Down, snake.

Down on your belly.

Grima is often...

...at Isengard.

I sent him there with messages.

And he returns with poison...

...Aruman's poison in your ears, Theoden.

Chilling your heart, making you old.

Take courage, Lord of Rohan!

Grima...

...is this so?

I will not harm you, Grima.

Is it so?

Let him go!

My sister-daughter, Eowyn.

My only loyal kin...

...since her brother has disobeyed

my commands.

Wormtongue's command, Theoden.

If Eomer had not defied him,

their cause might be already lost.

Tell me, Gandalf...

...what I must do now.

We cannot wait here for Saruman's attack.

Every man that can ride

must be sent immediately...

...to the old fortress of Helm's Deep.

When Saruman learns

that we have gone there...

...and he will...

...we will have the Riders of Rohan.

I will find Eomer and his Riders.

My armor!

Look for me at Helm's Deep.

That's all, Theoden.

And he's gone again...

...like a wind in the grass.

Stormcrow.

- Aragorn?

- My Lord?

Is there any hope for us?

Sam, you simpleminded...

You fell asleep.

Mr. Frodo, he's gone.

- Smeagol?

- He's gone. I didn't mean to sleep.

Well, he'll come back.

Promise will hold him a while yet.

He won't leave his precious, anyway.

Are we rested?

Ready to go on?

Nice Hobbitses.

Trust Smeagol now?

Stop!

Shivery light.

Nasty.

Look!

Wraiths!

Wraiths on wings!

The precious is calling them!

Gollum, wait, Mr. Frodo can't keep up!

Slow down, I tell you.

No time, no time.

The precious is heavy, yes.

Very heavy, Smeagol knows.

If it's too heavy for nice Master...

...little Smeagol will carry it.

Smeagol doesn't mind.

Give it to Smeagol.

Do not say that again.

Do not think it.

Before you touched the precious again,

Smeagol...

...I would put it on and have you

leap off a cliff, or into a fire...

...and you would do it, Smeagol.

Nice, Master.

Gollum!

Smeagol promised.

Yes, we promised to save our precious,

never to let him have it...

...but it's going to him...

...my precious is nearer every step.

I can't help it.

Smeagol promised to help nice Hobbit.

He took cruel rope off our leg.

He speaks nicely to me.

He's a Baggins, my precious.

A Baggins stoled it.

We hates Bagginses.

Must have the precious. Must have it.

We wants it.

But there's two of them.

Yes.

We needs help, precious.

She might help, yes.

She might help us...

...but Smeagol promised nice Hobbit.

Nice Hobbit.

Hey, you...

...what are you pawing at him for?

Where've you been anyway,

sneaking off and sneaking back?

"Sneaking?"

Hobbit's always so polite, yes.

Tired, thirsty Smeagol, he finds

a secret way through the mountain...

...a tunnel with no Orcses anywhere,

and they say "sneak."

"Sneak?"

Well, you startled me. I'm sorry.

Hello, Smeagol.

- Where have you been?

- Sneaking!

I like this place.

There is good rock here.

This country has tough bones.

Up on the ridge! They're coming!

There they are!

Fire of Isengard!

We're breached! Retreat to the caves!

The caves!

Theoden King.

I will not end here...

...taken like an old badger in a trap.

When dawn comes...

...I will bid men sound Helm's horn...

...and I will ride forth.

Will you ride with me then,

son of Arathorn?

At least, we may make such an end...

...as will be worth a song.

I will ride with you.

We're there, Sam.

Another day, maybe two.

When light comes tomorrow,

the mountains will be near.

Well, it's a good thing, Mr. Frodo,

because we're running awful low on food.

I reckon we've got enough left

to see us to this Mount Doom.

After that...

...I don't know.

Samwise Gamgee.

My dearest Hobbit...

...friend of friends...

..."after that," if the Ring goes

into the fire, and we are at hand?

"After that," dear Sam.

I wouldn't worry.

Just to get there.

Just to get there.

The Ring is so heavy now, Sam.

We must go.

Mustn't rest here, silly Hobbits.

Orcs find us. Ring wraiths find us.

Must go on to safe, secret place.

Smeagol's secret way!

The straight stair...

...and the winding stair.

Up, up...

...through black, sharp mountains.

Follow good Smeagol.

Straight stair, winding stair?

What comes after that?

We shall see, yes...

...we shall see.

Gandalf!

The forces of darkness were driven

forever from the face of Middle-earth...

...by the valiant friends of Frodo.

As their gallant battle ended...

...so too ends the first great tale of...

...The Lord of the Rings.

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