Lord of the Rings, The: The w*r of the Rohirrim (2024)

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All Middle Earth knows

the tale of the w*r of the Ring.

But there are older tales.

Tales told around the

warm fires on cold winter nights.

Tales passed down

from the old to the young.

Tales that light a path through the dark.

Almost 200 years before the

Ring ever came to Bilbo Baggins,

there lived a girl.

Her name was Hera, only

daughter of Helm, King of Roha.

Born under a harvest moon, her mother

did not live to see the dawn.

Raised alongside two

brothers by a warrior king,

the girl could ride a

horse before she could walk.

Wild, some called her.

Headstrong railed

her father, though in truth,

he was so proud of his tearaway child.

Whoa.

Whoa.

By her hand, many great deeds were done.

But do not look for

tales of her in the old songs.

There are none.

Maloney.

Where is the horse?

Where is the rider?

Lost into shadow where I cannot find her.

Long is the road and far from her home.

But fear not my sister, your mere idol.

From mountain top

high, cross river bed low,

to wild whispered

places she's longing to go.

Feel as she rides into the unknown.

Hera.

You should have seen it, Hummer.

The fledgling took the lure.

Harleth said it wouldn't work.

He said it will tear you limb from limb.

Wait, Hera.

Did you know that the

great eagles speak a language

all of their own, but only to wizards?

Will you listen to me?

Wait, whose horses are those?

That's what I've been trying to tell you.

Messengers arrived from the West March.

From Lord Frecker?

Why?

He has called for a witten.

I thought only the king

could summon the lords to council.

That is the custom, not the law.

Ollie-win, it's also

the custom to tell your ladies

made if you're going to run

off and make a snack of yourself

for some great flying beast.

Come on, you need to change.

What's wrong with what I'm wearing?

Hopeless.

Lord Frecker

hasn't been to court in years.

Why would he show up now?

You don't think him, he's

thinking? I'd like to see him try.

Haleth.

Brother.

I doubt Frecker even

remembers how to swing a sword.

He sat idle in the West March too long,

stuffing his face and his pocket.

Fattened, prosperous are

when men are at the most dangerous,

Lord Haleth.

It fills them with false courage, and

false courage. It fills them with false courage,

and false courage breeds discontent.

Which means what?

It means Lord Frecker has

had a long time to think about

all the things he doesn't have.

Frecker has only

what we allow, nothing more.

Leaf, you're calling the banners tonight.

My Lord Freilath.

Yes, I am.

It's my first counsel.

I thought I'd learn all the sigils.

But I, um...

I don't recognise that one.

My Lady Hera.

Cousin?

Look at you.

No mud, no twigs in your hair.

One could almost

mistake you for a princess of Rohan.

The shield maidens

were women of the borderlands.

When all the men were slain,

they took up arms and fought.

They defended

Rohan when no-one else could.

Those were darker days.

I've long fought it

time to retire that banner.

I doubt there are any of them left.

They're all gone.

Not all of them.

Helm, son of Graham,

Lord of the Erlingas,

Knight! Yes, yes.

They know their king when they see him.

You all look like you're at a funeral.

Fear not, faint hearts.

We'll be done with

this business soon enough.

I see you have started without me.

Freca, Lord of the Westmarch,

Lord Wulf, son of Freca,

General Tug of Dunland.

Lord Freca, it has been a while.

You've missed many a council,

though it seems very few meals.

Your mother, Freca, the King Jest.

I see age has not

improved your manners, my liege.

Am I not welcome in this great hall?

All loyal men are welcome here.

Ah, but loyal to whom?

Hmm?

To Rohan!

Or to Gondor?

A rumor has reached my ears

that a Gondorian princeling

has made an offer

for your daughter's hand.

Do you deny it?

It's none of your

business whom my daughter marries.

I say it is.

I say it is all of our business.

I come before this

council with an offer to strengthen,

not weaken Rohan.

For too long our houses have squabbled

while Gondor usurps our greatness.

They would respect us, they fear us,

were we truly united.

It is past time for Rohan

to stop being Gondor's lapdog.

Consider instead a son of the Westmarch.

I, Wolf, son of Freca,

come before you, Hara, daughter of home.

Wolf, don't.

To seek your hand in marriage.

Well, girl, what do you say?

Hmm?

Enough!

You speak of uniting our people

when it is I who has

faced down death, famine, w*r,

to hold these lands together.

I know why you have come.

Freca, son of Dunland,

you do not seek an alliance.

You seek a throne.

Old kings that refuse a prophet's staff

may fall on their knees.

You do not command the loyalty.

You think you do.

Sire, this is not the place.

My nephew speaks true.

A king does not brawl in his own house.

But men are freer outside.

Wouldn't you agree?

Is this wise uncle?

I know Freca.

He hasn't a noble bone in his body.

Mark my word.

He would not be

satisfied with marriage to Hara.

He would see

his son on my throne

and my boys in a grave.

Time to remind him of his place.

The line of Helm is not so easily broken.

Come away, child.

Leave them be. I'm

sorry. I'm sorry. Come away, child.

Leave them be.

You did not give an answer.

We should go.

Would it be so bad?

We were inseparable once.

We were children.

She with him.

Oh, hi.

I did not think so much had changed.

Wolf, please.

I care about you.

Lord,

you'd rather marry

a stranger from Gondor.

I have no thoughts of marriage at all.

Our fathers speak as if

I were not even in the room.

This should be my decision to make.

It should be yours too.

What if I told you this is what I want?

What I've always wanted.

I love you.

No.

I do not want to marry you.

I do not want to marry any man.

You asked for my answer.

You have it.

Here I am.

Come, sister.

I will miss all the fun.

I will miss you. They call her

right at home in the rough country.

But no, she's too good for my son.

Your daughter will

come crawling on her knees,

begging my son to

marry her before the end.

Father!

Get up, Frecka!

Get up and fight!

Father?

He's dead?

No.

Impossible!

I only struck him the once.

You saw him. You owe saw him.

You k*lled him.

Put the sword down, lad.

No!

You dare draw your sword

against the king, Dunlanding.

Father, no!

You're k*lling him!

Enough blood has been spilled.

There will be no more.

You will pay for this with your life.

I swear it.

Save your breath, boy.

Blessed it be your last.

Wolf, son of Frecka, you are banished.

If you set foot on these lands again,

it will be your head.

Oh, Wolf.

Leave him.

Seasons passed.

The death of Frecka

was talked of for a long time.

Some whispered it was an ill

omen for a king to k*ll one of his own.

Wolf's fate weighed heavy on Hera's mind,

banished and reviled.

Yet he was still the

boy she once called friend.

Come on, Wolf.

Got you.

Wait.

I got you. I'm sorry.

I did not mean to hurt you.

Leave me. You're bleeding.

Go. Before me father finds you here.

I said go.

Hera tried to find word of Wolf.

No sign of him could ever be found.

It was as if he had

vanished, passing like a shadow into night.

Get off!

A new threat arose

on Rohan's eastern border.

Strange sounds were heard in the night.

The broken bodies of wild

horses were found dead on the morn.

No longer would the king allow

his wayward daughter to ride out alone.

Rhebine from Dunland.

It's a south run. The

armor marks him as a mercenary.

See where those tracks lead.

Ooh, it's quite big, isn't it?

It's...

Can't be far.

What is a south run doing this far north?

He's been here a few days.

The birds have picked the body clean.

Spear and horn.

I think he was some kind of beast master.

Ah, but master of what?

What was that old poem you

used to recite to me as a child?

Something about making the earth shake.

Run!

Run!

Run! Run!

The beast is rampant!

Ella, get out of here!

Go!

Freya!

Ella, no!

Faster, Ashley! Faster!

Ella!

Does she know what

creature lives in those woods?

Of course she does.

Whoa, Ashley, they're wrong.

Yeah, go, go.

Beware dark waters that hide old secrets.

How dare you!

Get your hands off me!

Let me down!

She's trying to move me.

Why not k*ll her now?

Let me down!

No, we take her to the High Lord.

No!

I said let me go!

I found her.

They're holding her

in one of the guard towers.

Ashida.

How can you eat at a time like this?

There must be another way out of here.

Who would dare occupy Isengard?

Someone bold enough

to kidnap a king's daughter.

I'm going after her.

Stay hidden.

Keep the horses at the ready

if I do not return by the hour.

Wait.

I have a plan.

Always too curious for your own good.

Wolf.

You're alive.

You are the High Lord.

Did you think I

would slink away like a cur

and lick my wounds?

No, I have been busy.

All my life I was

scorned for my dumb ending blood.

But look who answered when I needed them.

The Hill Tribes has sworn an oath to me.

Every last one.

You cannot hope to

stand against Rohan and Gondor.

Your father will

never ask for help from Gondor.

His pride will not allow it.

No.

Gondor is not coming.

First I will k*ll your brothers.

Then I will k*ll your father.

And then I will take the throne.

And be king of what?

A land in ruins

and its people torn apart.

You had your chance to unite, Rohan.

And you refused.

Did I disgust you so much?

Was I so easily forgotten?

I never forgot you.

I tried to find you.

The boy I knew would never wish for w*r.

Don't do this, Wolf.

Innocent people will die.

What if there was a

way you could still save them?

A way you could still save your people?

If I agree to this,

if I agree to be your bride,

you swear there will be no w*r.

If you agree, is there no

end to the arrogance of your house?

Even now you can

barely stop the thought, can you?

The boy you knew is gone, Herr.

I am the man your father made me.

Always, don't just sit there.

No!

You think you're

still a shield-mated old woman?

You're fighting days are over.

Go!

Come on, greedy.

We're leaving.

Seize them!

Right!

Summon the guard!

Stipe her!

No!

Cut them off!

Wait for the gates!

Move!

We'll never make it past the archers.

Trust me, I have a plan.

This is your plan?

I didn't say it was a good one.

My lord!

I'm fine.

Let's get out of here.

I'll dispatch our fastest horsemen.

Don't bother.

She will out-ride them.

Call the men to arms.

Please listen to me.

We do not know the

full strength of Wolf's army.

Do not underestimate him, Father.

There is more to Wolf's plan.

I know it.

The Moomak, the Southron

we saw, that is no coincidence.

The beast was diseased.

You said so yourself.

We had reports of a column of

Moomakill moving west near our southern border.

One of them must have broken

its chains and crossed into our lands.

It's got nothing to

do with the Dunlending Boy.

The wisest move is to

fall back to our strongholds.

Light the beacons.

Call for aid from Gondor.

The wisest move?

You would have me abandon Edoras.

Until we are at full strength.

Yes, this is no rabble of wild men.

These men are

well-trained and well-armed.

My liege, if I

may, Lord Freilath is young.

He has not fought

beside you in battle, as I have.

I pledge 300 riders

to protect the eastern flank.

The men of the

world stand ready to fight.

I accept your pledge.

Lord Thorne shall

have command of the east.

I will lead the vanguard

north and meet Wolf on the plains.

Let every man willing step forth.

The Fennmark is with you.

We fight for Roan!

Please, uncle, trust me.

Trust you?

I trusted you to protect

my daughter, to keep her safe.

And look what happened,

kidnapped by a filthy upstart.

It was not his fault.

Freilath saved me.

She could have died! Go back

to Don Harrow, Freilath Hildesen.

Dig some trenches and crawl into them.

When the songs of this day are sung,

when the names of its heroes are read,

yours will not be amongst them.

He's our kid.

He is no k*ller of mine!

Nor do I need a sword

offered by such a faithless hand.

My lord.

Freilath, wait!

The king has spoken.

You will always have my sword, uncle,

whether you value it or not.

They know the attack is coming.

From here we have a clear path to Edoras.

Helm will expect us to

make camp on the northern plains.

Good.

w*r is upon us.

What do you say, old friend?

Will you carry me once more?

What are you doing?

I pledge to fight for my king.

Don't be a fool, child.

If you will not listen to

me, then at least let me fight.

You know nothing of w*r.

I'm the fastest rider you have.

I can carry

messages between the commanders.

I said no.

The line of Helm

does not rest on you, Hera.

It resides in Halath, in Hammer.

My brothers can defend

their home, but yet I cannot.

One day you will marry.

You will live in Gondor and have children

who know nothing of our ways.

To see me gone?

Is that what would please you?

Yes, it will please me.

I will rejoice.

You will be alive,

because I will have protected you.

Wolf's army is 20 leagues from Edoras.

They're not setting up camp.

They're not resting.

What?

They're continuing to advance.

The Hill tribes are used

to attacking under cover of dark.

He means to strike tonight.

Master the Rahiram!

Wait!

They're not so grim, little sister.

Hell, my mind has never lost a battle.

Hera, you need a faster horse.

Take Ashadeh.

Ashadeh will have no one but you.

Besides, I trust the old girl.

Keep this safe for me.

Always.

Always.

Maybe, one day,

someone will sing ballads of me.

On the morrow, little sister.

Ride strong, brothers.

Where is Storn?

He's late.

His men should be

covering the eastern flank.

I fought beside your father once.

He saved my entire village

from a pack of done-lending raiders.

I broke my shield in that battle.

Afterwards, I wanted a new one.

But no, he told me.

It's not broken.

It's just broken in.

There's so many of them.

Your father is no ordinary man.

It'll take more than an army

of done-lending to bring him low.

The blood of the

ancients flows in his veins.

The same blood that flows in yours.

Oh, the pledges.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

The king left these

in my charge for safekeeping.

It's all right.

Don't fret, lad.

The king's got other things on his mind.

Whose mark is this?

Oh.

That's the seal of Lord Thorn.

What is it?

What's wrong?

I've seen this before.

Lord Thorn is in league with Wolf.

He means to betray my father.

We have to get our people out.

Sound the alarm.

Now!

Go!

Evacuate the city!

Riders of the Mark,

brothers of Rohan, arise!

Arise now!

We will paint the dawn

red with the blood of our foes!

Draw your weapon!

Wolf!

Arlingo!

Or Rohan!

Or Rohan!

Arlingo!

Yes!

Arlingo!

Watch!

Watch us, Rane!

Hey!

Watch us, Arbex!

Arlingo!

Charge!

Charge!

Argh!

Arlingo!

Argh!

Argh! Argh!

Wolf!

Where is he?

Where is their high command?

Find him!

Keep moving!

We've a long way to hang of you.

Carry only what you need!

Stay together!

Keep the children to the middle!

Go!

Come on, Ashiree.

Time to leave.

I fear it is too late for that.

My lady.

Traitor!

My father will see you hang for this.

You will never know.

Will you?

What?

Hold the line!

Wolf's nowhere to be seen.

Something's not right.

Uma Kaar!

He's using Varyak masteries.

Edoras is completely exposed.

Royal Guard!

Chippee!

Come on!

The nation of your

valor yet, little brother.

Are you sure about this, Lydia?

Do it.

Take the city!

Hallo!

Hallo!

Call the retreat.

Yeah.

No.

Listen to me, Hallo.

You must reach the

city before we'll find Hera.

Go!

Go!

Break it down!

Move!

No!

It's afraid of the fire!

Look out!

Where is everyone?

The city's deserted.

Find Hera.

Hera!

Hera!

Lord Thorne has betrayed us.

We know.

You've already got the evacuation.

Yes, sir.

Good.

Get everyone to Dunharrow.

The road to Dunharrow

is crawling with wild men.

The Hornberg is our only chance.

Olwen is leading the retreat.

Rainers!

All back!

Come on, the retreat!

Retreat!

It's heading for the Great Hole.

We're rowhand.

We're our people.

Alan!

No!

Alan!

Our turn!

Ready!

My honor!

No!

Father!

Hold on.

Get it out of here!

Run down.

Get off them!

No!

Move it!

Final goal!

Protect the King!

To the King!

To the King!

Father!

Go, Herr.

I'll catch you.

Come on, Uncle.

Come on!

Move.

Songs of valor all go.

This is it.

Come on with the last of you.

You're nearly there.

Hurry now.

Inside the King.

Come on.

Last as you can.

A healer.

The King needs a healer.

Say it.

Hama.

Where is he?

Where's Hama?

This way.

Leave me.

This way.

Hama!

He was right behind us.

Enough!

You have won, Wolf.

I surrender.

Let this end.

Now!

My life for my sons.

No!

k*ll me!

Take the crown.

Leave my people in peace.

Let my boy live.

No, Father, don't!

Peace!

There will be no

peace for you, Helm Hanahan.

No, Wolf!

Please, I beg you!

End this now.

Make the exchange.

Once they withdraw behind those walls,

you will never get them out.

Let them.

What have you done?

You will suffer as I have suffered.

You will know what it

means to be alone as I was.

Then, and only then, will I let you die.

m*rder*r!

No! No! No!

Sire! No!

No! I don't know!

Get the king! I don't know! Get the king!

Get it inside!

Hurry!

All right!

Come on!

Come on!

I've got you!

Come on!

Close the gate!

Close the gate!

Come on!

Prepare the men for a siege.

Sire, winter is coming on.

A siege will cost both sides.

I don't care what it costs.

Surround the keep.

If anyone tries to

escape, even a rat, k*ll it.

One of the boy's body.

Let it rot.

My lady.

You're needed, my lady.

Any word? I'm sorry, my lord.

High in the stronghold

of Dunharrow, Freilath waited.

Yet the fate of his kin remained unknown.

Had they survived?

Or were they buried now

amongst the ashes of Edoras?

Someone the lords of Rohan to Edoras.

It's time they swear their loyalty to me.

The king who last

ward their crown still lives.

El Mahamahand is but a

shadow of what he once was.

He will perish soon enough.

Fear not, Targ.

Shadows cannot hurt you.

Return to the Hornbeck.

She thinks she's safe behind those walls.

She will learn soon enough.

She's mistaken.

We have a chance, if we

can just outlast Wulf's army.

This is all of it.

It's not enough.

Search all the

rooms. Take stock of everything.

What's that?]

I've been keeper of

these halls for 40 years.

I never thought I'd see such times.

Supplies are running terribly low.

It's going to be a long

winter. I can feel it in my bones.

Don't touch that, m'lady!

That gown was made for a bride

that was pledged to the captain of the keep.

But she never got to wear it.

A strange fever took her

the night before her wedding.

Some say many a lost

soul wanders these halls...

...and worse.

Who says it?

I do.

Nonsense.

Here, give me that.

I've tried to send for help.

All our messenger birds are shut down.

None can get past their arches.

What are the choices there but to submit?

Don't be a fool.

There will be no surrender.

Only slaughter!

We've barely any food or fuel.

The other lords of Rohan

have retreated to their strongholds.

We are cut off!

How are we to survive?

We find a way.

We cannot fight amongst ourselves.

That is exactly what he wants us to do.

Despair is Wolf's

greatest weapon against us.

We cannot succumb.

We find a way to

survive, and we do it together.

Pretty words.

Pretty words will not save us.

Thanks! Thanks!

Here, take a look at this.

What are they doing down there?

What are they doing?

He's building a siege

tower. He means to breach the walls.

It is not easy to hold on

to hope when an ill wind blows.

Winter bit hard that year.

None was spared the endless cold.

Yet still the siege held fast.

The Rohirrim could do nothing but

watch and wait, as their doom drew ever near.

Any change?

It makes no sense. His body

is mending, and yet he does not wake.

I fear it is his mind that is broken.

What are you doing? That's for the king.

What about that?

What? No, not that.

Take it?

But my lady, that was Master Harmor's.

And what use is it without him?

I know this sickness is

not born of any mortal wound.

It is grief that pulls you under.

Grief that you will

never again see your sons.

You think all is lost.

But I am here, Father.

I am still here.

Please don't give up.

Who's out there? Show yourself!

What happened here?

Speak.

He k*lled them all.

I saw it showed

them apart with his parents.

Who did?

Helm Hammerhand is no living man.

It's not natural the

thing I saw. He's coming for us all.

Save us.

Father?

Father!

Night after night, a

ghostly horn echoed in the deep.

A harbinger of death.

Fear took hold of Wulf's men.

Whisper spread that Helm

Hammerhand was human no more.

He bore no weapon,

and no weapon could smite him.

A terror born of madness and grief.

A wraith.

Wulf returned to a camp stalked by death.

His carefully laid plans in disarray.

He was king of nothing.

But Wulf, son of Frega, would be

damned before he was defeated by a ghost.

Is it true what they say?

What?

Has the king become a monster?

A terrible unholy sight.

Eyes that burn like

poles as he feasts on the flesh.

Helm Hammerhand is no wraith.

Then how did he disappear from a

locked and guarded room and submaze that?

I don't know, but I do

know he can't walk through walls.

Perhaps he can. Perhaps

he can do many unnatural things.

Oh, I. Such as what?

First comes the sound

of the horn. Three blasts.

Then he appears fierce

and good. Stalking is prey.

The only ghoul

haunting these halls is you.

Hera?

Hera?

Olin, can you hear me?

Hera? Where's she gone?

Olin!

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Father?

Wait!

Father!

Wait!

Nasty.

Why, though not have chin to ones,

nothing worse than a

bit of king nastaking, you see?

Oh, my God!

Take him before you eat him.

That slug!

I told you before, order's from on high.

What does your maw,

though, want with rings, anyway?

Hey, the less I know, the better.

Smell that.

They can smell you from Mount Doom.

No. No.

I smell fresh meat.

Here, shake.

No! No!

Gosh, who's a live one?

Not much meat on her.

May as well feed her to the beast.

What is that infernal noise?

It's the wraith.

The wraith of El Maman.

Get me, General Tark.

Huh?

No!

Hannah.

I'm sorry, child. I'm so sorry.

I thought I'd lost you.

I was trying to protect you.

You can't tear Wolf's

army apart one man at a time.

I can try.

I should have listened to you.

You're brave and

clever and stronger than I knew.

And I was blind and not to see it.

I failed you.

All of you.

No.

Everything you've

ever done was for Rohan.

For those you love.

When I was little, you told me

you only fail when you stop trying.

You never gave up.

Never.

You're freezing.

Come. We have to

make a break for the gates.

It's the only way back in.

Don't let go!

Help!

What is that?

Open the gates!

Open the gates!

It's the king!

Open the gates!

Open them!

Stop them!

The gates are stuck!

Go! Go!

They're coming.

Hurry!

Hurry!

Come.

What are you doing?

No. No. Please.

I need you.

Rohan still needs you.

No, Hera. They need you.

You must lead them now.

I can't.

You can.

You are a daughter of kings.

The day you were

born, I was brought to my knees.

My pride.

My joy.

You could rule the world.

No.

No.

Father!

Come away, child.

Father! Come away

before you freeze to death.

Is there no one left?

Is there no one left to face me?

Fall back!

Hera, come away! You die out here!

Not while I live!

Do you hear me?

All my life, Rohan, still stands!

Helm, have a hand! Still stands!

That is how they found him.

Frozen in place, still standing

guard before the gates of the Hornburg.

His will unbroken, his knees unbent.

Dead.

I'll give the

order to call off the siege.

We can decamp and be

out of here within the week.

We are not going anywhere.

You have won.

There is nothing left to

conquer but a group of starving refugees.

Sire, you need to

look to your own people.

They are suffering.

This long winter has taken its toll.

Your stores of gold are all but gone.

I implore you.

Abandon this place.

Do you think I want to be here?

Stuck in this filthy, forsaken valley.

I cannot leave.

Don't you understand?

This is all I have.

Without vengeance,

this will have been for nothing.

No.

We cannot show weakness.

Not to her.

This keep will be her dream.

How long do you think we have?

A few days before he breaches the walls.

We cannot fight him.

We cannot call for aid.

Even if we could, who would answer now?

I'm afraid, Ollie-wen.

I cannot save them.

Perhaps not.

But there is something you can do.

You can choose.

You ask who would

come if you called for aid.

Rohan would answer.

People need hope, Hera.

Something to believe in.

No matter how out of reach it may be.

So you can wait and

worry, or you can choose.

You can choose how this ends.

This is your plan.

I never said it was a good one.

Not that I mind carrying this

up eight after the 98 steps, my lady.

But why do you need your father's armor?

My father's helmet and

horn are known throughout the land.

Why do I need the king's armor, Lee?

For hope.

Hope?

Don't ask.

If I don't come

back, will you look after?

Enough of that talk. You're coming back.

I have read that the great eagles

can understand the common tongue of men.

Please, I beg of you.

I need your help.

My people need your help.

ries We've had enough.

Where's the money we were promised?

This isn't about

money. Your mission is to

take that fortress

so we can end this damn w*r!

We care not for your stone towers!

You should.

That fortress is full

of such riches. Room upon room.

Those miserable rebels

inside that keep cannot use it.

They cannot burn it. They cannot eat it.

It's yours. All of

it. Yours for the taking.

What are you doing? The

Hornberg has never been used to store gold.

But they don't know that, do they?

We can wait no longer. Gives the order.

Right, Yula. You

heard Lord Freilark. Time to

abandon Tohn Harrow. We

beg for Gondor at first light.

Lead Northern line! k*ll them all!

He's moving the

siege tower. We're out of time.

Then all is lost.

On the contrary. An attack gives

us a chance. One small chance to escape.

Wolf will throw everything at

us, which means his camp will be empty.

If we can clear the secret tunnel,

our people can reach the mountain pass.

From there, they can make for D'Anharo.

It's too risky. Wolf will see us.

No, he won't.

Because his eye will be fixed on me.

Are you ready? Yes. Good.

Where are we going? Somewhere safe.

Are your soldiers ready?

Aye. They are.

We'll get them to D'Anharo.

Aye, trying.

Leaf?

No. No, this is all wrong.

I'm your guard, miss. I want

to fight by your side till the end.

I need you to

protect what is most important.

I need you to protect our people.

Go on, my dear then.

A straight line, mind you.

Don't be leading them in circles.

He wanted a bride,

and so a bride he shall have.

It's time.

I swore to your father,

from your very first breath,

that I would always be by your side.

I swear it's still to my very last...

What's so funny? Why are you laughing?

Because I get to choose,

and I choose not to be afraid.

Right, strong child.

Let's go.

I got there. Don't look at us.

No, they won't.

Someone stayed behind

to make sure they wouldn't.

To protect us.

Who did?

Have you ever

heard of the Shield Maidens?

No.

They were women of the borderlands.

When all the soldiers

had died, they took up arms.

They defended

Rohan when no one else could.

Some believe they're all gone now.

Are they?

Not all of them.

Advance!

What is this?

You come before me as a bride.

You think after

everything I would marry you?

I am bride to no man.

Tell me then, to whom are you pledged?

Death.

Let us end this wolf

as it began with you and I.

If I best you in

combat, you let my people go.

Why would I agree to such terms?

You have nothing to offer me.

You may wear a crown upon your

head, but that does not make you a king.

I am the last of

the true bloodline of Rohan.

I offer you a chance to

prove yourself worthy of that throne.

You were too much of

a coward to face my father.

So face me now.

The girl is

clever. She is up to something.

Do not take the bait.

I accept your challenge.

You think I am afraid of you.

You should be.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Hold positions!

Hurry! Hurry!

This way.

Keep moving! Keep moving!

Call off your men.

You gave me your word.

I did.

Launch the attack.

No.

The girl was right.

You're a coward.

A coward with no honor.

With or without

honor, men bleed just the same.

Attack! Attack!

Please the girl to me!

Hold your positions!

They're closing in. Move

the last group now. Go! Hurry!

You take care of this.

Our people still have

some or two left in them yet.

Hannah!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

You have lost, Hera.

Hera!

The Hornberg will fall.

Just like your brothers.

Just like the great Helm Hammerhand.

Helm Hammerhand.

The Rays! The Rays!

Helm Hammerhand has come!

You've been danderable now!

Strike me!

For Rowan!

For Ellingars!

Charge!

Our people do not call

this keep for Hornberg anymore.

They have named it for its true king.

Helm's deep.

They have Bye claw to

mark the ray of fallen enemies!

Come back!

I knew it.

From the moment I first met

you, I knew you would be my doom.

Hedda.

Hedda!

After them!

Cut off the retreat!

Cut off the retreat!

Cut off the retreat!

Hedda, you're hurt.

Let them go.

Let them return to

their homes, their loved ones.

Rohan has seen enough w*r.

Show mercy, cousin.

Then let mercy rule this day.

Come on, now.

Don't push, Randy.

The long winter had ended.

The green promise of spring had come.

So began the second line of kings,

and the hope for a more peaceful age.

Freilath Hildeson,

10th King of Rohan,

First Lord of the Second Line.

I present to you

the new Master of Isengard.

Saruman the White.

If he should ever be in

need of assistance, my lord.

It should have been you, Hedda.

I never wanted a crown.

It was always meant for others.

Even so.

You would have worn it well.

I hear you received a message.

Yes, an unexpected invitation.

Of course.

Adventure beckons.

Go well, cousin.

But should your king ever need you?

The king will always have my sword,

my loyalty, and my love.

What are you doing here?

What does it look like?

You're no longer bound to my service.

I know.

So, where are we going?

We ride for the fords

of Iseng to meet a wizard.

He has questions

about the orcs I encountered

and the rings they were stealing.

Oh, I? And does this wizard have a name?

He has many.

But in the common

tongue, he's simply known as Gandalf.

Her name was Hera,

the only daughter of Helm.

Wild, some called

her, head strong and free.

And so she

remained to the end of her days.

You ask who I'm certain need.

Who will come when

the last line is broken,

when the day is over done?

Who will say when?

Who will say when?

You are the wind

that will carry them home.

How?

When the fire burns low, turns into smoke

And all the songs are sung

Run over those and all

the road to battles lost and won

I know a few have

inside, let hope and all the doubt

With dark thin eyes, be the

light when all the light is gone

You ask who I'm certain need.

Who will come when the last line

is broken, when the day is over done?

It's you, your name, they're calling

On the deep, they will rise

Go forth and they will follow

Time to fight, it's time to rise

Hail, Hail, Hail, Hail, Hail, Hail, Hail

You are the wind

that will carry them home

He's no rider, but I stay with the dove

You don't know what fate

awaits, but no, you're not alive

Hail, Hail, Hail,

Hail, Hail, Hail, Hail, Hail

Hail, Hail, Hail, Hail

Take up your shield

maiden, and ride to the world's end