The Lord of The Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring: Chapter 8

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ISENGARD

(Saruman stands over the Palantir, his hands cupping the massive eye)

Saruman: The power of Isengard is at your command, Sauron, Lord of the Earth.

(Black speech fills the room ... admist the harsh, guttural words, the voice of Sauron emerges)

Sauron: Build me an army worthy of Mordor.

-----Time Skip-----

(Saruman is seated as his Orc overseer approaches)

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

Saruman: We have work to do.

-----Time Skip-----

(Gandalf is lying unconscious on a cold obsidian floor. He wakes to the sound of ripping and tearing ... rising onto his knees ... lifting his head ... Gandalf stands as the camera pulls back to reveal him stranded on the summit of Orthanc. He is marooned on the tiny, flat peak, surrounded on all sides by a sheer 500 foor drop. Another whispering wail rends the air.

Gandalf crosses quickly to the edge and peers down. One of the beautiful Isengard trees is being ripped from the ground by the Orcs. Gandalf looks on in horror as Orcs hack into the trunk with axes. Saruman stands in rain looking out into the dark night ... the Orc overseer sidles up to him, axe in hand, sweating with exertion)

Orc: The trees are strong, my Lord. Their roots go deep.

Saruman: Rip them all down.

(More and more trees are hauled down andkilled ... as Gandalf looks on in helpless despair)

WEATHERHILLS

(The rugged countryside as the Hobbits journey on, lead by Y/n and Strider. Strider stops before a distant hill, topped by an ancient ruin)

Strider: This was once the great Watchtower of Amon Sûl.

Y/n: It shall do for a resting place.

WEATHERTOP HOLLOW

(Frodo, Merry, and Pippin collapse into a small hollow, halfway up weathertop ... they are muddy and exhausted. Y/n drops 4 swords at the Hobbits' feet)

Y/n: Take these. Keep them close. We're going to have a look around. Stay here and do not, light any fires.

-----Time Skip-----

(Frodo ... eyes flickering open. He suddenly sits up, sniffing the air. Sam, Merry, and Pippin huddled over a small fire ... sausages and bacon sizzle in a hot frying pan)

Frodo: What are you doing?

Merry: Tomatoes, sausages, and crispy bacon.

Sam: We saved some for you, Mr. Frodo.

Frodo: Put it out, you fools! Put it out!

Pippin: Oh, that's nice ... ash on my tomatoes!

(A sudden shriek rings out in the night. Five ringwraiths on foot are running up the steep slope unnaturally fast)

Frodo: Go!

(Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin clamber desperately towards the summit, clutching their swords. Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin race into a ring of broken stones on the summit on weathertop ... the ruined base of an ancient tower.

The Hobbits stand back-to-back in the centre of the ring, waiting for the first assault ... One by one, the 5 ringwraiths appear ... brandishing gleaming swords, they move slowly towards the Hobbits. In the center is their leader ... the Witch King)

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