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What is your name?

Celeborn.

My husband might be blind to your pish,

but I'm not buyin' a drop of the stuff.

What are you really doing here?

Isn't visiting an old flame reason enough?

Mum?

The Dark Lord cannot abide those who betray their promises.

The trap is set, I just need Durin to fall into it.

- Take him away! - Father!

Sauron thinks they's all dead.

- Who? - Calls herself Maitalle.

The last of the Elven-smiths.

Come with me, She-Elf.

And together, you and I can see to it Sauron never completes his Ring.

He's leading them north.

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

We must reach her before the Elves do.

The beast just won't be bridled, my lord,

but I've found a set of horses.

Could have you in Gundabad in just a few short weeks.

Month, at most.

They were once eagles, you know.

Until Morgoth blessed them with his touch.

Taught them to crave his lash.

To survive only on the foulest of meats.

We've been feeding it carrion.

There's your mistake.

Such fell beasts feed only on living flesh.

Saddle it.

Open up!

Weren't expecting no... freshies.

You'll want this lot.

Believe me.

What you waiting for?

Move it!

Name and rank.

Marnûkh.

General.

Commander of the 73rd Legion.

General?

What's a high-ranker like you doing all the way up in Gundabad?

We didn't receive word 'o no fancy guests.

None was sent.

I'm acting alone.

Found me a pretty gift.

It's for Lord Sauron!

And if I played my part right,

he's on his way right now!

We turn her over together.

We'll live like hogs in the fat house the rest of our days.

Savvy?

Yeah!

You traitorous filth!

Take her below!

- Don't touch me! - No! Let her go!

Arondir!

Pleasure knowing you, my lady.

No! Let her go!

Galadriel!

What about this one?

Why don't we... pop him on the rack?

Yeah!

Have a nice, cozy chat

about Rivendell's defenses.

This way, General.

No.

All this time, we've stayed out of the war.

- Now we've antagonized The Dark Lord! - Aye!

How many Dwarves are gonna die

because you wanted to help the Elves?

Would you rather we helped Sauron?

We would rather you left the filthy Orc where you found him!

- Yes! - Aye!

We've received word garrisons from Mordor

are massing along each of our borders.

Now, we don't just want those Rings, we need them.

Aye!

No Rings.

Not now. Not ever.

Thráin, tell 'em.

I'm with the lords on this.

Hear me out, brother.

We're talking about the one power we know can match Sauron's.

You want to help the Elves and protect your own?

Those Rings might be our best hope.

Those Rings drove your father mad.

Just one was enough to turn him against his own flesh and blood.

Don't you see? This is why Sauron wants us to wear them.

To divide us, one against the other.

But we're Dwarves.

We don't need Rings to beat Sauron.

We just need to remember who we are.

When did he put on that Ring?

Our father?

Was it before... or after...

he reinstated you as heir?

What's that got to do with anything?

By the laws of our realms,

any edict issued by a king of unsound mind

shall be revoked.

Is that true?

Well, it's...

- Well, the most important thing that we... - Narvi.

That is correct, my lord, but we have...

Then I'll ask you again.

When our father made you heir, was he or was he not wearing that Ring?

Durin.

He doesn't owe you a crumb.

Durin is the rightful king of this mountain.

Aye.

I am no longer certain he is.

I should never have let you back in.

Was he wearing that Ring or not?

He was.

I'm sorry, Durin. Disa, I'm sorry, but he was.

He was.

But what in boulders does it all mean?

It means...

my father's succession is in dispute

and therefore must be decided by Aulë's will.

Aulë's will? How?

Trial by combat.

We must respond, sire.

Word of Thráin's challenge is spreadin' through the kingdom

like slop through a boar hog.

Then we have no choice.

No. You can't fight him, Durin. Not for the throne.

You can't risk it.

No Dwarven king has ever refused a challenge, Disa.

If I don't face Thráin, they'll call me a coward.

They'll say I stumbled onto the throne because of a mistake,

and they'd be right to think that.

How am I to oppose Sauron then?

Caveyard scraps, arm wrestle, rock toss...

Every time you go up against Thráin, it's the same.

He figures out a way to get under your beard,

you lose your temper, act without thinking, and he wins.

Refuse to fight, Disa...

Thráin's already won.

Sire, as your friend,

I would seek to serve you always.

But as Delve-master, my duty is to the mountain,

not to any one king.

If you face Thráin and he wins...

He's not going to win.

I'm not the same hotheaded Dwarf he used to rile.

There's nothing he can say to bellows my forge.

You're right.

You faced a Balrog.

You can handle Thráin.

And I will.

Another victory.

To call this a victory...

It's almost a mockery, given how dearly it cost.

The cost makes sacred that which it preserves.

A Lindon free from Sauron's rule.

But for how long?

For today.

And that alone is cause enough for hope.

I have always believed in hope.

And our soldiers look to me for it now,

some assurance that their king

yet knows some secret path to dawn.

I would give anything to give it to them.

But what am I to do when hope is lost?

The only things in this world that are ever truly lost...

are those for which we cease to search.

High King. Master Círdan.

There's someone you need to see.

He must've been trying to ride around the enemy lines to reach us.

It looks as though he gave as good as he got.

There were almost a dozen dead Orcs around him.

Thank the Valar he's alive.

Son of Eärendil, speak. What news from Imladris?

Sixteen.

I fought 16 Orcs.

It is as we foresaw. More dire even than that.

Not all is lost.

There is still one army out there that is mightier than the Rhûn's.

You are rightly mistrustful of mortal Men,

but my brother chose a mortal life because he believed

that Númenor could be a force for good, such as the world had never seen.

- Elrond... - A kingdom

combining the best of Elves and Men in one people.

We must call for aid from Númenor.

We already have.

Pharazôn sent this.

"I regret that Númenor must tend to its own affairs."

You're not going to take him at his word, are you?

He's all but begging you to join the war.

It is a peculiar beggar who plies his trade by refusing his bread.

Men are prideful, Master Círdan.

Hungry for glory and adulation.

A letter will hardly sate Pharazôn's appetite.

No.

You must sail to Númenor, Ingaran.

Meet with him directly.

King to king.

You would have me debase my crown, to what end?

I believe Lord Elrond would have you humble yourself

to provide your people with the hope that you would do anything to give them.

Though I suspect your chances would be strengthened mightily

if you were joined by an emissary

with a keen understanding of the hearts of Men,

especially one bearing the likeness of Númenor's founder.

Don't you agree, brother of Elros?

I'm sure you're aware about my mother.

I know the rumors.

So, you know she worked her trade at night.

For years, she hid my parentage from my father.

I think she was afraid he'd smother me in the crib.

Instead, when he learned he'd been lied to, he smothered her

and brought me with him.

And ever since, I've sought to find some way of repaying him

for that act of mercy.

I think this may just be the closest I've come yet.

Pity.

That he stayed his hand?

That he gave you the chance to escape where you were born.

But you've spent your whole life whoring yourself to his darkest instincts,

trying to gain his approval.

Do you think insulting me will save your neck?

I wasn't insulting you, son.

Strange as it may seem,

I was taking a paternal interest in your soul.

Souls are for fools and children.

And yet, when your soul is free...

no chain can bind you.

I wonder what a lad like you would do

if he knew true freedom.

Are you asking me to join you?

Your mother came to a tragic end chasing Pharazôn's favor.

You don't need to do the same, Kemen.

Halt!

Whoa, whoa!

I told you we stop for nothing.

It's our own, my lord.

Say they've an urgent message from your father.

Well, what news?

Stop!

He doesn't deserve to live.

Let the Valar keep their own counsel on who deserves to live.

He is worth more to us alive.

Move it, you filth!

Ain't nobody comes this way no more.

Looking forward to seeing you work your trade on this one.

Might say I'm on pins and needles.

Pick it up, Elf!

Ain't got all night.

Young folks these days have no appreciation of a good ragging.

It's a dyin' art, I always say.

Well done, Elf. Very convincing.

Little too convincing, General.

Easy, Elf.

I done my part, same as we agreed.

She-Elf's doing hers right now.

Now do you wanna stand here all night puttin' the boot to me?

Or shall we get the smith, get Galadriel, and get out of here?

I'm thinking.

Maitalle.

Maitalle?

Dead.

For months.

Nah. Few weeks, I'd wager.

We should never have come here.

Least we don't have to worry about her spillin' any secrets to Sauron.

The one you call "She-Elf" knows the same secrets,

and we just used her to distract the rest of the guards.

That part was her idea.

It shouldn't have been anyone's idea.

We should never have left Rivendell.

Midnight patrol.

How long till they're down here?

I thought you knew this place.

Nobody knows it that well.

Seven minutes, to be precise.

Four to the stair, two to the corridor,

and one more for them to find the three slugs you dropped out there

and lock this whole place down.

And you are?

I've been down here so long,

even I can barely recall.

But there was a time...

folk called me...

Celeborn.

Who?

Army of Doriath. Fought under King Thingol.

Then perhaps you know Captain Erestor?

Or my wife?

We ain't got time for a bleedin' family tree.

We need to move.

Take me with you.

They're at the stairs.

- Pains me to say this, Celebrun... - Celeborn.

But the Orc's right.

Which way are you taking him, Orc?

East passage. Fewest guards.

During a lockdown, the East passage is the first one they shutter.

Jailer's mess, then.

- Where they keep the Wargs. - There ain't no Wargs.

I know every keyhole in this prison, Wood-Elf.

Every brick, every possible point of escape,

down to the privy the torture masters use to wash their boots.

South turret. Since you asked.

I didn't.

But I swear to you, get me out of this cell,

and I will get you out of this fortress alive.

Why'd you summon me here?

You know as well as I.

There was never a time I competed with my brother

and I didn't win.

I'll win this time, too, and when I do,

I'll use all my Kingly powers to find the Seven Rings.

He'll never give them up.

It won't be up to him.

I'll find a way.

That is...

unless you convince him to hand them over first.

And why would I do that?

Because if he gives me the Seven,

I'll withdraw my claim to the throne.

And I'll leave this mountain, never to return.

You ask me, that's a fair offer.

You tell him to give me the Rings, and he'll do it.

Won't he, Didi?

I told you never to call me that.

Old habits are hard to throttle.

Try using two hands.

- You forgot one. - One what?

One time you tried to compete with your brother and lost.

And supposing I were to tell him about that one time...

The Rings may keep me quiet, you know.

Durin would never be threatened by a mistake I made decades ago.

Then why haven't you ever told him?

He wants the Rings, doesn't he?

I knew it.

I wager Sauron's backing him.

That slug-licking, dirt-eating piece...

Durin, please sit down.

I made a mistake.

You and I were split.

We'd had a row.

It was just one of those nights...

and I wished I could take it back as soon as the sun was up.

Thráin?

Few days later, you came back...

and asked for my hand.

It was the happiest I'd ever been in my life.

Truly, it was.

I kept waiting for the proper moment,

but there your father was...

performing the marriage rites.

And then, Gerda,

and more, and more, and it was like...

To even poison our cave with talk of it

would make it amount to more than it ever did to me.

So, I buried it.

And now the earth's spat it back up,

because your brother is trying to use it to divide us,

to try and take what isn't his.

But I told him our marriage was too strong for that.

That nothing so trivial could come between something so strong.

Please, Durin.

Tell me I'm right.

- Before we were wed? - Before we were wed.

Was it the row about...

The row about the ale-smith's daughter. Aye.

Aye.

I have my own regrets about that one.

One time?

One time.

Nothing since?

No. Nothing since.

- Nothing now? - Aulë's hammer! No.

- Nothing? - Nothing now.

Nothing more.

Nothing but you, love.

Nothing.

You're right.

Durin, I can't tell you how incredibly sorry I am...

Speak no more of it.

Not another word.

For now, we have to set our minds to one thing.

How to beat the sniveling bastard.

We are not.

You are.

Because you're right.

You are not the fire-bearded little brother anymore.

You're the king of this mountain.

So alike to the Deathless One,

your father knew you deserved his name.

Because he knew your heart was mightier.

The heart of a lion.

The heart of a king.

The heart of a Durin.

Durin! Durin! Durin! Durin!

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Come on, Durin! Come on!

- Narvi! - Come on!

Come on, Thráin!

Trial by combat has settled disputes

ever since our ancestors first stepped free of the clay whence they came.

Yes! Yes!

Durin, Thráin, sons of King Durin the Third,

do you accept the Fire of Aulë's Forge

and his judgment, triumph or fail?

I accept.

Yes!

Aye.

I just wanna see a fight.

- The fire burns true. - The fire burns true.

- Aye. - Aye.

When the gong sounds,

challengers may commence tending their weapons.

But tend well,

for the last Dwarf standing takes the throne.

Yes!

Challengers, select your axes!

Come on!

Bury it in his guts.

No, my son.

We don't let anger cloud our heads when the kingdom's in the balance.

Remember that.

All I have to do is knock him dark.

You don't have to lie to me, Dad.

I know what this is really about.

I saw them together.

Saw who together?

Mum and Thráin.

Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin!

Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin!

Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin!

Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin!

Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin!

Thank you, my son.

No. Durin.

Durin, no!

Father!

Attack! Attack! Attack!

Trust you? Trust you!

He's got him!

No!

Get up, Father.

Get up!

- Thráin! - Thráin!

Thráin!

Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin!

No! No!

Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin!

All hail the King of Khazad-dûm!

Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin!

Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin! Thráin!

We have to take out a guard at the next crossing.

Wait for my signal.

The first two were grunts.

This one's the sentry captain.

He's the one with the key to the next level.

Why ain't you never escaped before?

I have. The trouble is...

they keep bringing me back.

There's a garderobe at the top.

Smell won't win you any admirers but it's a way out.

Wait! We were three. The guards took our companion below.

Below?

What is it?

- What's below? - Nothing.

Summer's day down there, Your friend will be fine.

- Let's go. - I'm not leaving without her.

It was a pleasure meeting you.

Go with him, Orc. Save your skin.

Nah.

I ain't leaving without Galadriel, either.

It's this way.

Celeborn.

I...

Follow me.

Hail Sauron!

Hail Sauron! Hail Sauron! Hail Sauron! Hail Sauron!

Hail Sauron! Hail Sauron! Hail Sauron! Hail Sauron! Hail Sauron!

I want Galadriel and Marnûkh alive.

Kill the rest.

It's a general alarm. Garderobe's no good now.

- We'll have to find another way out. - What about your friend?

I have to summon him from the roof.

- Where's the smith? - Smith's dead.

Stairs are this way.

All right. I surrender.

It was a jibe all along.

I'm one 'o you.

This way!

Go!

Tell me about her neighbor.

Called Celeborn.

Why? Who is he?

They's headed for the roof!

They're right behind us!

Get back!

Lady Galadriel, you must away!

Landroval.

Prince of Eagles.

Arondir!

You're coming with us.

Run, Arondir! Run!

I will not run from the Shadow.

You should listen to her.

Leave! Now!

It's them he wants. Walk away.

Don't be a fool.

One way or another, I will take them.

No.

I'm taking you.

- We're leaving this place together. - I said go!

Take off the Ring.

He's coming.

I left you once before, Theo.

I will not do it again.

This once...

let me help you.

Kill him.

No!

No!

Leave him.