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Re: Longest Thread on Ww?
« Reply #30 on: October 08, 2015, 01:41:31 AM »
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Re: Longest Thread on Ww?
« Reply #31 on: October 08, 2015, 03:19:18 AM »
*scrolls*
*scrolls more*

oh it's over



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Re: Longest Thread on Ww?
« Reply #32 on: October 08, 2015, 09:43:27 AM »
Omg I hate this
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Re: Longest Thread on Ww?
« Reply #33 on: October 08, 2015, 10:10:06 AM »
wHAT

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Re: Longest Thread on Ww?
« Reply #34 on: October 08, 2015, 11:11:40 AM »
At least this is probably the tallest thread now?....



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Re: Longest Thread on Ww?
« Reply #35 on: October 08, 2015, 11:32:07 AM »
what is happening
All is silent in the halls of the dead.
All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead.
Behold the stairways which stand in darkness;  behold the rooms of ruin.
These are the halls of the dead where the spiders spin,
 and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.


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Re: Longest Thread on Ww?
« Reply #36 on: October 08, 2015, 11:35:07 AM »
The Bee Movie is happening.. ;-;



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Re: Longest Thread on Ww?
« Reply #37 on: October 08, 2015, 11:51:52 AM »
I should contribute to making this thread really tall.
All is silent in the halls of the dead.
All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead.
Behold the stairways which stand in darkness;  behold the rooms of ruin.
These are the halls of the dead where the spiders spin,
 and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.


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Re: Longest Thread on Ww?
« Reply #38 on: October 08, 2015, 12:21:16 PM »
tallness optional
but thank you for your post contribution so far :)



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Re: Longest Thread on Ww?
« Reply #39 on: October 08, 2015, 12:35:11 PM »
At least it's not the bee fic tbh

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Re: Longest Thread on Ww?
« Reply #40 on: October 08, 2015, 12:37:21 PM »
BLACK SCREEN

SUPER: New Line Cinema Presents

SUPER: A Wingnut Films Production

BLACK CONTINUES... ELVISH SINGING....A WOMAN'S VOICE IS
whispering, tinged with SADNESS and REGRET:

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.)
              (Elvish: subtitled)
          "I amar prestar sen: han mathon ne nen,
          han mathon ne chae...a han noston ned
          wilith."
              (English:)
          The world is changed: I feel it in the
          water, I feel it in the earth, I smell it
          in the air...Much that once was is lost,
          for none now live who remember it.

SUPER: THE LORD OF THE RINGS

EXT. PROLOGUE -- DAY

IMAGE: FLICKERING FIRELIGHT. The NOLDORIN FORGE in EREGION.
MOLTEN GOLD POURS from the lip of an IRON LADLE.

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.)
          It began with the forging of the Great
          Rings.

IMAGE: THREE RINGS, each set with a single GEM, are received
by the HIGH ELVES-GALADRIEL, GIL-GALAD and CIRDAN.

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          Three were given to the Elves, immortal,
          wisest...fairest of all beings.

IMAGE: SEVEN RINGS held aloft in triumph by the DWARF LORDS.

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          Seven to the Dwarf Lords, great miners
          and craftsmen of the mountain halls.

IMAGE: NINE RINGS clutched tightly by the KINGS OF MEN...as
if holding-close a precious secret.

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          And Nine...nine rings were gifted to the
          race of Men who, above all else, desire
          power.
                    (MORE)



                                                   (CONTINUED)

                                                              2.
CONTINUED:
                    GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          For within these rings was bound the
          strength and will to govern each race.

                                                   FADE TO BLACK

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          But they were all of them deceived.

FADE UP: An ancient PARCHMENT MAP of MIDDLE EARTH...moving
slowly across the MAP as if drawn by an unseen force the
CAMERA closes in on a PLACE NAME...MORDOR.

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          ...for another ring was made.

TEASING SHOTS: SAURON forging the ONE RING in the CHAMBERS of
SAMMATH NAUR.

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          In the land of Mordor, in the fires of
          Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged
          in secret a Master Ring to control all
          others.


IMAGE: The ONE RING reflecting FIERY LAVA!   FIRE WRITING
emerges on the plain BAND OF GOLD.

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          ...and into this Ring he poured his
          cruelty, his malice and his will to
          dominate all life.

IMAGE: THE ONE RING falls through SPACE and into flames...

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          One Ring to rule them all...

IMAGE: A GREAT SHADOW falls across the MAP...closing in
around the realm of GONDOR...

IMAGE: SCREAMING VILLAGERS, MEN, WOMEN, AND CHILDREN, RUN

from their homes, pursued by ARMIES OF HIDEOUS ORCS.

                    GALADRIEL
          One by one the Free lands of Middle earth
          fell to the power of the ring.

                                                   FADE TO BLACK

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          But there were some...who resisted.


                                                    (CONTINUED)

                                                              3.
CONTINUED:


FADE UP: ISILDUR, son of the KING OF GONDOR, leads an ARMY
ACROSS the PLAINS OF DAGORLAD...

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          A last alliance of Men and Elves marched
          against the armies of Mordor.

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          On the slopes of Mount Doom they fought
          for the freedom of Middle- Earth.

TEASING SHOTS: THE BATTLE OF DAGORLAD...THE ELF LORD, ELROND,

commands rank after rank of ELVEN ARCHERS...ORCS RETREATING
before the ARMY of the LAST ALLIANCE...ELENDIL holds aloft
the great sword....NARSIL!

                    GALADRIEL
          Victory was near!

IMAGES: THE HUGE, DARK FIGURE OF SARURON, bearing the ONE
RING on his finger, looms over the field of battle...

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          But the power of the Ring could not be
          undone.

IMAGE: SAURON lays waste to the armies of the LAST ALLIANCE.
With desperate courage, ELENDIL leads a charge...THE BLACK
MACE OF SAURON LASHES OUT!! IMAGE: ELENDIL'S body falls like
a crumpled rag doll... IMAGE: ISILDUR cradles the body of his
father in his arms. The SHADOW OF SAURON falls over him...

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          It was in this moment..when all hope had
          faded, that Isildur, son of the king,
          took up his father's sword.

ISILDUR snatches up the BROKEN BLADE OF NARSIL..The BLADE
severs SAURON'S FINGERS... AND THE ONE RING FLIES from his
body.

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          Sauron, the enemy of the Free Peoples of
          Middle Earth, was defeated. SAURON'S
          ARMOR clatters to the ground. His body

GONE....VAPORIZED! CLOSE ON: ISILDUR picks up the SEVERED
FINGER and removes the ONE RING...transfixed!

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          The Ring passed to Isildur...who had this
          one chance to destroy evil forever.

                                                    (CONTINUED)

                                                                 4.
CONTINUED:


IMAGE: GLADDEN FIELD...ISILDUR leads a small column of men
through DARKENING WOODS...the ONE RING glinting on a CHAIN
around his neck.

                      GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
            But the hearts of Men are easily
            corrupted. And the Ring of Power has a
            will of its own.

SUDDENLY!    ARROWS FLY!   They are ambushed by ORCS...ISILDUR
SCREAMS!

                                                     FADE TO BLACK

FADE UP: ISILDUR MATERIALIZES UNDER WATER...as THE RING slips
slowly from his finger. Ripples of LIGHT play across
ISILDUR'S PALE FACE...he is DEAD.

                      GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
            It betrayed Isildur to his death.

IMAGE: THE RING falls through the MURKY WATERS of the RIVER
ANDUIN.

                      GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
            And some things that should not have been
            forgotten...were lost.

                                                     FADE TO BLACK

                      GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
            History became legend...legend became
            myth.

FADE UP: The waters of the ANDUIN RIVER lie dark and
undisturbed.

                      GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
            And for two and a half thousand years the
            Ring passed out of all knowledge.

IMAGE: SILT SWIRLS...A THIN WHITE HAND reaches
down...grasping the RING...

                      GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
            Until, when chance came, it ensnared a
            new bearer!

IMAGE: THE THIN WHITE HAND opens to reveal one ring.

                      GOLLUM (V.O.)
            My Precious...

                                                                5.



IMAGE: MIST SHROUDED MOUNTAINS...

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.)
          The Ring came to the creature Gollum, who
          took it deep into the tunnels of the
          Misty Mountains.

IMAGE: THE GLOOM of a MOUNTAIN CAVERN..a MURKY POOL of
WATER...in the DARKNESS the SHADOWY OUTLINE of an EMACIATED
FIGURE.

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          And there, it consumed him. A RASPY VOICE
          mutters in the half light...

                    GOLLUM
          It came to me. My own.     My love...
              (ecstatic whisper)
          My preciousness.

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.)
          The Ring brought to Gollum unnatural long
          life. For five hundred years it poisoned
          his mind. And in the gloom of Gollum's
          cave...

                                                     FADE TO BLACK

                       GALADRIEL (V.O.)   (CONT'D)
          It waited.

FADE UP: Bathed in COLD MOONLIGHT, the WORLD lies DARK and
STILL...the unsettled quiet before the storm...

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          Darkness crept back into the forests of
          the world. Rumor grew of a Shadow in the
          East...whispers of a nameless fear. And
          the Ring of Power perceived...its time
          had now come. It abandoned Gollum.

SLOW MOTION: unseen by its KEEPER..THE RING falls to the
MUDDY FLOOR of a MOUNTAIN TUNNEL...

                    GALADRIEL (V.O.) (CONT'D)
          But something happened then the Ring did
          not intend...

                                                     FADE TO BLACK

IMAGE: FUMBLING in the dark, a SMALL HAND closes over the

                                                                 6.



RING.

                      GALADRIEL
            It was picked up by the most unlikely
            creature imaginable...

                      BILBO
                (to himself)
            What's this?

A YOUNGISH LOOKING BILBO BAGGINS peers down at what lies in
his hand...PERPLEXED by what he has found.

                      GALADRIEL (V.O.)
            A Hobbit....Bilbo Baggins of the Shire.

                      BILBO
                (surprised)
            A Ring.

SUDDENLY!   A VOICE SCREAMS...ITS ANGUISH RINGING through the

COLD, DANK TUNNELS...

                       GOLLUM (V.O.)
            Lost!   Lost! My Precious is lost!!

Frightened Bilbo quickly POCKETS the ONE RING and hurries on.

                                                      DISSOLVE TO:

WIDE ON: THE CAMERA SOARS AWAY FROM THE MOUNTAINS.      MOVING

FASTER AND FASTER...THEIR DARK GREEN FORESTS AND JAGGED

WHITE PEAKS RECEDING INTO THE SHROUD OF MIST

                      GALADRIEL (V.O.)
            For the time will soon come when Hobbits
            will shape the fortunes of all.

                                                    FADE TO BLACK

                                                          FADE IN:

EXT. HOBBITON WOODS -- DAY

ANGLE ON: TWO HOBBIT FEET

resting on a small rock...rising out of the LONG, OVERGROWN
GRASSES SUPER: THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING SUPER: THE
SHIRE....60 YEARS LATER CAMERA TRACKS TO: a Figure lies
beneath the dappled sunlight of an old tree.

                                                      (CONTINUED)

                                                              7.
CONTINUED:

White flowers are scattered among the Well seeded grasses.
An idyllic setting at the end of a long hot summer... the
figure is reading a book. ON THE SOUNDTRACK: In the distance,
growing louder..over the Gentle clip clop of an approaching
cart and horse can be heard the HUMMING OF A DEEP VOICE to
the tune of "The Road Goes Ever On and On..."

SUDDENLY! The figure in the grass sits up...looking straight
at camera is a handsome young HOBBIT, with dark curly hair
and deep blue eyes. This is FRODO BAGGINS...his EYES alight
with EXCITEMENT! Tossing away the long stem of grass in his
mouth, Frodo runs off.

                                                         CUT TO:

EXT. SHIRE LANE -- DAY

The cart rattles along a leafy lane, driven by a stooped
figure in Grey.

INTERCUT WITH; SHOTS OF FRODO RUNNING... CAREERING DOWN A

HILL. . .JUMPING OVER LOGS... DODGING TREE BRANCHES.

                                                       ANGLE ON:

The shambling OLD PONY snorts and rears as... SUDDENLY FRODO
appears on a bank above the cart.

                    FRODO
          You're late.

CLOSE ON: GANDALF glowers at the young Hobbit...

                    GANDALF
          A Wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins,
          nor is he early. He arrives precisely
          when he means to.

They look at each other a moment..then both start laughing as
FRODO'S face breaks into a smile and he leaps on to the front
seat of the cart.

                    FRODO
          It's wonderful to see you, Gandalf!

Next to Gandalf, we see how small Hobbits are...Frodo is 3
foot 6 inches tall.

                    GANDALF
          You didn't think I'd miss your Uncle
          Bilbo's birthday?

                                                         CUT TO:

                                                              8.



EXT. HOBBITON FIELDS -- DAY

Wide on: The cart rattles past a FIELD LUPIN being tended by

HOBBITS.

                     FRODO
           What news of the outside world? Tell me
           everything!

                                                       ANGLE ON:

Gandalf looks down at Frodo, a twinkle in his eye.

                     GANDALF
           What, everything? Far too eager and
           curious for a Hobbit. Most unnatural...

Wide on: The cart rattles over a Stone bridge towards a Busy
Hobbit Marketplace.

                      GANDALF (V.O.) (CONT'D)
           Well, what can I tell you? Life in the
           wide world goes on much as if it has past
           age. Full of its own comings and goings,
           scarcely even aware of the existence of
           Hobbits...

Close on: Gandalf as he surveys the peaceful scene before
him.

                     GANDALF (CONT'D)
           ...for which I am very thankful.

                                                       ANGLE ON:

Hobbits look up exclaiming in wonder and excitement as the
cart bearing Gandalf and Frodo rolls past the Green Dragon
Inn...towards... Wide on: The party field. Where scOrcs of
Hobbits are busy preparing for the big night.

                     GANDALF (CONT'D)
           Ah, the long expected party. So, how is
           the old rascal? I hear it's going to be
           a Party of Special Magnificence.

                     FRODO
           You know Bilbo...he's got he whole place
           in an uproar.

                     GANDALF
           Oh, well...that should please him.


                                                     (CONTINUED)

                                                              9.
CONTINUED:


                    FRODO
          Half the Shire's been invited...

                    GANDALF
          Good gracious, me.

                    FRODO
          He's up to something.

                    GANDALF
          Oh, really?

Frodo shoots a knowing look, as Gandalf averts his eyes.

                    FRODO
          Alright then..keep your secrets. Before
          you came along we Bagginses were very
          well thought of.

                       GANDALF
          Indeed?

                    FRODO
          Never had any adventures or did anything
          unexpected.

                    GANDALF
          If you're referring to the incident with
          the Dragon...I was barely involved...all
          I did was give your Uncle a little nudge
          out the door.

                    FRODO
          Whatever you did...you've been officially
          labelled as a Disturber of the Peace.

                    GANDALF
          Oh, really?

                                                       ANGLE ON:

ODO PROUDFOOT looks up as the Cart passes by, deeply
suspicious.

                                                         CUT TO:

EXT. HOBBITON -- DAY

                                                       CRANE UP:

As the cart rattles into the small village of Hobbiton...a
quaint rustic settlement, nestled amongst rolling green hills
and large trees.

                                                    (CONTINUED)

                                                           10.
CONTINUED:

The Hobbits live in Hobbit Holes: neat burrows dug into the
grassy hillside, with round doors and cute front gardens.

                                                     ANGLE ON:

Excited children, chasing after the cart.

                                                     CLOSE ON:

Gandalf ignOrcs the children's cries. The children stand
deflated, watching Gandalf disappear up the lane. At that
moment: spinning balls of bright color suddenly leap out of
the cart, fizzing over the heads of the delighted children.

                                                     ANGLE ON:

Gandalf smiling to himself, well pleased with his joke. ODO
PROUDFOOT is unable to suppress a chuckle. Frodo stands up in
the cart as Gandalf reigns in the horse.

                    FRODO
          Gandalf... I'm glad you're back. Frodo
          leaps expertly from the cart. Gandalf
          smiles.

                    GANDALF
          So am I, dear boy...so am I

                                                       CUT TO:

EXT. BAG END -- DAY

Wide on: GANDALF'S CART pulls up outside the gate to BAG
END...a particularly fine example of a Hobbit hole, with a
large round front door set into a grassy hillside. There is
a sign on the gate which reads: "NO ADMITTANCE EXCEPT ON
PARTY BUSINESS." Gandalf strides up to the garden path of Bag
End. He raises his staff and raps on the front door...a
voice calls out:

                     BILBO (O.S.)
          No, thank you! We don't want any more
          visitors, well wishers, or distant
          relations.

                    GANDALF
          And what about very old friends?

Suddenly the door opens and BILBO BAGGINS stands before him.
He is a HOBBIT OF INDERTIMINATE AGE, with a mischievous
Twinkle in his eye. Wearing a dashing brocade waist coat, he
looks every inch the eccentric gentleman.



                                                   (CONTINUED)

                                                            11.
CONTINUED:


                     BILBO
          Gandalf?

                    GANDALF
          Bilbo Baggins!

                    BILBO
          My dear Gandalf!

Gandalf drops to his knee to embrace his old friend.

                    GANDALF
          It's good to see you. One hundred and
          eleven years old, who would believe it!

Gandalf looks at him more keenly.

                    GANDALF (CONT'D)
          You haven't aged a day! Gandalf and Bilbo
          laugh together and enter Bag End.

                    BILBO
          Come on, come in!   Welcome, welcome!!

                                                        CUT TO:

INT. BAG END LIVING ROOM -- DAY

Bilbo leads Gandalf into Bag End...cozy and cluttered with
souvenirs of Bilbo's travels. Gandalf has to stoop to avoid
hitting his head on the low ceiling. Bilbo hangs up Gandalf's
hat on a peg and trots off down the hall.

                    BILBO
              (Calling)
          Tea? Or maybe something stronger... I've
          a few bottles of the Old Winyard left,
          1296...a very good year, almost as old as
          I am. It was laid down by my father. What
          say we open one, eh?

Bilbo disappears into the kitchen as Gandalf looks
around..enjoying the familiarity of Bag End...he turns,
knocking his head on the light and then walking into the
wooden beam. He groans.

                    BILBO (O.S.) (CONT'D)
          I was expecting you some time last week.
          Not that it matters, you come and go as
          you please, always have done, always
          will.
                    (MORE)


                                                    (CONTINUED)

                                                             12.
CONTINUED:
                    BILBO (O.S.) (CONT'D)
          You've caught me a bit unprepared, I'm
          afraid...we've only got cold chicken, bit
          of pickle, some cheese here...ooh, no,
          that might be a little risky...

Gandalf stops in front of a framed map, charred in one
corner...it is Thorin's map of the Lonely Mountain, Gandalf
smiles to himself.

                    BILBO (CONT'D)
          Er, we've got raspberry jam and apple
          tart...got some custard somewhere. Not
          much for Afters, I'm afraid. Oh
          no...we're alright...I've just found some
          sponge cake. Nice little snack. Hope
          it's enough.
              (comes into view)
          I could do you some eggs if you like?

Bilbo jumps, a half eaten pork pie in his hand, as Gandalf
mysteriously appears behind him.

                    GANDALF
          Just tea, thank you.

                       BILBO
          Oh..right.     You don't mind if...?

                    GANDALF
          No, not at all. Go ahead. A sudden loud
          knock on the front door.

MRS. SACKVILLE BAGGINS (O.S.)

Bilbo Baggins, you open this door..I know you're in there.

                    BILBO
          I'm not home.

Gandalf watches, amused as Bilbo tries to hide.

                    BILBO (CONT'D)
          I've got to get away from these
          confounded relatives, hanging on the bell
          all day, never giving me a moment's
          peace. I want to see mountains
          again...mountains, Gandalf... and then
          find somewhere quiet where I can finish
          my book...Oh, Tea!

                    GANDALF
          So, you mean to go through with your
          plan, then?


                                                  (CONTINUED)

                                                           13.
CONTINUED:


                    BILBO
          Yes, yes...it's all inhand.   All the
          arrangements are made.

                    GANDALF
          Frodo suspects something.

                    BILBO
          'Course he does, he's a Baggins...not
          some block headed Bracegirdle from
          Hardbottle!

                    GANDALF
          You will tell him, won't you?

                      BILBO
          Yes, yes.

                    GANDALF
          He's very fond of you.

                    BILBO
          I know. He'd probably come with me if I
          asked him. I think, in his heart,
          Frodo's still in love with the Shire, the
          woods and the fields... little rivers.
          Bilbo stands gazing out of the kitchen
          window.

                    BILBO (CONT'D)
          I am old, Gandalf... Bilbo looks at
          Gandalf sadly...

                    BILBO (CONT'D)
          I know I don't look it, but I'm beginning
          to feel it in my heart.

                                                      CLOSE ON:

Bilbo's fingers close around his waistcoat pocket...gripping
a small, unseen object.

                    BILBO (CONT'D)
          I feel thin...sort of stretched, like
          butter scraped over too much bread. I
          need a holiday...a very long holiday and
          I don't expect I shall return...in fact,
          I mean not to.

                                                        CUT TO:

                                                          14.



INT. BAG END -- EVENING

Gandalf and Bilbo are sitting on the Bag End porch. Below
them, final preparations are being made on the Party field.
Bilbo strikes a match and lights his pipe.

                    BILBO
          Old Toby, the finest weed in
          Southfarthing!

Bilbo blows a perfect smoke ring and watches it rise into the
air. A tiny sailing ship with masts and sails glides through
the Center of Bilbo's smoke ring.

                    BILBO (CONT'D)
          Ohhhh,
              (smiles)
          Gandalf my old friend...this will be a
          night to remember!

                                                      CUT TO:

EXT. PARTY FIELD, HOBBITON -- NIGHT

BOOM! A FIREWORK explodes into the night sky high above
Hobbiton...in the shape of a great green tree with unfolding
branches. TILT DOWN: with glowing flowers as they rain down
from the branches...evaporating just above the up turned
faces of the delighted party-goers 144 Hobbits, feasting and
drinking Carts of beer and wine are scattered about, and the
tables are piled high with steaming scones and savories.
Gandalf hurries about, lighting fireworks with a blue spark
that dances magically from his staff... Bilbo is greeting
visitors. Frodo and SAM sit at a table drinking ale...Frodo
notices Sam's eyes keep flicking to another pretty Hobbit,
Rosie Cotton, sitting some distance away.

                    FRODO
          Go on, Sam, ask Rosie for a dance.

                     SAM
               (horrified)
          I think I'll just have myself another
          ale.

                    FRODO
          Oh, no you don't. Go on.

Sam goes to drain his glass... suddenly it is snatched out of
his hands as Frodo thrusts him into the middle of a passing
throng of dancers.

                                                            15.



ANGLE ON: SAM'S HORRIFIED FACE

as he is Swept away.   Frodo laughs and finishes Sam's beer.

                                                      ANGLE ON:

Gandalf as he sets alight a particularly spectacular firework
that draws gasps of admiration from the party guests.

Close on: Bilbo is relating stories of his adventure to a
group of young hobbit children.

                    BILBO
              (melodramatic)
          So, there I was...at the mercy of three
          monstrous trolls...Have you ever heard of
          a troll? Do you know what a Troll is?
          Great big nasty twenty foot high smelly
          things..and they're arguing...arguing
          about how they were going to cook us!

ANGLE ON: A LITTLE HOBBIT GIRL'S

upturned face...her eyes growing larger and larger.

                    BILBO
          Whether it be turned on a spit or minced
          in a pie or whether they were going to
          sit on us one by one and squash us into
          jelly! But they spent so long arguing
          the whether-to's and why-for's that the
          sun's first light crept over the top of
          the trees...and turned them all to stone!

STUNNED GASPS from his young Audience greet his astonishing
feat! Close on: MERRY AND PIPPIN, two mischievous Young
Hobbits in their late teens. Pippin scrambles on to the back
of Gandalf's wagon, snatching up a small firework

                    MERRY
              (urgent whisper)
          No, no..the big one...the big one! Pippin
          grabs a huge rocket. CLOSE ON: FIREWORK
          FUSE crackles with flame!

Merry is holding out the big rocket...he looks aghast at the
fizzing fuse that Pippin has just lit.

                    MERRY (CONT'D)
              (worried whisper)
          You're supposed to stick it in the
          ground!


                                                  (CONTINUED)

                                                           16.
CONTINUED:


                    PIPPIN
          It is in the ground.

Merry fearfully tosses the Rocket to Pippin!    The fuse
sizzles angrily.

                     MERRY
          Outside!

                    PIPPIN
          It was your idea.

Pippin attempts to throw the fizzing rocket back to Merry.
WHOOSH! The two hobbits are suddenly blown off their feet in
a shower of sparks as the rocket blasts off with frightening
power. The ROCKET ZOOMS over the Party..It suddenly bursts
apart, forming the shape of a great red golden Dragon! Fire
gushes from its nostrils as it turns back and Flies low
towards the startled crowd. Close on: Frodo watches the
Fireworks Dragon with alarm...but Bilbo is oblivious to the
Panicking crowd and impending danger!

                     FRODO
          Bilbo!   Watch out for the dragon!!

                    BILBO
          Dragon? Nonsense...hasn1t been a dragon
          in these parts for a thousand years!

ANGLE ON: FRODO

As he hurriedly pulls Bilbo to the ground, just as the dragon
roars a few feet above their heads like a flaming express
train! Hobbits dive to the ground, tables overturn, tents
collapse, food flies everywhere. The fireworks dragon turns a
somersault and explodes over the hills with a deafening bang!
This gets the biggest Cheer of the night.

ANGLE ON: MERRY AND PIPPIN,

clothes and hair smoking.

                    MERRY
          That was good!

                    PIPPIN
          Let's get another one!

LARGE HANDS suddenly clamp down on Merry and Pippin's ears.
Low angle: Gandalf looking DOWN STERNLY!




                                                   (CONTINUED)

                                                            17.
CONTINUED:


                    GANDALF
          Meridoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took...I
          might have known!

                                                        CUT TO:

MERRY AND PIPPIN

Are leaning over a barrel, washing dishes in soapy
water...with Gandalf sitting nearby, smoking his pipe and
sipping an ale. Cries of "SPEECH! SPEECH" erupt from the
party.

                                                      ANGLE ON:

Bilbo stepping on a stool...he bows in gratitude at the
applause.

                       FRODO
          Speech!

                    BILBO
              (clearing throat)
          My dear Bagginses, and Boffins, tooks and
          Brandybucks...Grubbs, Chubbs,
          Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles and
          Proudfoots...

ANGLE ON: A HOBBIT WITH PARTICULARLY BIG FEET

                       ODO PROUDFOOT
          Proudfeet!

                    BILBO
          Today is my one hundred and eleventh
          birthday. Yes, and alas...Eleventy- one
          years is far too short a time to live
          among such excellent and admirable
          Hobbits! Tremendous outburst of approval!

                    BILBO (CONT'D)
          I don't know half of you half as well as
          I should like; and I like less than half
          of you as well as well as you deserve.

SCATTERED CLAPPING as the guests try to work out if that was
a compliment or not. CLOSE ON: FRODO AND GANDALF smiling to
themselves. CLOSE ON: Bilbo...a strange hum seems to fill his
head. A bead of sweat rolls down his brow.

Bilbo's hand pulls something out of his waistcoat pocket and
holds it behind his back.


                                                 (CONTINUED)

                                                           18.
CONTINUED:


                    BILBO (CONT'D)
          I have..things to do and I have put this
          off for far too long... CLOSE ON: BILBO'S
          knuckles turn white as he tightens his
          grip on the small object behind his back.

                    BILBO (CONT'D)
          I regret to announce, this is the end. I
          am going now. I bid you all a very fond
          farewell!! Bilbo looks across at Frodo,
          hesitates... then...

                    BILBO (CONT'D)
              (whisper)
          Goodbye.

Bilbo instantly vanishes. The party explodes into an
uproar... the crowd leaps to its feet.

ANGLE ON: FRODO

staring at the empty stool in disbelief.

                                                        CUT TO:

EXT. BAG END -- NIGHT

The party is still in an excited uproar... some 50 yards away
as we pan across a moonlit lane to the front door of Bag End.
Door opens, pulled by an invisible hand.

INT. BAG END -- NIGHT

The door quietly closes...Bilbo materializes as he pulls a
plain gold ring off his finger. Bilbo laughs as he tosses the
ring in the air, then places it in his pocket.

                                                      ANGLE ON:

Bilbo emerges from the passage, carrying a walking stick. He
finds Gandalf looming over him.

                    GANDALF
          I suppose you think that was terribly
          clever?

                    BILBO
          Come on, Gandalf!   Did you see their
          faces?




                                                  (CONTINUED)

                                                             19.
CONTINUED:


                    GANDALF
          There are many magic rings in the world,
          Bilbo Baggins, and none of them should be
          used lightly.

                    BILBO
          It was just a bit of fun.   Oh, you're
          probably right as usual.

                    GANDALF
          You will keep an eye on Frodo, won't you?

                    BILBO
          I'm leaving everything to him.

                    GANDALF
          What about this ring of yours?   Is that
          staying too?

Close on: Bilbo...he gives Gandalf a look and nods toward the
mantelpiece.

                    BILBO
          Yes, yes, it's in an envelope...over
          there on the mantelpiece. Gandalf frowns
          at the empty mantelpiece...Bilbo suddenly
          feels his waistcoat with a look of guilty
          surprise.

                    BILBO (CONT'D)
          No, wait. It's here in my pocket. Isn't
          that...isn't' that odd now? Yet, after
          all, why not? Why shouldn't I keep it?

                    GANDALF
          I think you should leave the Ring behind,
          Bilbo. Is that so hard?

                    BILBO
          Well, no...and yes. Now it comes to it,
          I don't feel like parting with it. It's
          mine. I found it. It came to me!

ANGLE ON: GANDALF LOOKS DOWN AT BILBO WITH RISING CONCERN.

                    GANDALF
          There's no need to get angry.

                    BILBO
          Well, if I'm angry, it's your fault! It's
          mine. My own, my precious.



                                                     (CONTINUED)

                                                            20.
CONTINUED:


                    GANDALF
          Precious? It's been called that before,
          but not by you.

                    BILBO
          So? What business is it of yours what I
          do with my own things? Bilbo's voice,
          shape and manner have suddenly changed.

                    GANDALF
          I think you've had that ring quite long
          enough.

                    BILBO
          You want it for yourself!

Gandalf rises to his full height, his eyes flash, his shadow
suddenly seems to fill the room

                    GANDALF
          Bilbo Baggins do not take me for some
          conjurer of cheap tricks! Bilbo cowers
          from Gandalf, disarmed by his power...a
          frightened Hobbit. Gandalf's expression
          softens.

                    GANDALF (CONT'D)
          I am not trying to rob you. I am trying
          to help you. Sobbing, Bilbo runs to
          Gandalf and hugs him.

                    GANDALF (CONT'D)
          All you long years we've been
          friends...trust me as you once did. Let
          it go!

             
All is silent in the halls of the dead.
All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead.
Behold the stairways which stand in darkness;  behold the rooms of ruin.
These are the halls of the dead where the spiders spin,
 and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.


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Re: Longest Thread on Ww?
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Re: Longest Thread on Ww?
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Re: Longest Thread on Ww?
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                            THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE TWO TOWERS


                                      Screenplay by
                       Peter Jackson, Fran Walsh and Philippa Boyens.

                          Based on "The Lord of The Rings" trilogy by
                                      J.R.R Tolkien.
 

                                 Transcription credits

                         Accela, Aina, Bad burn, Bridget Chubb,
                         Brionn Equus (Lochrann), Drusilia, Elf
                         Lady, owyn Unquendor, Feanari, Finafyr,
                         Flourish, Galadriel, Heri, Julamb, JustinsIce(Mdjasrie),
                         Kazren, Krystal, LadyowynKenobi, Lady
                         Evenstar, LegolasBow, Lithorose, Melody,
                         Mormegil, Nilmandra, Padfoot, Penwiper,
                         Pilgrim Grey, Primula Baggins, Randy
                         Savage, Samwise the Brave, Sirius Black,
                         Tethra, The Lidless Eye, Turnar, Xyla,
                         Yaksha
 
                         Elvish dialogue from The Elvish Linguistic
                         Fellowship.
 



                           [TITLE:  THE LORD OF THE RINGS]



                         [Camera pans over the Misty Mountains
                         as voices drift in from the background.]
 
                         
                                     GANDALF
                         You cannot pass!

                                     FRODO
                         Gandalf!

                                     GANDALF
                         I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder
                         of the Flame of Anor!
 
                         [Camera pans closer to the mountain
                         side.]
 
                                     GANDALF
                         Argh! Go back to the shadow. The Dark
                         Fire will not avail you, Flame of Udn!
                         [Camera zooms in through the mountain
                         and focuses on Gandalf and the Balrog
                         on the bridge of Khazad-dm. The Balrog
                         strikes down on Gandalf with its flaming
                         sword. Gandalf parries the blow with
                         Glamdring, shattering the Balrogs sword.]
                         YOU SHALL NOT... PASS!!!
 
                         [Gandalf strikes his staff onto the
                         bridge. As the Balrog steps forward,
                         the bridge collapses from under it and
                         the demon plunges backward into the
                         chasm. Gandalf, exhausted, leans on
                         his staff and watches the Balrog fall
                         then turns to follow the others. At
                         the last minute, the flaming whip lashes
                         up from the depths of the abyss and
                         winds around Gandalfs ankle, dragging
                         him over the edge. He clings onto the
                         bridge but is straining to keep his
                         grip.]
 
                                     GANDALF
                         Argh!

                         [Frodo rushes forward but Boromir restrains
                         him.]
 
                                     BOROMIR
                         No! No!

                                     FRODO
                         Gandalf!

                                     GANDALF
                         Fly, you fools!

                         [Gandalf loses his grip and falls into
                         the chasm]
 
                                     FRODO
                         Noooooooooooooooo!!!!

                         [Gandalf loses his grip and falls into
                         the chasm]
 
                                     FRODO
                         [Calls after Gandalf as he falls into
                         the abyss] Gaaandaaaaalf!!
 
                         [Gandalf falls after the Balrog and
                         grabs hold of his sword Glamdring on
                         his way down. As they continue to plunge
                         into the depths, Gandalf hacks away
                         at the Balrog even as it thrashes and
                         bounces off the walls. They continue
                         to plunge at great speed, sometimes
                         with Gandalf clinging to the horn of
                         the demon. The battling pair then falls
                         into an enormous cavern and plunges
                         into the water. Just then Frodo awakens
                         as if from a nightmare.]
 
                                     FRODO
                         Gandalf!

                                     SAM
                         What is it, Mr. Frodo?

                                     FRODO
                         Nothing. Just a dream. [Lies back down.]
 
                         
                         [Frodo and Sam climbs over the rocky
                         terrain Emyn Muil. They look into the
                         distance at the Mountain of Fire.]
 
                         
                                     SAM
                         Mordor. The one place in Middle-earth
                         we dont want to see any closer, and
                         the one place were trying to get to.
                         Its just where we cant get. Lets
                         face it, Mr. Frodo, were lost. I dont
                         think Gandalf meant for us to come this
                         way.
 
                                     FRODO
                         He didnt mean for a lot of things to
                         happen, Sam... but they did.
 
                         [Suddenly Frodo feels and sees the Eye
                         zooming in on him. He gasps and pants
                         as he backs away.]
 
                                     SAM
                         Mr. Frodo? Its the Ring, isnt it?
 
                         
                                     FRODO
                         Its getting heavier. [Clutches the
                         Ring by his chest and sits down, still
                         panting. He then fumbles for his water
                         bottle and takes a sip.]
 
                                     FRODO
                         What food have we got left?

                                     SAM
                         Well, let me see. [He takes out a package
                         of lembas bread from his pack] Oh yes,
                         lovely Lembas bread. And look! [He
                         digs deeper into his pack] More lembas
                         bread.
 
                         [Sam shows another package. He then
                         breaks off a piece and tosses it to
                         Frodo, and munches on a piece himself.]
 
                         
                                     SAM
                         I don't usually hold with foreign food,
                         but this Elvish stuff, its not bad.
 
                         
                                     FRODO
                         [smiles] Nothing ever dampens your spirits,
                         does it Sam?
 
                         [Sam smiles back, and then looks ominously
                         towards Mordor.]
 
                                     SAM
                         Those rain clouds might.

                         [They continue trekking through difficult
                         terrain, often huddling underneath their
                         cloaks.]
 
                                     SAM
                         [Looks around] This looks strangely
                         familiar.
 
                                     FRODO
                         [Exasperated] Its because weve been
                         here before! Were going in circles.
 
                         
                                     SAM
                         Ah! What's that 'orrid stink? I'll warrant
                         there's a nasty bog nearby. Can you
                         smell it?
 
                                     FRODO
                         Yes. I can smell it. [Drops to a whisper]
                         Were not alone.
 
                                     [NIGHTTIME
                         Frodo and Sam are sleeping. A dark shape
                         appears on top of the cliff. The creature
                         Gollum has appeared and is making his
                         way down to the hobbits.]
 
                                     GOLLUM
                         The thieves! The thieves! The filthy
                         little thieves! Where is it? Where isss
                         it? They stole it from us. My preciousss.
                         [Gollum creeps closer and closer.] Curse
                         them! We hates them! Its ours, it is...
                         and we wantssss it!
 
                         [Gollum reaches out his hand towards
                         the hobbits. Suddenly the hobbits spring
                         up, grab hold of Gollums arms and pull
                         him down. Amidst the struggle, Gollum
                         wriggles loose and leaps onto Frodo.
                         As Frodo falls back, the chain and Ring
                         around his neck is revealed and Gollum
                         jumps straight for the Ring. Sam tries
                         to grab at him but is knocked away.
                         Gollum now jumps on top of Frodo and
                         tries to reach for the Ring even as
                         Frodo grabs his hands and tries to push
                         him away. Gollums cheeks puff with
                         exertion as he struggles with Frodo,
                         his enormous eyes fixed on the Ring.
                         Sam grabs hold of Gollum again and tears
                         him away from Frodo. Gollum then turns
                         around and bites Sam on the shoulder,
                         wriggles around and clasps his arms
                         around Sams neck and legs around his
                         waist in a death grip. Frodo unsheathes
                         Sting and holds it to Gollum's throat.]
 
                         
                                     FRODO
                         [menacingly] This is Sting. Youve seen
                         it before, havent you... Gollum! Release
                         him or Ill cut your throat!
 
                         [Slowly, Gollum loosens his grip on
                         Sam and as the latter disentangles himself,
                         Gollum wails. In the next scene, Gollum
                         is being dragged with Sam's Elvish rope
                         around his neck, wailing and writhing
                         in pain.]
 
                                     GOLLUM
                         It burns! It burns us! It freezes! Nasty
                         Elves twisted it. Take it off us!
 
                         
                                     SAM
                         Quiet you!

                         [Sam tugs fiercely at the rope. Gollum
                         cries some more and collapses onto his
                         back. Sam turns to Frodo in dismay.]
 
                         
                                     SAM
                         Its hopeless! Every Orc in Mordors
                         going to hear this racket! Lets just
                         tie him up and leave him.
 
                                     GOLLUM
                         No! That would kill us! Kill us!

                                     SAM
                         Its no more than you deserve!

                                     FRODO
                         Maybe he does deserve to die, but now
                         that I see him, I do pity him.
 
                                     GOLLUM
                         [Begging] We be nice to them if they
                         be nice to us. Take it off us. We swears
                         to do what you wants. We swears.
 
                                     FRODO
                         Theres no promise you can make that
                         I can trust.
 
                                     GOLLUM
                         We swears to serve the master of the
                         preciousss. We swears on... on the precious.
                         *Gollum. Gollum.*
 
                                     FRODO
                         The Ring is treacherous. It will hold
                         you to your word.
 
                                     GOLLUM
                         Yes... on the preciousss. On the preciousss.
 
                         
                                     SAM
                         I dont believe you! [Gollum backs away,
                         frightened, and climbs onto a boulder]
                         Get down! I said, down!
 
                         [Sam jerks strongly at the rope as Gollum
                         tries to get away from him. He crashes
                         onto the ground, choking.]
 
                                     FRODO
                         Sam!

                                     SAM
                         Hes trying to trick us! We let him
                         go hell throttle us in our sleep!
 
                         
                         [Gollum lies panting and holding his
                         throat. He backs away, frightened, as
                         Frodo approaches him.]
 
                                     FRODO
                         You know the way to Mordor?

                                     GOLLUM
                         [nods warily] Yes...

                                     FRODO
                         Youve been there before?

                                     GOLLUM
                         [nods again] Yes...

                         [Frodo reaches out and takes the rope
                         noose off Gollums neck. Gollum seems
                         surprised and relieved.]
 
                                     FRODO
                         You will lead us to the Black Gate.
 
                         
                         [Gollum scrambles off in the direction
                         of Morannon and the hobbits follow in
                         his wake.]
 


                         [A band of Uruk-hai marches across the
                         plain, with two hobbits bound to the
                         backs of two Uruk-hai. Pippin tries
                         to call to Merry, who is unconscious
                         with a gash on his right brow.]
 
                                     PIPPIN
                         Merry. Merry! [He receives no response.]
 
                         
                         [Suddenly, an Uruk-hai puts up his hand
                         and signals a stop.]
 
                                     UGLK
                         What is it? What do you smell?

                                     MAN-FLESH URUK
                         [sniffs the air] Man-flesh.

                                     PIPPIN
                         [quietly to himself] Aragorn!

                                     UGLK
                         They've picked up our trail! Let's move!
 
                         
                         [The Uruk-hai quicken their pace. Pippin
                         struggles to reach his Elven brooch
                         with his teeth. He then tears it off
                         his cloak and drops it onto the ground.
                         A foot stomps onto the brooch but it
                         remains unbroken and visible on the
                         grass.]
 
                         [Aragorn is lying with his eyes closed
                         and ear pressed to the ground, listening
                         for the sound of footsteps.]
 
                                     ARAGORN
                         Their pace has quickened. [He looks
                         up.] They must have caught our scent.
                         Hurry! [He runs off.]
 
                                     LEGOLAS
                         Come on, Gimli! [Looks back at Gimli
                         and then runs after Aragorn]
 
                                     GIMLI
                         [pauses in his steps and huffs] Three
                         days and nights pursuit. No food.
                         No rest. And no sign of our quarry but
                         what bare rock can tell. [Runs after
                         his companions.]
 
                         [The Three Hunters run across rocks
                         and plains, with Aragorn in the lead,
                         followed by Legolas and Gimli. From
                         time to time, Legolas looks back to
                         make sure that Gimli is keeping up.
                         Aragorn suddenly bends down to pick
                         up an Elven brooch from the ground.]
 
                         
                                     ARAGORN
                         Not idly do the leaves of Lrien fall.
 
                         
                                     LEGOLAS
                         [stops and turns to Aragorn.] They may
                         yet be alive.
 
                                     ARAGORN
                         Less than a day ahead of us. Come! [Runs
                         off again]
 
                         [Gimli stumbles from behind some rocks
                         and rolls to the ground]
 
                                     LEGOLAS
                         Come, Gimli! We are gaining on them!
 
                         
                                     GIMLI
                         [Panting] I am wasted on cross-country!
                         We dwarves are natural sprinters! Very
                         dangerous over short distances!
 
                         [The trackers come over a hill and pause
                         as they gaze across the plains below.]
 
                         

                                     ARAGORN
                         Rohan. Home of the horse-lords. There
                         is something strange at work here. Some
                         evil gives speed to these creatures,
                         sets its will against us.
 
                         [Legolas runs ahead and looks out to
                         the horizon.]
 
                                     ARAGORN
                         Legolas, what do your Elf eyes see?
 
                         
                                     LEGOLAS
                         The Uruks turn northeast. Theyre taking
                         the hobbits to Isengard!
 
                                     ARAGORN
                         Saruman.



                         [The tower of Orthanc stands amidst
                         the smoking caverns of Isengard. Saruman
                         stands in his chamber, communicating
                         with the Dark Lord through the Palantr.]
 
                         
                                     SARUMAN (V.O.)
                         The world is changing. [View changes
                         to the tower of Barad-dr, with its
                         huge Orc armies on a bridge.] Who now
                         has the strength to stand against the
                         armies of Isengard and Mordor? To stand
                         against the might of Sauron and Saruman
                         and the union of the two towers?
 
                         [Camera pans upwards along the height
                         of the tower of Barad-dr until the
                         flaming Eye is in view.]
 
                                     SARUMAN (V.O.)
                         Together, my lord Sauron, we shall rule
                         this Middle-earth.
 
                         [The trees around Isengard are being
                         ripped down, chopped up and used to
                         feed huge furnaces. The caverns of Isengard
                         glow with the fires of industry, sounds
                         of hammering fill the air and molten
                         iron is poured into casts to forge weapons.]
 
                         
                                     SARUMAN (V.O.)
                         The old world will burn in the fires
                         of industry. The forests will fall.
                         A new order will rise. We will drive
                         the machine of war with the sword and
                         the spear and the iron fists of the
                         Orc. We have only to remove those who
                         oppose us.
 
                         [Saruman stands in the midst of a gathering
                         of Dunlanders.]
 
                                     SARUMAN
                         The horsemen took your land. They drove
                         your people into the hills to scratch
                         a living off rocks.
 
                                     DUNLAND MAN
                         Murderers!

                                     SARUMAN
                         Take back the lands they stole from
                         you! Burn every village!
 
                                     CROWD
                         [Roars with approval] Argh!!

                         [They stomp off to destroy the villages
                         of Rohan as Saruman stands coldly still
                         among the stampede. A Rohan village
                         is in pandemonium as people try to escape
                         the on-coming pillage.]
 
                                     SARUMAN (V.O.)
                         It will begin in Rohan. Too long have
                         these peasants stood against you. But
                         no more.
 
                         [A woman with her hand on a horse calls
                         out to her children.]
 
                                     MORWEN
                         othain! othain! You take your sister.
                         Youll go faster with just two.
 
                                     FREDA
                         [As Morwen puts her onto the horse in
                         front of her brother] Papa says othain
                         must not ride Garulf, he is too big
                         for him!
 
                                     MORWEN
                         Listen to me. You must ride to Edoras
                         and raise the alarm. Do you understand
                         me?
 
                                     OTHAIN
                         Yes, Ma!

                                     FREDA
                         [starts to cry] I dont wanna leave!
                         I don't wanna go, Mama!
 
                                     MORWEN
                         Freda, I will find you there.

                         [A woman screams]

                                     MORWEN
                         Quickly!

                         [The children ride off.]

                                     MORWEN
                         [Looks after them] Go child!

                         [Dunlanders and Uruk-hai enter the village,
                         burning everything in sights as the
                         Rohirrim scream and run in all directions.
                         othain and Freda weep as they look
                         back from a distance.]
 
                                     SARUMAN (V.O.)
                         Rohan, my lord, is ready to fall.

                         [A group of horsemen ride to Edoras.
                         omer is in the lead, carrying a gravely
                         wounded Thodred.]
 
                         [owyn runs hastily up the stairs to
                         the Golden Hall and enters a bedchamber.
                         She runs to the bed.]
 
                                     OWYN
                         Thodred!

                         [Thodred seems to hear her call but
                         is unable to respond. He has a bloody
                         gash on the side of his head. omer
                         nods to owyn in the direction of Thodreds
                         torso. owyn draws back the covers and
                         upon seeing Thodreds fatal wound,
                         her lips tighten and eyes close. She
                         looks up to catch omers eye.]
 
                         [omer and owyn are speaking to Thoden-king
                         who sits motionless on his throne, wizened,
                         and aged beyond his years.]
 
                                     OWYN
                         Your son is badly wounded, my lord.
 
                         
                                     OMER
                         He was ambushed by Orcs. If we dont
                         defend our country, Saruman will take
                         it by force.
 
                                     GRMA
                         That is a lie! [Appears from the shadows.]
                         Saruman the White has ever been our
                         friend and ally.
 
                                     THODEN
                         [mumbles feebly] Grma Grma [Grma
                         leans down close to the King.]My son...?
                         Grma...?
 
                                     OMER
                         Orcs are roaming freely across our lands.
                         Unchecked. Unchallenged. Killing at
                         will. Orcs bearing the white hand of
                         Saruman. [He drops a helmet onto the
                         ground, which topples over to reveal
                         the white hand of Saruman.]
 
                                     GRMA
                         Why do you lay these troubles on an
                         already troubled mind. Can you not see?
                         Your uncle is wearied by your malcontent,
                         your war-mongering.
 
                                     OMER
                         War-mongering?

                         [omer grabs Grma and pins him against
                         a pillar.]
 
                                     OMER
                         How long is it since Saruman bought
                         you? What was the promised price, Grma?
                         When all the men are dead you will take
                         your share of the treasure?
 
                         [Grmas eyes flicks to right, watching
                         owyn as she walks by. owyn stops to
                         stare back for a moment before departing
                         form the hall. omer jerks Grma again
                         and clutches his hand around Grmas
                         jaw.]
 
                                     OMER
     
All is silent in the halls of the dead.
All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead.
Behold the stairways which stand in darkness;  behold the rooms of ruin.
These are the halls of the dead where the spiders spin,
 and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.