The Weathertop

Saruman gets instructions from Sauron and the fight on Amon Sûl

Saruman:

(is using the Palantir) The power of Isengard is at your command, Sauron, Lord of the Earth.

Sauron:

Build me an army worthy of Mordor.

­­Saruman sits in his study, looking uncomfortable. Orcs enter, looking out of place.­­

Orc:

What orders from Mordor, my lord? What does the Eye command?

Saruman:

We have work to do.

­­Orcs begin pulling down trees. Gandalf observes from his prison atop the tower.­­

Orc:

The trees are strong, my lord. Their roots go deep.

Saruman:

Rip them all down.

­­Frodo and company cross harsh lands.­­

Aragorn:

This was once the great watchtower of Amon Sûl. We will rest here tonight.

Aragorn:

(unwraps four swords, passes them out to thr hobbits) These are for you. Keep them close. I'm going to have a look around. Stay here.

Frodo:

(is napping, wakes up to find the others have built a fire) What are you doing?

Merry:

Sausages, tomatoes, nice crispy bacon!

Sam:

We saved some for you!

Frodo:

Put it out, you fools, put it out!

Frodo:

stamps out the fire

Merry:

That's nice, ash on my tomatoes.

­­They look over the edge to find Ringwraiths approaching.­­

Frodo:

(pulls out his sword) Go!

­­The hobbits retreat to the center of the ruin, stand back to back, not knowing where the Wraiths will come from. Five Wraiths enter the ruin.­­

Sam:

Back, you devils!

­­Sam tries to fight them, gets tossed aside. Merry and Merry step in front, get pushed away. Frodo drops his sword, backs away. Falls down. The Wraiths seem to know he has the Ring. He pulls it out of his pocket, and they all focus on it. Wraiths close in, and he puts on the ring. The Ringwraith leader tries to take the ring. It takes all Frodo's strength to pull it away. The Wraith seems angry that Frodo has denied him and stabs him in the shoulder. Aragorn attacks Wraiths, Frodo takes the ring off.­­

Sam:

Frodo! (runs to Frodo)

Frodo:

Oh, Sam!

Aragorn:

stabs and sets fire to Wraiths

Sam:

Aragorn! Help him!

Aragorn:

He's been stabbed with a Morgul blade. (picks up the sword, but the blade dissolves into dust) This is beyond my skill to heal, he needs elvish medicine. (picks up Frodo) Hang on, Frodo.

Sam:

It's six days to Rivendell! He'll never make it!

Frodo:

Gandalf. Gandalf!