The Return of the King Page #3

Frodo can't be far away.

An Orc! They're not all dead!

Kill him! Bone him! Boil him!

There's a sweet one for you!

Split him in two!

Can't let him have the Ring!

No!

What the blazes made him do that?

Come back here!

No!

The great Elf warrior is loose! Stop.

Stop, or I'll skin you alive!

Mercy!

I'll think about it!

I have some questions, filthy one.

Yes? I'll tell you anything.

The Hobbit, Frodo, is he still alive?

If anything still lives here, he does.

What happened here?

Why all this carnage?

Our captains made battle

and ordered us to fight also.

What was in contest?

The Hobbit's pretty coat...

...when he reveals its hiding place.

You killed each other

for that blasted cloak?

Well, I have it! Not Frodo.

You?

You're just a Hobbit.

- Give me the coat.

- Get back!

This must be the top.

Anything above?

Yes.

There is something!

Frodo!

Stop that, you pig!

Frodo.

Dear master. Frodo.

You live.

You live!

- Am I still dreaming?

- No dream, master.

It's real. I've come.

Sam. Dear Sam.

I feel like a child at rest.

When night fears are driven away.

By some loved voice.

Come, Mr. Frodo.

I still must get you out of this place.

Please, dear master, wake up.

They hovered over me.

Gloating, fingering their knives.

The whips, their claws, their eyes...

Don't think about it.

Let me help you to your feet.

Oh, dear. The quest.

The quest has failed.

Failed? No, sir.

Yes. The Ring is gone, dear Sam.

Even if we could get out of here,

we can't escape.

For evil is everywhere.

And only Elves can escape Middle-earth.

They board the white ships

at the Gray Havens...

...and sail off to the lands beyond.

Don't even think of passing on!

The quest has not failed, master!

You don't understand.

The Orcs took everything!

Not everything. Look.

You've got it? You've got it here?

You must have lost it in the struggle.

I found it.

Samwise, you are a marvel!

I'll keep it 'round my neck...

...for it's too heavy

for you to bear in your condition.

Give it to me at once! You can't have it!

All right, Mr. Frodo. Here it is.

"Beware the power

is a power never known

"Beware the power that was simple

now has grown

"Beware"

You filthy, slimy thief!

- I have the power now.

- Master, no.

Don't say such things. Please don't.

It's the Ring.

Sam. What have I said?

What have I done? Forgive me.

I'd forgotten its malevolent trickery.

I'm fine now. Fine. Sam, forgive me.

I must carry the burden to the end.

It can't be altered.

You can't come between...

...me and this doom.

As you wish, master.

I also have found Sting.

Might I keep it with me a little longer?

I have the strength to use it.

And you, with your wound and all...

Yes, of course, dear Sam.

And your cloak which I wear.

In a pocket I found this.

It has powers.

It got me past the Watchers. What is it?

The Phial of Galadriel! I can say no more.

If I betray the trust and give the secret,

its powers will die.

- I understand.

- But now we must get out of here quickly.

I know the chain mail's heavy for you.

But we may need it.

And I can't leave anything behind,

so I'll wear the Orc garb over my own.

Don't we make a fine, matching pair.

Now, off to Mount Doom.

Hope you've made inquiries

about inns along the road?

- Inns, master?

- For food and drink.

Only the best for two fine Orcs.

There's nothing, master,

and you know it well.

Save for the few crumbs of cake

and drops of water left in my pack.

Courage, Sam. That's enough to start on.

The food we might manage,

but the water's going to be bad business.

We'll make it.

But we'd best start,

or a whole lake of it won't do us any good!

No, I'm all right. It's the mail.

I'll get used to it. Come.

I'm going to faint, Sam.

I don't know what's come over me.

It's that invisible gate.

There's some devilry there.

But I got through once.

Now for it!

It's still there!

This is not working.

They were expecting it!

Their will is strong.

It needs helping.

We've broken the Watchers' will!

We've still a chance, Samwise.

There's still a chance to destroy the Ring.

- A Black Rider. The Nazgul.

- Run, Mr. Frodo.

Not that way! There's a drop, follow me.

Careful, Mr. Frodo.

I can't. Not another step.

We must keep going, master.

The Nazgul is in charge of the Tower now!

A Black Rider is not

so easy to fool as the Orcs.

Just give me a moment.

Begging your pardon, sir,

but there's no time.

Listen as the foul flying demon...

...gives alarm

to the whole Vale of Gorgoroth!

He's rallying the dark forces

to defend the Tower.

Soon they'll be upon us.

We've got to get away and hide!

Yes, of course, dear Sam.

Listen.

We'd best get across the bridge,

while we've still time.

If Sauron himself was to offer me

a glass of water, I'd shake his hand.

Don't say such things.

It only makes it worse.

Sam.

A spot of dizziness there. I'm sorry.

'Tis a long time, Mr. Frodo,

since I had a proper sleep.

Come, Sam, we shall support each other.

It's no good, Sam.

I can't manage

the weight of this mail shirt.

It's of no use anyway.

We shall never get through by fighting.

We may have some to do.

We won't take on armies.

Who knows

what's down here in this canyon...

...slithering behind the rocks?

No, Sam, it must go.

What about that Gollum creature,

for instance?

The Gollum isn't dead,

and he's still after that ring!

I'd hate to think of you

with naught but a bit of leather...

...between you and a stab in the dark.

This hellish Mordor.

First it sears you, then it freezes you.

Mr. Frodo...

...maybe we could rest just a little.

My eyes are fair closing by themselves.

Not here.

I didn't want to say anything...

...but there's a black rider,

a Nazgul, over us.

I can feel it. We must keep moving.

Only a little more

to climb out of the canyon.

Then we'll take a look...

...and see what the Vale of Gorgoroth

holds for us.

I told you, you'd see it, Mr. Frodo.

Just look at it.

God help us.

Behold Gorgoroth!

I don't like the looks of things at all.

Pretty hopeless, I call it.

Yes. And these dark armies

are not only of Orcs.

There are Men, too!

We just can't cross all that open country

crawling with enemies.

Still, Sam, we shall have to try.

It's no worse than I expected.

I never hoped to get across...

...but I've got to do the best I can.

I think we can make it

to the next boulder, master.

No one is about.

Blasted moonlight.

Traveling by night's

almost as bad as by day.

Come now, sir. I'll help.

Got to rest.

If you please, sir. Me too.

Just for a few minutes.

"Where there's a whip

"There's a way

"Where there's a whip

"There's a way

"Where there's a whip

"We don't want to go to war today

"But the Lord of the Lash says,

'Nay, nay, nay'

"We're gonna march all day

"Where there's a whip, there's a way

"Where there's a whip

"There's a way

"Where there's a whip

"There's a way

"Where there's a whip, there's a way

"Left, right, left, right, left

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