The Return of the King Page #4
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"Where there's a whip, there's a way
"Left, right
"A crack on the back says,
'we're gonna fight'
"We're gonna march all day and night
"And more
"For we're the slaves
of the Dark Lord's war
"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'
"Where there's a whip, there's a way
"Left, right, left, right"
Mr. Frodo.
- What is it?
- Now we've gone and done it.
Slept through till daylight.
With only this fool rock between us
and them armies.
Look out.
What have we here? Two deserters?
Up with you! Get in line!
We're in luck.
- He thinks we're Orcs.
- Luck?
Good sir, we're gonna be marching
with the whole blinking army...
...back to Cirith Ungol
where we started from!
Come on, you slugs!
"Where's there's a whip
"We don't wanna go to war today
"But the Lord of the Lash says,
'Nay, nay, nay'
"Where there's a whip, there's a way"
I can't continue.
I'd rather be singing
a good old Hobbit song myself.
At least they gave us
provisions for our packs.
But Orc food is enough
to turn a rodent sick.
Samwise, we have got to break ranks.
Not while old whipper there is watching.
Don't worry, master.
The opportunity will come.
Halt.
What do you mean, "halt"?
I have a battalion of Men
to move across your road.
Well I've got a battalion of Orcs
to move across yours.
You wait!
Men come before Orcs. Get back.
I think this is it! You stay right here, sir.
You going to stand for that, sir?
Get back in line!
You mean you're going to let a pack
of filthy Man-creatures go before us?
And you call yourself an Orc?
You're right.
Kill them, bone them, cut them to bits!
Smash them, bash them!
Skin them alive!
Not an inch.
Not an inch further can I move.
Come, Mr. Frodo.
One more crawl and then you can lie still.
A bit further.
This way, sir.
No use. Going to die. Can't see a thing.
Mr. Frodo.
Don't die, Mr. Frodo.
You can't die. Please, master.
If any power of good can hear us
in this accursed land...
...give us help.
Help us.
Power of good?
Indeed, was there none left
in all Middle-earth...
...with strength to aid our dying cause?
At that moment, the forces of darkness
made ready to break the main gate...
...with a mighty battering ram
which they had named Grond.
Long had it been forging
in the dark smithies of Mordor...
...and on it spells of ruin lay.
- The gate will never stand up to that thing!
- Like the arm of the devil himself!
When the gates break
Have my steed, Shadowfax, made ready!
- Farewell, Pippin.
- I go with you, sir.
Then we leave this life together.
Come, little one.
On, Shadowfax!
The Lord of the Nazgul...
...Sauron's second-in-command.
A creature of the super-natural...
...and so no living Man could hinder him...
...nor bring him harm in any way.
He was invulnerable!
Go back to the abyss prepared for you!
Go back! Fall to the nothingness
that awaits you and your master. Go!
Old fool!
This is my hour.
Do you not know Death when you see it?
Die now and curse in vain!
And, as from some courtyard of the city,
a cock crowed...
...recking nothing of wizardry or war...
...welcoming only the morning...
...that in the sky far above
the shadows of death...
...was coming with the dawn.
For as if in answer there came
from far away, another note.
Horns! Horns! Horns!
Over the fields of Pelennor,
they echoed from the distance.
Great horns in the north, wildly blowing.
Theoden and the rescuing arms of Rohan
had come at last.
Ride now.
Ride now, to Gondor.
Victory was slipping
from the grasp of evil...
...even as he stretched
out his hand to seize it.
And the strength of goodness
began to be felt once more...
...throughout the lands.
Had a prayer been answered?
Water. Give me water.
Master! Thank heaven!
Here, not too much now.
Not all at once.
He's weakening.
I feel it. Sauron is weakening.
But he is still in command.
His arm is long, and it wields great power.
No, master. You must rest.
I must still destroy the Ring.
I've more of a chance now...
...but there's still such a long way to go.
That's tomorrow, Mr. Frodo, tomorrow.
on the fields of Pelennor...
...the carnage continuing endlessly
through the days and nights...
in the hands of Frodo and Samwise...
...and the terrible weight
they bore closer and closer...
...to the destruction,
which was our only hope.
And finally, almost dead...
...without fully realizing
they had reached the roots...
...of the accursed Mount Doom.
Come, Sam. Dear Sam.
For the rest of the way we shall crawl.
And so foot by foot...
...like small gray insects...
...they crept up the slope...
...ever closer to that which lay
inside the mountain...
...the fire, and the Cracks of Doom.
"Doom
"The Cracks of Doom
"The chambers of fire
"The fires of doom"
Who causes the minutes to fall dead...
...adding up to no passing hour...
...bringing no change from day to night...
...as the unseen sun fails to filter
into the ever-present shadows?
Who is this dark lord who turns
starless nights into sunless days?
How does his piercing eye
see through the ever-present darkness?
Seeing all and nothing.
The Restless Eye, in his dark tower...
...wearing a veil of protective shadow
he has woven from fear.
And yet he fears, too.
In the security of his protective realm...
...he fears the winds of the world
Tearing aside his veils and troubling him...
...with tidings of bold spies
that have passed through his fences.
"Doom
"The Cracks of Doom
"The chambers of fire
"The fires of doom"
- Did you see when the clouds parted?
- Yes.
He's spotted us!
It's all up, or will soon be.
This is the end of ends!
Still have a chance.
Bless you, sir, for your bravery!
Give me the strength.
I ask you:
Give me the strength to try once more.
Wicked master.
- God help us.
- Gollum.
He mustn't go that way!
He mustn't hurt Precious.
Away, you scum.
What do you want of us?
Give it to Gollum, yes, give it to us!
Give it to us!
My Precious, my ring.
Soon it will be mine...
...all mine!
Precious, my Precious.
Precious.
Precious is mine.
You foul, reeking scum!
I'll kill you!
I can't strike! I may hit Mr. Frodo.
Let me get hold of the Ring.
"The bearer of the Ring
"The wearer of the Ring
"Stands on the very brink of fate
"Staring into eyes of darkness and despair
"That rise and shrink with hate"
Be gone and trouble me no more!
If you touch me ever again...
...you shall be cast, yourself,
into the Fire of Doom.
Look out! He'll spring again.
Quick, master, no time to lose.
Go on! I'll deal with him!
Now I can deal with you!
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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