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I have a new task for you in the west of our isle.

I am ready, Father.

Eärien's learnt you're in grave danger. All the Faithful are.

Tell me everything.

As for your father,

that trap you sought to warn him about, you set yourselves.

My Lord, a message from the Misty Mountains.

Marnûkh has surrendered to the Dwarves.

The Dark Lord is on the brink of craftin' a new power.

What is preventing him?

The secret of the Three.

But only I know how to find it.

The last of the Elven-smiths.

While Eregion fell, I led her North

to the Fortress of Gundabad.

The Secret Fire whispers to us.

It tells us things. Even shows us things.

There was another, the Dark Wizard.

Once, he sought to control magic, like you.

Now, he controls much of Rhûn.

How loyal are you to the Dark Wizard?

There is another wizard in Rhûn.

It is said his power comes from the Secret Fire itself.

Master, the Gaudrim have returned.

Tears of the Valar lilies.

They used to cover these hills.

What happened to them, Master?

Soon, these lands shall be green again.

Come. It begins today.

Once I have the Ring, everything will be as it once was.

I take it your pilgrimage to Mordor proved fruitful?

The Ring. Bring it to me.

The Ring is mine...

as is that throne.

Empty it and kneel.

Has your journey across the sand

scorched your mind as deeply as your flesh?

It is you, Gaudrim, who kneels before me.

I am a Gaudrim no longer,

but a Ring-servant of Sauron.

You will kneel to me, wizard!

Treachery!

Oath-breaker!

I sent you to Mordor to bring me that Ring,

not usurp it.

Give it to me.

Nine... for Mortal Men!

It seems I misunderstood you, Ring-servant.

You enter this shrine not as our foe, but as his emissary.

Sauron has accepted our proposal.

The union of Rhûn and Mordor is complete.

- Yeah! - Glorious!

Rhûn belongs to me, old man.

Pity that my acolytes do not.

They might, if they were to learn what became of your partner.

The Dark Lord summons the armies of Rhûn to Middle-earth!

I will return with my legions at the next blood moon,

and then together we march!

Hail Sauron! Hail Sauron!

Hail Sauron! Hail Sauron! Hail Sauron!

Hail Sauron!

The storm has come, and it is more terrible even than we feared.

Still earth under our feet, sun's still showing her face.

Neither of which will help us stop an army.

Two armies, my merry friend.

Well, at least we now know where our enemy will march and when.

You just follow after me. Quick as you're able.

Confounded gemstone.

Now, that's better.

Good eve', gentle creature.

Harken to me! Harken and come back to yourself!

My friend, soon, you'll be eating your fill of warm grass.

I release you.

Hold! Hold. Hold.

Do you know the reason you fell?

You fell because you hesitated.

Now here, we're all Faithful...

and it's mud on your arse.

When we're up against the King's Men in battle...

it will be death.

Yes?

Yes.

Good.

Do you believe in what you're fighting for?

The Queen and Valar, Lord Anárion.

Then go straight in...

and do not hesitate!

Aye!

Again!

It can't be.

I know those men. I know their families.

Pharazôn cannot have a spy in our midst.

Your sister says otherwise.

And she's never misled us.

No.

She hasn't.

The Queen has ordered us to root out the spy.

- That could take months. - Perhaps not.

It appears our traitor is meeting with Pharazôn's men

a few nights hence at the ruins of the old stargazing tower...

to deliver a map.

What map?

One betraying the location of every Faithful haven across the island.

You and Mother brought us to this beach once...

when we were small.

I remember.

We dug oysters with our bare hands.

Ate like kings.

- Eärien and Isildur sang to... - Sang to the sea.

Well, Eärien sang. Isildur...

Well, he tried.

It's never going to end, is it?

We come at them with a dagger, they come at us with a sword.

We send one of their men to a surgeon, they send one of ours to a tomb.

And now, Pharazôn wants to slaughter women and children.

That will never happen.

When that meeting takes place, we will be there.

I'll speak with Nolion.

I'll have him assemble us a host of swordsmen.

No.

There are only two men in all the western shores

I know for certain we can trust.

We go alone.

What's that?

Not for you.

Suits me.

I don't mind starving.

Went a whole month without food once.

I remember, I was so thirsty.

Keep your voices down.

I remember I was so thirsty, my piss started drying up.

Felt like pissing tree sap.

Felt like warm butter.

Anything to make you stop talking.

None for me.

Can't eat Elf food.

Works something foul inside.

The stench is just...

Grass turns yellow, do you know what I mean?

Birds fall from the sky.

And what do you eat?

Small children.

Only jesting, Elf.

We eat all ages.

This is still fresh. The Orcs who did this cannot be far.

Leave them be.

We was battle mates.

Least I could do is get him out the rotten leaves.

They stay as they lay.

We must move on.

Wouldn't go that way...

Same legion what done this is laying siege on the Coldfells tonight.

Go that way, we'll walk straight into their trebuchet fire.

Since when does a lowly Orc know about strategic troop movements?

Since I deserted that very legion.

Be safer to go around them.

I give you my word.

He could be leading us straight into an ambush.

Which is why he goes first.

He's leading them north.

Maybe he wants us to follow.

Maybe he's making a play for her Ring.

I want to know more about this Orc.

- Mind the rabbit. - What rabbit?

That rabbit.

What happened here, then?

Oh, rather quarrelsome oliphaunt

kicked sand in my face, that's all.

There's naught worse than that, yeah.

No. Not more enlightening.

For that was when it struck me.

We needn't defeat an army.

- Two armies. - Right. Two armies.

We only need to defeat one wizard.

Don't you see?

The Dark Wizard's followers are bound to him by a powerful spell.

The same as those oliphants.

Vanquish him, we vanquish the spell.

His acolytes would scatter.

That Ring-bearer and his army of desert riders might never even leave Rhûn.

All Sauron's plans, they collapse in an instant.

You see? Defeat the Dark Wizard, we might well save Middle-earth.

That simple?

You sound less than merry.

I'm merry.

Is this not the answer we have been seeking?

Don't forget to fetch the rabbit. Long listenin's, hungry work.

Confounded Tom Bombadil!

For once, in good, plain speaking,

can you not simply tell me how to defeat this foe?

Mayhap you're not meant to defeat it at all?

"Not meant to..."

This is a very, very fine apple.

- Are you sure you don't want one? - "Fine"?

Forgive me.

It's just I've heard riddles enough in this hut

to last a life age of the Earth.

Perhaps it's time I should be returning to the Withywindle.

Now you're leaving?

I've things to do.

My makin' and my singin'.

Tom has his house to mind.

And Goldberry's waiting!

There must be some way to stop those armies.

Some power you could help me master.

Many's that wander the world to master this or that.

The only mastery Tom knows...

is to be a servant.

A hint then.

Before you go, a single word, something small.

Well... I suppose there is one thing.

I knew it.

I knew it. I knew it.

Oh, yes, you are singing.

Go on then. Your turn.

I'll go and fetch the rabbit.

And don't forget to sing along.

Sing and Tom will be with ya.

Olórin.

Mithrandir.

Gandalf.

The Secret Fire.

You know me not.

I am that which burns within all things

yet still remains unseen.

I built the heavens and stars,

and all of Middle-earth is cradled within my flame.

I see now. You are endless.

How am I to serve you?

There were five servants sent to save Middle-earth.

You are but one.

Another of our order has fallen into shadow, the Dark Wizard.

He was once called Pallando.

One of two wizards sent to protect these lands,

but he wanted more.

So, he betrayed and murdered his partner.

An act so evil that it laid all of Rhûn to waste.

How am I to defeat him?

You were not sent to Middle-earth to defeat him...

you were sent to save him.

Only together can you prevent the armies of Rhûn from joining Sauron.

Only together can you save Middle-earth.

Arise now, Gandalf, Servant of the Secret Fire.

Arise!

Tom.

Tom! Tom, I...

Arise, my servant.

My Lord.

We've dug into Marnûkh's past, it seems he was a torture master.

Said to be an artist with a whip or a rack.

He done us good in battle at Eregion too.

Marnûkh was at Eregion?

I want to know everything he did there.

Who was in his company, where exactly he fought,

and what he did after the battle.

I don't know any more.

Then find me someone who does.

On the...

among the...

Rotted leaves...

Sky... colored...

Or painted!

Is that some sort of... poem?

Just a fastenin' of words, is all.

'Bout me mate we found.

What's a poem?

Do you care to recite the rest?

Are you embarrassed?

No!

Just ain't finished yet.

And it ain't fit for fancy ears.

My ears are not too fancy. Are your ears too fancy, Commander?

My dog's ears are too fancy.

"He fell among the rotted leaves,

below a night sky, painted black.

A fellow lost that no one grieves,

"and none can ever bring him back."

I know.

It's Warg dung.

Worse than that. Troll dung.

It's not that bad.

For an Orc.

They're here.

Go.

What?

You led us straight to them.

Must've been circling the area.

The very area you convinced us to walk through.

Was tryin' to keep you out the path of Sauron's trebuchets.

The same trebuchets you told us would be launching fire

against those hills this very moment?

He's tryin' to rat-trap you against me. Should never've let him come.

You was the one Lord-father trusted.

Your Lord-father was a murderer.

Did he murder someone you love?

He did, didn't he?

Who was it?

A friend?

Or was it a woman?

He seeks to provoke you to violence, Arondir.

Do not let him succeed.

How did she go out anyway?

Hacked to bits?

Shot full of arrows?

She bleed out?

- Wounds sour? - Speak no more.

Soured, then.

Smell must 'a been putri...

If death is what you seek, I know a quicker path.

It's him you ought to be worryin' about.

He gets all het up like this where we're going,

he'll get us all killed.

Forgive me.

I should not have let him go that far.

- I know... - May I speak plain?

Of course.

We're the ones who've gone too far.

We've yet to see one grain of evidence to support his claims.

For all we know, all this is a ploy

to deliver your Ring into Sauron's hands.

We've evaded capture today.

We may not tomorrow.

The wisest choice is to turn back to Rivendell.

You said we should trust in fellowship,

and I'm speaking to you now, not as a fellow soldier...

but as your friend.

Then as a friend, Arondir, I must tell you this.

The Uruk is right. Your loss is clouding your judgment.

- Galadriel... - Memory is like a sea.

Pleasant to swim in.

But those who never leave are doomed to drown.

- No. - And you, my friend, are drowning.

No. That is not true.

I must see this through to the end.

And you, Commander, must seek out Theo.

I will not leave you with that Orc.

It is not a request, it is an order.

Break camp.

Marnûkh and I are moving on.

I am sorry.

- They're late. - Patience.

They'll be here.

We'll find the traitor and get that map.

I'm telling you something is wrong.

From the moment we first spoke of this, I've felt...

Trust in the Valar, my son.

I do trust them.

I trust this more.

Watch the road. Should I not return, do not follow me. You run.

The map. Give it to me.

There's nothing on this.

That's because we haven't started questioning you yet.

Drop the sword.

Whoa! Whoa!

By my reckoning...

your father wants me in one piece...

or I'd be dead already.

He wanted your daughter in one piece. Look what happened to her.

You mean, no one's told you?

What's happened?

Made quite the mess when she leapt,

but she still had a pretty face.

Even after she turned cold.

Take him away!

Father!

Unchain them.

Carammir and Ellas.

I understand you were found in labor pit six.

That you've toiled there since you were taken at Eregion.

Please.

I know you've not seen fresh water in days.

You think feigning kindness will make us forget what you are?

It's times like these I wish I could forget what I am.

Were I anyone else, I should think goodly Elves like you

only too willing to provide.

But as Sauron...

well, I am at your mercy.

I understand this was yours.

Orcs damaged the hinge when they confiscated it.

I hope you don't mind, I... I took the liberty of repairing it.

How did it come to be in your possession?

A gift from Lord Celebrimbor on the day we were wed.

He must have been fond of you.

We were fonder of him.

Ellas.

It's strange. Usually, the limbs are affected first.

You poisoned her.

No, a fire-drake poisoned her.

I put but a drop from its fire glands in the water.

But I wouldn't cough if I were you.

No. No.

I'm afraid in a few moments she won't be able to stop herself...

unless she drinks this.

Please don't do this.

It's done. Help me and I will help her.

You were marched out of Eregion by a particular Orc,

name of Marnûkh, an Orc with one ear.

Yes. Yes, I remember. What about him?

You tell me. Did you notice anything unusual?

Was he carrying anything?

- It was five years ago... - Your wife has mere moments to live.

So, think deeply.

- I can't. I... - Why not?

Because he left us with the other Orc. He led the rest of the prisoners north.

What prisoners?

I don't know. I don't know!

Was there an Elven-smith with them?

- Yes. Yes. Yes, there was. - What was her name?

I don't know. I never saw her again. I never saw either of them.

Please, I've told you everything I know, I swear.

Please just help her. Please.

Please.

There must be someone you feel something like love for.

Think of them dying in your arms.

Please, please.

It seems an Elven-smith survived the fall of Eregion after all.

The answers we seek may well have survived with her.

We must reach her before the Elves do.

But Gundabad is on the far side of the world from here.

You'll never make it in time, my Lord.

I will...

if you saddle the beast.

Plan's simple. You is my prisoner.

Unlock me and put these on.

Your prisoner?

I used to be head jailer of that pit. There ain't no other way.

I won't do it.

I will.

It seems an Uruk's word is worth more than I allowed.

I believe I have thought of an ending, Marnûkh, for your poem.

"He fell among the rotted leaves, beneath a night sky, painted black."

A fellow lost that no one grieves, and none can ever bring him back.

But I might find him if I try,

"for all that I must do... is die."