Return of the King, The (1980)

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Hear you now...

A story of good against evil.

An epoch that has its
beginning at an ending...

And ends at a beginning.

Listen, as we speak of the fall
of a Lord of darkness...

And the return of a king of light.

Concern yourselves
with armies and wizards...

Phantoms and emperors...

Cloud-capped towers and bloodied
fields of horrendous carnage.

Consider no less...

Than the cataclysmic transformation...

Of that ancient world
of wonder and magic...

To the world we know now, of man.

What mighty Lord, you may
ask, is hero enough...

To evoke such cosmic metamorphosis?

Why, no Lord at all,
but the littlest of fellows...

Frodo the Hobbit...

And his faithful squire, Samwise.

Who, beginning at the ending,
now approach rivendell...

The elvish home of Elrond...

There to help celebrate
the th birthday...

Of Frodo's aged kin...

Bilbo Baggins,

renowned tormentor of dragons.

Bless my soul! You're
a match for Smaug himself.

All of us, Frodo and Samwise...

Their Hobbit companions,
Merry and Pippin...

Elrond the elf-Lord, and I, Gandalf...

Wished Bilbo only the best.

But as we celebrated far
into the elvish night...

We found it difficult to keep
our aging guest of honor awake.

Nay, Pippin. Not till Bilbo has cut it.

Blast. What a time to fall asleep.

Who's asleep?

Just resting my eyes...

And remembering.

There and back again...

And what happened after.

Remembering, sir?

So many things.

Old Smaug...

Dear Thorin...

That terrible Gollum chap...

The ring of invisibility.

What's become of my ring?

That ring I gave you and you took away.

Oh, yes.

I've lost it, Bilbo dear.

I got rid of it, you know.

Pity. I should have liked to see it again.

But...

Now, how silly of me.

That's what you went for, wasn't it?

To get rid of it.

But why destroy a thing
of such wondrous magic?

It was an evil thing, sir.

Nay!

Without its powers...

I could never have faced the worm, Smaug.

You unwittingly used its evil
forces for good, dear uncle.

Your innocence protected you.

But had you continued to wear it...

Instead of keeping it above
your mantle as a trophy...

Its ever-growing malignancy
would have consumed you...

As it almost consumed Samwise and me

and the whole of Middle-earth.

But this is all so confusing.

So confusing.

Will he never cut the cake?

Patience, Merry. Patience.

Me for a good smoke, while we wait.

What say, master?
- Good notion, Sam.

Bless my soul!

Frodo! You are missing a finger!

You not only lost my ring...

You lost the finger on which it rode?

Frodo, you must explain.

We have brought with us someone...

Who has written a ballad
about the adventures of Frodo:

The Minstrel of Gondor.

♪ Frodo of the nine fingers. ♪

♪ And the ring of doom. ♪

It has its beginnings two ages past...

When Bilbo set forth to
reclaim the dwarf's gold...

From the dragon, Smaug.

And while on his quest, Bilbo
stumbled into a deep, dank cave.

Aw, this part I remember.

♪ When Bilbo found that shiny ring. ♪

♪ In Gollum's cave of gloom. ♪

♪ He never thought. ♪

♪ That it would turn into a ring of doom. ♪

♪ The dragon Smaug the spiders too. ♪

♪ The goblins, the elven-king. ♪

♪ They came to know the power of ♪

♪ the Hobbit and his ring. ♪

♪ Frodo of the nine fingers. ♪

♪ And the ring of doom. ♪

♪ It started with a Hobbit. ♪

♪ In Gollum's cave of gloom. ♪

♪ The power of the ring, it grew. ♪

♪ And Gandalf sat in thought. ♪

♪ He knew that it must be destroyed. ♪

♪ In fires where it was wrought. ♪

♪ For if in evil hands it fell. ♪

♪ The earth would know its end. ♪

♪ No force of arms would win the day. ♪

♪ No army could contend. ♪

For evil flourished everywhere...

And lay on the land
like a festering malignancy.

There was one hope, though:

In a distant land, the noble Aragorn...

Heir to the empty throne of Gondor...

Awaited with a small band
to return and become king.

But he could not triumph
until the ring was destroyed.

so, went the prophecy.

♪ Frodo of the nine fingers. ♪

♪ And the ring of doom. ♪

♪ Accepted a heavy burden. ♪

♪ For the fires to consume ♪

Frodo and his gallant companion, Samwise...

Had many brave adventures...

Until finally they reached
the rocky border of Mordor...

Domain of the Black Lord, Sauron.

There, Frodo was captured and
imprisoned in The Tower of Cirith Ungol.

Samwise vowed to enter
the Orc-infested tower alone...

To save him.

And the ring of doom was missing...

From round Frodo's neck!

♪ Frodo of the nine fingers. ♪

♪ And the ring of doom. ♪

♪ Why does he have nine fingers? ♪

♫ Where is the ring of doom? ♫

One tiny Hobbit against all the
evil the world could muster.

A sane being would have given up.

But Samwise burned with
a magnificent madness...

A glowing obsession to
surmount every obstacle...

To find Frodo, destroy the ring,
and cleanse Middle-earth...

of its festering malignancy.

He knew he would try again, fail
perhaps and try once more...

A thousand, thousand times, if need be.

But he would not give up the quest.

♪ It's so easy not to try. ♪

♪ let the world go drifting by. ♪

♪ If you never say hello, ♪

♪ You won't have to say goodbye. ♪

♪ It's so easy not to try. ♪

♪ never stay around to cry. ♪

♪ Move along when troubles come ♪

♪ like a mindless butterfly. ♪

♪ For what good is it to love ♪

♪ when the loving always ends? ♪

♪ Travel on the road that strays ♪

♪ not the one with hills and bends. ♪

♪ It's so easy not to try. ♪

♪ let the world go drifting by. ♪

♪ If you never say hello, ♪

♪ you won't have to say goodbye. ♪

Subtitles By:
Mighty Mike

You cannot die, master Frodo!

I'll get to you somehow!

Ahh!

Oh.

Oh.

You. Oh! I can feel you
throbbing with excitement!

You know the gates to the land
of Mordor and your dark Lord, Sauron.

Now I must bear your loathsome weight.

But I do it for he who lies
in that accursed tower...

Cirith Ungol:

My sweet master, Frodo.

And, 'tis sting...

Master Frodo's sword.

And his hero's cloak!

Lost 'em with the ring
while doing battle, he did.

They're safe with me
till I find you again, master!

Oh, he can't hear.

Half dead, behind walls of stone.

Serve me, sting, till I can return you.

Here now.

What's this?

Eww.

Dank and foul-smelling...

But it may be a way in.

I got through!

So, I've finally crossed into Mordor.

Orcs in the tower!

Old Bilbo called them goblins.

But whatever the name,
I loathe the vile creatures.

Fighting among themselves?

I could get in!

They wouldn't notice me!

The ring holds me back?

True.

Once the Orcs saw me...

They'd forget their own arguments
for the head of an enemy!

Oh, it's useless to face such odds.

Don't take any chances.

Destroy the thing yourself.

I do it for you, Frodo!

I must be ring bearer now!

♫ The bearer of the ring. ♫

♫ The wearer of the ring. ♫

♫ stands on the very brink of fate. ♫

♫ staring into eyes of
darkness and despair. ♫

♫ that rise and shrink with hate ♫

Oh!

I can feel you change as we draw
near the great furnaces

where in the depths of time,
you were shaped and formed.

Mount Doom!

I could claim you, ring!

I would be Samwise The Strong!

♫ The bearer of the ring. ♫

♫ The wearer of the ring. ♫

♫ He hears a voice compelling him. ♫

♫ Filling him with thoughts
that echo in his mind. ♫

♫ It should be telling him. ♫

♫ "Beware the power is
a power never known." ♫

♫ "Beware the power that was simple, ♫

♫ now has grown." ♫

♫ Beware, O bearer of the ring. ♫

♫ The final power has yet to be shown. ♫

♫ The bearer of the ring. ♫

♫ The wearer of the ring. ♫

♫ Through forces tempting to resist. ♫

♫ Must recall the quest. ♫

♫ To end this darkest age. ♫

♫ That mortal death has kissed. ♫

♫ The bearer of the ring. ♫

♫ The wearer of the ring. ♫

♫ Beware who wears the ring. ♫

Hail Samwise the strong!

Hail the conqueror!

Hail the w*r-king!

Hero of the age!

to the dark tower!

To Barad-dûr!

I claim thee, Barad-dûr!

You are Sauron's no more!

Hail Samwise the strong!

The sun shines for thee alone!

And now I claim
all of the vale of Gorgoroth!

Now let this foul desolation...

This cursed plateau
of the dark Lord, Sauron...

This Orc-infested, desert
of nameless horrors...

Let it blossom forth, and live!

Let it live for Samwise the strong!

Hooray!

Samwise the strong!

Behold!

The gardens of my delight!

So, I shall transform the world!

All could be mine...

If I but claim thee, ring!

Nooo!

What brought me back?

Plain Hobbit sense.

I know in my heart I'm not
enough to bear such a burden.

One small garden of a free gardener...

Is all my need and due.

My own hands to use...

Not the hands of others to command.

♪ Less can be more ♪

♪ and small can be beautiful ♪

♪ for life isn't all ♪

♪ just big and wonderful. ♪

♪ What do I need when you
get right down to it? ♪

♪ All my cares come from greed ♪

♪ and its time that I knew it. ♪

♪ Things I can't do without ♪

♪ are the small things that ♪

♪ life is all about. ♪

♪ Less can be more

♪ and small can be beautiful ♪

♪ I don't want it all ♪

♪ just part of wonderful ♪

♪ for what do I need ♪

♪ when you get right down to it ♪

♪ just a garden and seed ♪

♪ and the love to pursue it. ♪

♪ Things I can't do without ♪

♪ are the small things that ♪

♪ life is all about. ♪

No, such a quest is not for me.

Frodo lives.

And only he knows
how to destroy the ring...

In the cracks of doom.

Only he can find the fire.

Dear master Frodo.

I will find you.

Somehow.

An ancient world of towered
fortress cities.

Cirith Ungol...

Guarding the entrance
to the lands of Mordor.

Barad-dûr, palace of the dark Lord, Sauron.

And now, look you to yet another.

Minas Tirith, chief city of Gondor...

Last bastion of hope
for the powers of light and good.

From the battlement atop the citadel,
like a mariner in a mountainous ship...

One could look sheer
down upon the gate feet below.

And still this was not the top.

Behold! The White Tower.

At the top, the banner of the stewards
who governed the city...

Its silken arms embracing
a domain more fitting Gwaihir...

Lord of the eagles than those
whose emblem it bore.

All this, Minas Tirith was.

But now, under siege,
the sparkling gem of Gondor...

Had become dull and flawed
with the hell of w*r.

The once-lush fields of Pelennor,
now a wasted battleground...

Upon which Sauron's forces of evil
celebrated their victories.

Far superior in number
to the battle-ravaged Gondor forces...

They mounted their monster oliphaunts...

To ride in the rocking, armored towers,
to their almost certain victory.

And in the heavens, where no
living thing dare now venture...

Sauron's phantom lieutenants, the Nazgûl,
astride their devil steeds...

Scream battle cries of vile encouragement.

High in the White Tower, Lord
Denethor, Chief Steward of Gondor...

His mind broken as his city
crumbled about him...

Had succumbed to an eerie
fire of the brain...

And, in his madness,
ordered his own execution.

You must stop him!

His word is law!

I'll find Gandalf!

The Hobbit, Pippin, who had proved
a most valuable assistant for me...

Rushed to the battlement.

Where I, Gandalf...

And the Gondor generals searched
the distance in vain...

For a sign of our rescuers.

For we awaited Théoden...

A valuable Ally, Lord
of the friendly nation of Rohan...

For whom we had dispatched
Pippin's Hobbit friend, little Merry...

To inform him of our perilous
condition and to beseech his aid.

For we wondered, would he and
his armies come to our rescue?

Forward! To Minas Tirith!

Aye! Forward!

Forward! Forward!

For only Théoden could save our city...

And make it safe for the return of Aragorn.

But we feared he would come too late.

What? Denethor?

He's gone loony, I tell you!

Come quickly.

You cannot do this!

Nay, soon all shall be burned.

The west has failed.

It shall go up in a great fire...

And all shall be ended.

Ash!

Ash and smoke blown away on the wind.

All shall not be ended.
Théoden's forces are on their way!

Pride and despair!

Pride and despair!

Didst thou think the eyes
of the White Tower were blind?

Here..

I have looked inside my palantir.

What is that?

Palantir. The stuff of wizards.

A crystal ball to see the future.

I have seen more than thou
knowest, gray fool.

Thy hope is but ignorance.

Even with the forces
of Théoden, there is no hope.

Oh go forth and fight!

Vanity!

For a little space you may
triumph on the field...

For a day.

But against the dark power...

That now rises, there is no victory.

To this dying city, only the first
fingers of its hand...

Have yet been stretched.

All the east is moving!

And even now, the wind
of thy hope cheats thee...

And wafts up an enemy
fleet with black sails.

Up the great river, Anduin
they come, even now.

The river which leads to the edge...

Of the Pelennor fields.

[font color "#FF C "]A Black Fleet? A devil's armada?

[font color "#FF C "]Do those palantir things ever lie?

Never!

The west has failed!

It is time for all to depart this life...

Who would not be sl*ves!

Servants, come hither!

So, passes Denethor, son of Ecthelion.

And so, pass also the days of Gondor.

For good or evil they have ended.

You must take charge, Gandalf.

You must lead our forces now...

Until Aragorn returns to claim
the throne of Gondor.

If he returns.

Gandalf, you...

I saw the vision in the palantir.
A dark fleet.

Is there no hope?

None.

Unless the ring be destroyed.

But alas, it is lost
with its bearer, Frodo.

All is gone.

I, Gandalf was without hope.

For I did not know
that at that very moment...

At that other towered fortress...

The future of all good in the world...

Rested upon the wits
and the tiny shoulders...

Of poor little Samwise...

Who, still undetected by the Orcs within...

Approached the gates
of the Tower of Cirith Ungol.

But to get through those gates...

He would have to pass the two watchers.

Though carved from huge
blocks of solid stone...

Some dreadful spirit of evil
vigilance abode in them...

And they were aware.

My imagination's running away with me.

They're made of stone.
What harm can they do?

Don't get too c*ck, Samwise.

Orcs aren't made of stone,
and they have ears.

Though where the blazes are they?

I thought the tower was full of them.

Eww!

Oh, but they give me the shivers.

Oh, forget about them. Get
past as quick as I can!

Oof!

Bless my soul.

Like some invisible gate.

Oh. That's how the watchers keep guard, eh?

Blast!

How do I get through, or climb over,
or under something I can't see?

How?

Ouch!

Something's burning me.

What's this? A phial?

And what magic is in it to make it glow so?

They're opening up!

Thank you, old boys.

It was bad manners you showed me before.

Handy, this thing.

An alarm! That's done it.

I'm ready for you.

Tell your captains that a great
elf warrior has called...

With his elf blade!

Yeaaa!

They're all dead.

Why?

The tower was crawling with
them just a few hours ago.

Looks like they were
fighting among themselves.

But what for?

Well, there's a lot less of you
left to attack Minas Tirith!

Goodbye and good riddance!

The whole tower climbs backwards-like.

I'll follow these lights.

This must be the entrance to the top tier.

Frodo can't be far away.

An Orc! They're not all dead!

k*ll him! Bone him! Boil him!

There's a sweet one for you!

Split him in two!

Can't let him have the ring!

No.

No!

Now what the blazes made him do that?

Come back here!

No! No!

The great elf warrior is loose! Stop.

Stop, or I'll skin you alive!

Mercy! Mercy!

I'll think about it! I have
some questions, filthy one.

Yes? I'll tell you anything.

The Hobbit, Frodo, is he still alive?

If anything still lives here, he does.

What happened here? Why all this carnage?

Our captains made battle
and ordered us to fight also.

What was in contest?

The Hobbit's pretty coat when
he reveals its hiding place.

You k*lled each other
for that blasted cloak?

Well, I have it! Not Frodo.

You?

You're just a Hobbit.

Give me the coat.

Get back!

No!

Nooo!

This..

This must...

Be the top.

Anything above?

Yes.

There is something!

Oh.

Frodo!

Stop that, you pig!

Ahh!

Oh.

Frodo.

Dear master. Oh, Frodo.

You live.

You live! You live!

Am I still dreaming?

No dream, master.

It's real. I've come.

Sam. Dear Sam.

I feel like a child at rest.

When night fears are driven away

by some loved voice.

Come, Mr. Frodo.

I still must get you out of this place.

Please, dear master, wake up.

They hovered over me.

Gloating, fingering their knives.

The whips, their claws, their eyes...

Don't think about it.

Let me help you to your feet.

But, oh dear.

The quest.

The quest has failed.

Failed? Oh, no sir.

Oh yes. The ring is gone, dear Sam.

And so, even if we could get
out of here, we can't escape.

For evil is everywhere.

And only elves can escape Middle-earth.

They board the white ships
at the Grey Havens...

And sail off to the lands beyond.

♪ Roads go ever ever on ♪

♪ to the lands beyond the sea ♪

♪ on a white ship will I sail ♪

♪ watching shadows part for me ♪

Don't even think of passing on!

The quest has not failed, master!

You don't understand. The
orcs took everything!

Everything!

Not everything. Look.

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

You must have lost it in the struggle.
I found it.

Samwise, you are a marvel!

I'll keep it round my neck...

For it's too heavy for you
to bear in your condition.

Give it to me!

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

All right, Mr. Frodo. Here it is.

♫ beware the power
is a power never known. ♫

♫ beware the power
that was simple now has grown. ♫

♫ beware. ♫

You filthy, slimy thief!

I have the power now.

Oh! Master, no.

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

It's the ring. The ring!

Oh Sam. What have I said?

What have I done? Forgive me.

I'd forgotten its malevolent trickery.

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

But I must carry the burden to the end.

It can't be altered. You
can't come between...

Me and this doom.

As you wish, master.
I also have found sting.

Might I keep it with me a little longer?

I have the strength to use it. And
you, with your wound and all...

Yes, of course, dear Sam.

And your cloak which I wear.

In a pocket I found this.

It has powers. It got me
past the watchers. What is it?

The phial of Galadriel! I can say no more.

But if I betray the trust and give
the secret, its powers will die.

I understand.

But now we must get out of here quickly.

I know the chain mail's heavy for you.
But we may need it.

And I can't leave anything behind, so
I'll wear the Orc garb over my own.

Well...

Don't we make a fine, matching pair.
Now, off to Mount Doom.

Hope you've made inquiries
about inns along the road?

- Inns, master?
- For food and drink.

Only the best for two fine Orcs.

There's nothing, master,
and you know it well.

Save for the few crumbs of cake
and drops of water left in my pack.

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

The food we might manage,

but the water's going to be bad business.

We'll make it.

But we'd best start, or a whole
lake of it won't do us any good!

Aye.

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

I'll get used to it. Come.

I'm going to faint, Sam. I don't
know what's come over me.

It's that invisible gate.
There's some devilry there.

But I got through once.

Now for it!

It's still there!

This is not working.

They were expecting it!
Their will is strong.

It needs helping.

We've broken the watchers' will!

We've still a chance, Samwise.

There's still a chance to destroy the ring.

A black rider. The Nazgûl.

Run, Mr. Frodo.

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

Careful, Mr. Frodo.

I can't. Not another step.

We must keep going, master.

The Nazgûl is in charge of the tower now!

A black rider is not so
easy to fool as the Orcs.

A moment. Just give me a moment.

Begging your pardon, sir,
but there's no time.

Listen as the foul flying demon

gives alarm to the whole vale of Gorgoroth!

He's rallying the dark
forces to defend the tower.

Soon they'll be upon us.
We've got to get away and hide!

Yes, of course, dear Sam.

Listen.

We'd best get across the bridge,
sir, while we've still time.

If Sauron himself was to offer me
a glass of water, I'd shake his hand.

Don't say such things.
It only makes it worse.

- Oh!
- Sam!

A spot of dizziness there. I'm sorry.

'Tis a long time, Mr. Frodo,
since I had a proper sleep.

Come, Sam, we shall support each other.

It's no good, Sam.

I can't manage the weight
of this mail shirt.

It's of no use anyway. We shall
never get through by fighting.

We may have some to do.

We won't take on armies.

But who knows what's
down here in this canyon...

Slithering behind the rocks?

No, Sam, it must go.

What about that Gollum
creature, for instance?

The Gollum isn't dead,
and he's still after that ring!

I'd hate to think of you with
naught but a bit of leather...

Between you and a stab in the dark.

This hellish Mordor.

First, it sears you, then it freezes you.

Mr. Frodo...

Maybe we could rest just a little.

My eyes are fair closing by themselves.

Not here.

I didn't want to say anything...

But there's a black
rider, a Nazgûl, over us.

I can feel it. We must keep moving.

Only... a little more...
to climb out... of the canyon.

Then we'll take a look...

And see what the vale
of Gorgoroth holds for us.

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

And just look at it.

God help us.

Behold Gorgoroth!

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

Pretty hopeless, I call it.

Yes. And these dark armies
are not only of Orcs.

There are men, too!

We just can't cross all that open
country crawling with enemies.

Still, Sam, we shall have to try.

♫ It's so easy not to try ♫

♫ let the world go drifting by. ♫

♫ If you never say hello, ♫

♫ you won't have to say goodbye. ♫

It's no worse than I expected.

I never hoped to get across...

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

I think we can make it
to the next Boulder, master.

No one is about.

Blasted moonlight.

Traveling by night's almost
as bad as by day.

Come now, sir. I'll help.

Got to rest.

If you please, sir. Me too.

Just...

Just for a few minutes.

♫ Where there's a whip. ♫

♫ There's a way. ♫

♫ Where there's a whip. ♫

♫ There's a way. ♫

♫ Where there's a whip. ♫

♫ We don't want to go to w*r today ♫
♫ There's a way. ♫

♫ but the Lord of the lash says, ♫
♫ Where there's a whip. ♫

♫ 'Nay, nay, nay'. ♫
♫ There's a way. ♫

♫ We're gonna march all day, ♫

♫ all day, all day. ♫

♫ Where there's a whip, there's a way. ♫

♫ Where there's a whip. ♫

♫ There's a way. ♫

♫ Where there's a whip. ♫

♫ There's a way. ♫

♫ Where there's a whip, there's a way. ♫

♫ Left, right, left, right, left. ♫

♫ Where there's a whip, there's a way. ♫

♫ Left, right. ♫

♫ A crack on the back says,
'we're gonna fight'. ♫

♫ We're gonna march all day and night. ♫

♫ and more. ♫

♫ For we're the sl*ves ♫

♫ of the Dark Lord's w*r. ♫

♫ of the Dark Lord's w*r. ♫
♫ Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. ♫

♫ Where there's a whip. ♫

♫ There's a way. ♫

♫ Where there's a whip. ♫

♫ There's a way. ♫

♫ Where there's a whip. ♫

♫ We don't want to go to w*r today. ♫
♫ There's a way. ♫

♫ but the Lord of the lash says, ♫
♫ Where there's a whip. ♫

♫ 'Nay, nay, nay'. ♫
♫ There's a way. ♫

♫ We're gonna march all day, ♫

♫ all day, all day. ♫

♫ Where there's a whip, there's a way. ♫
♫ Where there's a whip, there's a way. ♫

♫ Left, Right, Left. ♫

♫ Right, Left, Right. ♫

♫ Left, Right, Left. ♫

♫ Right, Left, right. ♫

♫ left, right, left. ♫

♫ ..., ..., .... ♫

Mr. Frodo.

Huh? What is it?

Now we've gone and done it.

Slept through till daylight.

With only this fool rock
between us and them armies.

Look out!

What have we here? Two deserters?

Up with you! Get in line!

We're in luck.

- He thinks we're Orcs.
- Luck?

Good sir, we're gonna be marching
with the whole blinking army...

Back to Cirith Ungol where we started from!

Come on, you slugs!

♫ Where there's a whip. ♫

♫ We don't want to go to w*r today. ♫
Move it!

♫ but the Lord of the lash says, ♫
♫ Where there's a whip. ♫

♫ 'Nay, nay, nay'. ♫
♫ There's a way. ♫

♫ We're gonna march all day, ♫

♫ all day, all day. ♫

♫ Where there's a whip, there's a way. ♫
♫ Where there's a whip, there's a way. ♫

I can't... I can't continue.

I'd rather be singing a good
old hobbit song myself.

At least they gave us
provisions for our packs.

But Orc food is enough to turn
a rodent sick.

Samwise, we have got to break ranks.

Not while old whipper there is watching.

Don't worry, master. The
opportunity will come.

Halt.

What do you mean, halt?

I have a battalion of men
to move across your road.

Well I've got a battalion
of Orcs to move across yours.

You wait!

Men come before Orcs. Get back.

I think this is it! You
stay right here, sir.

You going to stand for that, sir?

Get back in line!

You mean you're going to let a pack
of filthy man-creatures go before us?

Uh?

Well, uh?

And you call yourself an Orc?

You're right.

Rraah!

k*ll them, bone them, cut them to bits!

Smash them, bash them!

Skin them alive!

smash them, bash them!

skin them alive!

Not an inch.

Not an inch further can I move.

Come, Mr. Frodo.

One more crawl and then you can lie still.

A bit further.

This way, sir.

No use. Going to die. Can't see a thing.

Oh!

Mr. Frodo!

Don't die, Mr. Frodo.

Oh! You can't die. Please, master.

Oh, if any power of good can
hear us in this accursed land...

Give us help.

Help us!

Power of good?

Indeed, was there none left
in all Middle-earth...

With strength to aid our dying cause?

For at that moment, the forces of darkness
made ready to break the main gate...

With a mighty battering ram
which they had named Grond.

Long had it been forging
in the dark smithies of Mordor...

And on it spells of ruin.

Grond!

Grond!

Grond!

Grond!

The gate will never stand up to that thing!

Like the arm of the devil himself!

When the gates break I shall
be there to greet it!

Have my steed, shadowfax, made ready!

- Farewell, Pippin.
I go with you, sir.

Then we leave this life together.
Come, little one.

On, shadowfax!

The Lord of the Nazgûl...

Sauron's second-in-command.

A creature of the super-natural...

And so, no living man could hinder him...

Nor bring him harm in any way.

He was invulnerable!

You cannot enter here!

Go back to the abyss prepared for you!

Go back! Fall to the nothingness
that awaits you and your master. Go!

Old fool!

This is my hour.

Do you not know death when you see it?

Die now and curse in vain!

And, as from some courtyard
of the city, a c*ck crowed...

Recking nothing of wizardry or w*r...

Welcoming only the morning...

That in the sky far
above the shadows of death...

Was coming with the dawn.

For as if in answer there came
from far away, another note.

Horns! Horns! Horns!

Over the fields of Pelennor,
they echoed from the distance.

Great horns in the north, wildly blowing.

Théoden and the rescuing arms
of Rohan had come at last.

Ride now.

Ride now!

Ride now, to Gondor!

And victory was slipping
from the grasp of evil...

Even as he stretched
out his hand to seize it.

And the strength of goodness
began to be felt once more...

throughout the lands.

Had a prayer been answered?

Water. Give me water.

Oh, master! Thank heaven!

Here, not too much now.

Not all at once.

He's weakening.

I feel it. Sauron is weakening.

But he is still in command.

His arm is long, and it wields great power.

No, master. You must rest.

I must still destroy the ring.

I've more of a chance now...

But there's still such a long way to go.

That's tomorrow, Mr. Frodo, tomorrow.

♪ Leave tomorrow till it comes ♪

♪ sleep will ease your mind. ♪

♪ With the dawn, you'll find ♪

♪ problems realigned a different way ♪

♪ than yesterday. ♪

♪ Leave tomorrow till it comes ♪

♪ time is moving fast. ♪

♪ Don't go pushing past ♪

♪ endings of the day were meant to last ♪

♪ till yesterday. ♪

♪ Tangled dreams unfold, ♪

♪ and webs may disappear. ♪

♪ Stories are retold, ♪

♪ and cloudy thoughts will clear. ♪

♪ Leave tomorrow till it comes ♪

♪ sleep will ease your mind. ♪

♪ With the dawn, you'll find ♪

♪ problems realigned a different way ♪

♪ than yesterday... ♪

♪ Than yesterday. ♪

And as the battle raged anew
on the fields of Pelennor...

The carnage continuing endlessly
through the days and nights...

The real victory still lay in the
hands of Frodo and Samwise...

And the terrible weight
they bore closer and closer...

To the destruction,
which was our only hope.

And finally, almost dead...

Without fully realizing
they had reached the roots...

Of the accursed Mount Doom.

Come, Sam. Dear Sam.

For the rest of the way we shall crawl.

And so, foot by foot...

Like small gray insects...

They crept up the slope...

Ever closer to that which lay
inside the mountain...

The fire, and the cracks of doom.

♫ Doom. ♫

♫ the cracks of doom. ♫

♫ The chambers of fire. ♫

♫ The fires of doom. ♫

Who causes the minutes to fall dead...

Adding up to no passing hour...

Bringing no change from day to night...

As the unseen sun fails to filter
into the ever-present shadows?

Who is this dark Lord who turns
starless nights into sunless days?

How does his piercing eye see
through the ever-present darkness?

Seeing all and nothing.

The restless eye, in his dark tower...

Wearing a veil of protective
shadow he has woven from fear.

And yet he fears, too.

In the security of his protective realm...

He fears the winds of the world
are turning against him.

Tearing aside his veils
and troubling him...

With tidings of bold spies that have
passed through his fences.

♫ Doom. ♫

♫ The cracks of doom. ♫

♫ The chambers of fire. ♫

♫ The fires of doom. ♫

Did you see when the clouds parted?

Yes.

He's spotted us!

It's all up, or will soon be.

This is the end of ends!

No, still have a chance.

Bless you, sir, for your bravery!

Give me the strength.

I ask you: Give me
the strength to try once more.

Gollum.

Gollum Gollum.

Gollum.

Gollum Gollum.

Wicked master.

God help us.

Gollum.

Wicked master cheats us.

Gollum.

He mustn't go that way!

He mustn't hurt... Precious.

Away, you scum.

What do you want of us?

Give it to Gollum, yes, give it to us!

Give it. Give it!

Give it to us!

A-ha!

Ahh!

My Precious, my ring.

Soon it will be mine...

All mine!

Precious, oh, my Precious.

Precious.

Precious!

Precious is mine.

Mine!

Mine!

You foul, reeking scum!

I'll k*ll you!

I can't strike! I may hit Mr. Frodo.

Let me get hold of the ring.

♫ The bearer of the ring. ♫

♫ The wearer of the ring ♫

♫ stands on the very brink of fate. ♫

♫ Staring into eyes
of darkness and despair ♫

♫ that rise and shrink with hate. ♫

Be gone and trouble me no more!

If you touch me ever again...

You shall be cast, yourself,
into the fire of doom.

Look out! He'll spring again.

Quick, master, no time to lose. Go on!

I'll deal with him! Go on!

Now I can deal with you!

Don't k*ll us. Don't hurt us.

Let us live, please.

Let us live, just a little longer.

Live.

Gollum.

Gollum.

Gollum.

Gollum.

Lost.

Lost!

We are lost!

And when Precious... goes...

We'll die,... yes.

All of us... die... into the dusts.

Die... into... the dust.

How can I k*ll such a pitiful
and cringing abomination?

I have come to know the strain of bearing
the ring for even a little while.

But this miserable creature
enslaved to it for years...

Oh curse you, you stinking thing!

Be off! I don't trust you, not
as far as I could kick you.

But be off or I shall hurt you
with nasty cruel steel. Yes!

Now to find Mr. Frodo again.

And here it is. Sammath Naur!

Doorway to the gut of the mountain,
and to hell itself, for all I know.

Dark, hot, reeking.

Frodo! Master!

There's no choice.

I have to go in.

And at the battle of the Pelennor
fields the tide had turned...

With the arrival of Théoden
and the armies of Rohan.

Hail proud Merry!
- Hail Pippin.

Bless you for a sure eye, old friend.
How good to see you!

Bless you for bringing
Théoden and his army.

You've won the day for us!

In the midst of Théoden's glory,
his golden shield was dimmed.

The new morning was blotted from the sky.
And the dark fell upon him.

Fear no darkness, snowmane.

No, snowmane! No!

And the dark force had claimed
our savior, Lord of Rohan.

Lord Théoden! Nay.

Oh, my dear master. Oh, the horror.

No, my friend. He is gone!

You can do nothing.

Hear me!

Hear me, O darkness!

I will avenge my Lord!

And what event...

At just that moment caused
evil to enlist such power?

Nothing here, surely.

But in the bowels of Mount Doom...

Master! Mr. Frodo.

Master, where are you?

Behold! The crack of doom!

- Master!
- Hold! Get back!

Master, it is me, Samwise!

And if that be the crack of doom...

At last do what you've come
all this distance to do!

Now!

I have come. But I do not choose
to do now what I have come to do!

♫ The bearer of the ring
the wearer of the ring. ♫

♫ he hears a voice compelling him. ♫

♫ Filling him with thoughts
that echo in his mind. ♫

♫ It should be telling him. ♫

No, MightyMike let
the ring claim you!

No, Mr. Frodo. Don't let
the ring claim you!

♫ Beware the power
is a power never known. ♫

♫ Beware the power that
was simple now has grown. ♫

♫ Beware, oh wearer of the ring. ♫

♫ The final power has yet to be shown. ♫

Get back! I am not the ring's!

The ring is mine. Look!

Master!

No.

No!

Please!

No!

He had come again,

bringing ruin. Turning hope
to despair, and victory to death.

Be gone, foul Dwimmerlaik, Lord of carrion.

Leave the dead in peace!

Come not between the Nazgûl and his prey

or he will slay thee in turn!

Do what you will.
I will hinder it, if I may!

Hinder me? Thou fool.

Dost thou not know the prophecy?

"No living man may hinder me."

But no living man am I!

You look upon a woman. Eowyn am I.

You stand between me and my Lord and kin.

Be gone for living or dark undead
I will smite you if you touch him!

A woman? Eowyn?

'Tis Lord Théoden's niece!

She wanted to ride with us, but he forbade.

She disguised as a knight
and she came hither!

A foul, putrid wind!

How does she bear the stench of it?

Strong she is, and brave.

I must to her aid!

No!

It's ...

It's empty!

Uncle, I have avenged thee!

Théoden was borne
from the field with honor.

And we wondered if, when our own Lord,
King Aragorn, returned...

Would his fate be the same?

With the death of the Nazgûl Lord,
Sauron's forces lost heart...

And began a retreat of abysmal disarray.

And then, as if our triumph
were but a child's toy...

A game with which Sauron
was playing and taunting us...

The tide of battle suddenly changed.

For from the wretched forces
of evil, a new cry of hope went up.

The Black Fleet!

That which I dreaded had happened.

For if enemy-laden ships had
come from this direction...

It meant that the black forces had
already conquered Ethir and Lebennin...

Lands we had thought safely ours.

The tide had turned still one more time...

And this time, against us!

But behold!

As the flagship's standard
broke the wind...

It displayed the sign no
Lord had borne for years...

And which only one Lord could bear:

Aragon! He who would be
our king had returned!

And the hosts of Mordor were
seized with bewilderment...

And they fled.

That night we held council.

While Aragorn had the enemy on the run...

He decided to pursue them into Mordor...

Across the Gorgoroth Plateau...

And to the bastion of Sauron himself,
the dark tower of Barad-dûr.

The shortest way would be
through the pass at Cirith Ungol.

But that is narrow and dangerous
to move an army through.

And so, he decided to march
along the mountains, north...

And then west...

To the haunted pass of Cirith Gorgor...

And the untold legions of the Black Lord.

Why so glum, wizard?

Does the mere thought of Sauron's vast
forces overwhelm your spirit?

This w*r is without final hope.

Victory cannot be achieved
by force of arms...

Whether you sit here
to endure siege after siege

or march out to be overwhelmed.

You have only a choice of evils!

Then, if the choice be mine...

I choose to march!

And for days and nights march we did.

But my spirit was leaden.

♫ Win the battle, lose the w*r. ♫

♫ Choice of evils lie before your feet. ♫

♫ Retreat, retreat, retreat. ♫

And finally, the pass.

Guarded by the Towers of the Teeth.

And inside, the Orcs made
song to match my spirit.

♫ If you win then you will lose. ♫

♫ Choice of evils yours to choose.
Retreat. ♫

♫ Retreat, retreat, retreat. ♫

♫ You are standing
in the eye of the storm ♫

♫ move an inch and you'll be dead. ♫

♫ You are standing underneath ♫

♫ the Towers of the Teeth
and the eye blazes red. ♫

♫ Win the battle lose the w*r. ♫

♫ Choice of evils lie before your feet. ♫

♫ Retreat, retreat, retreat. ♫

Silence!

Come forth!

The King of Gondor...

Demands the Black Lord to come forth...

Atone for his evils
and depart them forever!

Come forth!

I am the mouth of Sauron!

His emissary, you mean.

For you be no wraith, but made
from flesh and blood

beneath that mask and those
robes, even as I!

Is there anyone in this rout
with authority to treat with me?

Not thou, Aragorn.

It needs more to make a king
than a rabble such as this.

We shall see!

Be warned.

You are hopelessly outnumbered here.

Our decision is made.

Be gone!

We did not come here to waste words
in treating with the likes of you...

One of Sauron's sl*ves.

Be gone!

We will meet your armies!

Ahhh!

♫ You are standing
in the eye of the storm. ♫

♫ Move an inch and you'll be dead. ♫

♫ You are standing underneath
the towers of the teeth ♫

♫ and the eye blazes red. ♫

As I faced my own, almost certain death...

I wondered, has he the ring?

Has Sauron really got the ring?

Where is the ring?

Had I, but known that deep
in the bowels of Mount Doom...

Samwise had been searching these
many days for his master...

Until he himself had reached
the core, the fiery forge itself.

And this, at last, is it...

The end of Frodo's quest.

But instead of his triumph,
it ends with his madness.

What is that?!?

Ow!

Gollum!

Here?

Fighting with something that is not there?

Mr. Frodo!

Invisible!

♫ Frodo of the nine fingers ♫

♫ and the ring of doom. ♫

♫ Why does he have nine fingers. ♫

Yaaah!

Mr. Frodo!

♫ Where is the ring of doom? ♫

Precious! Precious!

Oh my Precious!

Oh, my Precious!

Oh, my master! Your poor hand!

Oh, my master!

'Tis better this way!

'Tis better than that madness!

Look!

Mine!

Yah yah!

My ring mine!

Mine mine mine ring!

Ahhh!

Precious!

Gollum has completed our quest.

The ring is destroyed in the fires
where it was wrought!

At last...

The ring exists no more!

She's erupting!

Quick, master, back through
these cracks. Run. Run!

All Mordor is being destroyed!

How?

How? There is but one answer.

The ring bearer has fulfilled his quest.

The realm of Sauron is ended!

And with him, us!

For the quake cannot tell
good from evil, my friend.

Nay, look! See ye!

The Lord of the eagles and his legions!

Our armies are saved!

It's no use! The lava will have us!

I am glad you are with me here
at the end of all things, Sam.

And you with me, master.

I don't want to give up yet.

It's not like me somehow,
if you understand.

Maybe not, Sam. But
it's like things are in the world.

Hopes fail

an end comes.

There is no escape.

Die well, Samwise!

Yes, once again...

As he had so many times in the past...

Gwaihir, the magnificent lord
of the eagles, had come to our rescue.

The mighty w*r birds returned
us to Minas Tirith...

Where months later...

Our dead buried, our wounded healed...

The fields of Pelennor
green with springtime...

The city cleansed and rebuilt...

The standard of king Aragorn
was raised finally...

To the top of the White Tower.

And down below, the restored
great gate swung open...

And King Aragorn officially took
possession of his capital city.

Behold! The return of the king!

♫ The end of the ring,
the return of the king. ♫

♫ A new age has come to the land. ♫

♫ The end of the ring,
the return of the king. ♫

♫ He shall rule with a true healing hand. ♫

♫ The quest is done. ♫

♫ The battle won. ♫

♫ And all have lost in the winning. ♫

♫ Oft hope is born. ♫

♫ when all's forlorn ♫

♫ and there's a new beginning. ♫

♫ He who had the courage not to fail. ♫

♫ The bearer of the ring we hail. ♫

♫ Praise them. ♫

♫ Praise them. ♫

♫ Praise them with great praise. ♫

♫ Praise them with great praise. ♫

♫ The end of the ring,
the return of the king ♫

♫ a new age has come to the land. ♫

♫ The end of the ring,
the return of the king. ♫

♫ He shall rule ♫

♫ with a true ♫

♫ healing hand. ♫

♫ Ah. ♫

♫ Ah.. ♫

♫ Ah... ♫

♪ Frodo of the nine fingers ♪

♪ and the ring of doom. ♪

And now we all know.

But alas, look.

Just resting my eyes.

Sweet Bilbo, you will return
with us tomorrow to Hobbitown...

Where you may rest your eyes
as much as you wish.

Return?

Nay.

On the morrow...

I depart with Elrond and Gandalf.

Depart?

From the Grey Havens.

On the White Ship.

What means this?

We are old, our job is done.

The third age of Middle-earth is over...

As we pass on to the lands
beyond the sea...

The new age of man begins.

I shall miss you.

But I thought only elves departed thus.

How can Bilbo join you?

Bilbo has served us well.

There is always room for a friend.

Have I served thee well?

Need you ask such a question?

I have grown weary of this world.

The weight of the ring
all of these years...

Has worn me far beyond my age.

I would, if it pleases you...

Set sail with you on the morrow.

Good friend, savior
of all we hold precious...

Of course, thou might join us.

Mr. Frodo.

We cannot be parted.

But, must I go, too?

Nay, dear Sam.

You are still young in spirit.

You and Merry and Pippin.

A good life awaits you back in the Shire.

With plump Hobbit wives...

Good Hobbit meals...

Long leisurely smokings
of good Hobbit pipes.

And laps filled with bouncing
Hobbit babies.

Now you must keep the book
of the Hobbits up to date.

I...

I will.

The Orcs and trolls have gone to dust...

The elves are slowly departing.

Dwarfs have disappeared
into their misty mountains...

And there have been no dragons for ages.

Right!

What troubles you, Sam?

Will there be no room for Hobbits
in this new age of man?

I think so. For of us all, Hobbits
are the closest to man...

The most human.

And one day they will be as men are.

Look you.

Frodo is a bit larger than Bilbo,
just as you are larger than Frodo.

And younger still than you,
and larger are Merry and Pippin.

And, if you keep the book
of the Hobbits as Frodo asked...

Ages from now, when
your stories are still told...

There will be those humans who might
well wonder, is there Hobbit in me?

Is there?

♪ Roads go ever, ever on. ♪

♪ To the lands beyond the sea. ♪

♪ On a white ship will I sail. ♪

♪ Watching shadows part for me. ♪

♪ Leaving havens gray with rain. ♪

♪ Now that years have slipped away. ♪

♪ Leaving friends with gentle pain. ♪

♪ As they start another day. ♪

♪ Roads I traveled I must leave. ♪

♪ For I've turned the final bend. ♪

♪ Weep not empty tears but grieve. ♪

♪ As the road comes to an end. ♪

♪ It's so easy not to try. ♪

♪ Let the world go drifting by. ♪

♪ If you never say hello. ♪

♪ You won't have to say goodbye. ♪

And lo, as foretold...

The epoch of the return of the king
ends at the beginning...

Of the new age of man.

♪ If you never say hello. ♪

♪ You won't have to say goodbye. ♪

Subtitles By:
Mighty Mike

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