Sam: Strider! Help him Strider.

Strider: He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade. (the blade vanishes as they look at it) This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs elvish medicine.

(Strider carries Frodo, on the way away from Weathertop)

Strider: Hurry!

Sam: We are six days from Rivendell. He'll never make it!

Frodo: Gandalf…

Strider: Hold on Frodo.

Frodo: (Yells)…Gandalf!

(The camera flies over Isengard, and up to the Pinnacle of Orthanc, where Gandalf sits. A moth flies into view. Gandalf catches it, and whispers to it)

Gandalf: (whispering) Gwaihir. Go, Gwaihir.

(Gandalf lifts his hand and the moth flies away. Camera flies down into the Caverns of Isengard as forging of weapons and armor is done. Saruman walks around, observing all the activity with pride and witnesses the birth of Lurtz and the Uruk Hai. Strider and the Hobbits are in the Trollshaws. Troll faces are in every direction. Frodo is sweating horrifically, his eyes going pale, wheezing and gasping. Sam appears of above him)

Sam: Look , Frodo. It's Mr. Bilbo's trolls. (He feels Frodo's cheek.) Mr Frodo? (to Strider) He's goin' cold!

Pippin: Is he going to die?

Strider: He's passing into the shadow world. He will soon become a wraith like them.

(Frodo gasps and the Nazgûl cry is heard from a distance)

Merry: They're close.

Strider: Sam, do you know Athelas plant?

Sam: Athelas?

Strider: Kingsfoil.

Sam: Kingsfoil? Ah, that's a weed.

Strider: It may help to slow the poison. Hurry!

(They both search for the plant. Strider finds a small patch and cuts it off with a knife. Suddenly a sword is at his throat)

Arwen: What's this? A ranger caught off his guard?

(Frodo is lying on the ground, when he sees a white light approaching. He turns towards it, and like a vision, sees Arwen)

Arwen: Frodo... Im Arwen. Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nin. Tolo dan na galad *I am Arwen. I have come to help you. Hear my voice. Come back to the light*

Merry: Who is she?

Arwen: (kneels) Frodo!

Sam: She's an elf.

Arwen: (whispering anxiously) He's fading!

(Frodo gasps as Strider places the Kingsfoil on the wound)

Arwen: (to Strider) He's not going to last. We must get him to my father. I've been looking for you for two days.

Merry: Where are you taking him?

(no one seems to pay attention to his question)

Arwen: There are five wraiths behind you. Where the other four are, I do not know.

(Strider lifts Frodo onto Arwens horse Asfaloth)

Strider: Dartho guin Perian. Rych le ad tolthathon. *Stay with the Hobbits. I will send horses again for you*

Arwen: Hon mabathon. Rochon ellint im. *I'm the faster rider. I'll take him*

Strider: Andelu i ven. *The road is too dangerous*

Pippin: What are they saying?

Arwen: Frodo fir. Ae athradon i hir, tur gwaith nin beriatha hon. *Frodo dies. If I can get across the river, the power of my people will protect him.*

Arwen: I do not fear them.

Strider: Be iest lin. *According to your wish*

(Arwen mounts Asfaloth with Frodo seated in front of her)

Strider: Arwen! Ride hard. Don't look back!

Arwen: Noro lim, Asfaloth, noro lim! *Ride fast Asfaloth, ride fast!*

(Asfaloth gallops away)

Sam: (angry to Strider) What are you doing?! Those wraiths are still out there!

(Arwen rides through a forest when the Nazgúl appear, one by one. Amongst the trees and over open spaces they ride. One rides close to Arwen, reaches for Frodo, but is too far away to get him)

Arwen: Noro lim Asfaloth! *Ride faster Asfaloth!*