User:Amroth/Screenplays/Peter Jackson's The Fellowship of the Ring/Parth Galen
EXT. SHORE OF NEN HITHOEL -- DAY
ANGLE ON: THE FELLOWSHIP
As they leap out of the boats and clamber onto the wooded
We cross the lake at nightfall, hide the
boats and continue on foot..we approach
Mordor from the North.
Oh, yes, just a simple matter of finding
our way through Emyn Muil, an impassable
labyrinth of razor sharp rocks. And
after that gets even better...a
festering, stinking marshland, far as the
eye can see.
That is our Road...I suggest you take
some rest and recover your strength,
Legolas turns to Aragorn with urgency.
We should leave now.
No. Orcs patrol the Eastern shore. We
must wait for cover of darkness.
It is not the Eastern shore that worries
Legolas casts a glance around into the Parth Galen forest...
A shadow and a threat has been growing in
my mind. Something draws near, I can
Aragorn looks at Legolas, knowing full well what he means.
Sam has slumped asleep...Merry dumps a small pile of kindling
at Gimli's feet...
Sam sits up with a start...Aragorn's head snaps round..his
eyes fly to Boromir's shield which lies abandoned by his camp
bed. CLOSE ON: ARAGORN.... as he realizes Boromir has gone!
EXT. SLOPES OF AMON HEN -- DAY
Frodo is walking beneath the trees...lost in thought. His
feet hit the rough edge of an ancient stone slab...his eyes
follow an overgrown path towards stone stairs leading to the
summit of Amon Hen...the seeing seat. A CRACKLING SOUND!
None of us should wander alone; you least
of all. So much depends on you...Frodo?
Frodo turns slowly...he stares at Boromir, tense, cautious.
I know why you seek solitude. You
suffer, I see it day by day. Are you
sure you do not suffer needlessly?
Frodo stands silent for a moment..the murmur of the Wind in
the trees and the distant roar of the falls of Rauros can be
Let me help you. There are other ways,
Frodo..other paths that we might take.
I know what you would say, and it would
seem like wisdom but for the warning of
Warning? Against what?
Boromir has started forward towards Frodo, he pulls himself
We are all afraid, Frodo. But to let that
fear drive us to destroy what hope we
have...don't you see that is madness?
There is no other way.
I ask only for the strength to defend my
(angrily drops the wood he has
If you would but lend me the ring...
No. . .
Frodo steps hurriedly away from Boromir.
Why do you recoil? I am no thief.
You are not yourself.
What chance do you think you have? They
will find you, they will take the ring
and you will beg for death before the
Frodo turns to leave.
You fool! It is not yours save by
unhappy chance...it might have been mine.
It should be mine. Give it to me! Give
me the ring.
Boromir leaps on top of Frodo, grasping for the ring! Frodo
has only moments to act. Frodo rips the ring from around his
neck..and rams it on his finger.
Boromir spins wildly around, yelling into
I see your mind...you will take the ring
to Sauron. You will betray us! You go to
your death and the death of us all.
Curse you! Curse you and your Halflings!
Boromir stumbles and falls. His body
shakes as if in the Throes of a
fit...slowly he comes to.
Frodo! Frodo! What have I done. Please,
EXT. SEEING SEAT -- DAY
IN THE TWILIGHT WORLD:
FRODO races through the misty twilight world, past the foggy
shapes of twisted trees. Somewhere behind him, Boromir's
distraught voice carries from another dimension:
I'm sorry, Frodo...Frodo...
Frodo suddenly finds himself on the stone steps...he clambers
up the stairs, onto a high seat, perched on four stone
pillars. Frodo cowers on the seat, like a lost child upon the
throne of mountain kings. The world of mist swirls around
him. Frodo peers out from the seat...the world seems to
shrink. In all directions, Views of far off lands telescope
towards him through the mist. IMAGES: ORCS spilling out of
holes in the misty mountains... flames rising from
Mirkwood...grim faced easterlings march to war...black ships
sailing into the south. All the power of the Dark Lord is in
motion. Frodo moves his gaze towards the east...fire explodes
against the smoke, as a huge mass of black battlements fills
Frodo's vision. A mountain of iron, immeasurably strong,
tower of adamant: Barad-dur, FORTRESS OF SAURON!
SUDDENLY! SAURON'S EYE LEAPS TOWARD FRODO LIKE A FINGER OF
(IN BLACK SPEECH)
They will fall! Frodo leaps off the seat, and tumbles down
the stairs! The eye sweeps Amon Hen like a searchlight,
seeking its ring! With a huge effort, Frodo wrenches the ring
off his finger...