[Both of them came onto the balcony of the tower. Gríma suddenly sees and hears the enormous armies laid out below in neat rows and is astounded and awed.
He continues to hold the extinguished candle aloft as he gapes at the vast army below. A horn is sounded, announcing the appearance of Saruman. A loud cheer is heard from the army. Saruman raises a hand.]
SARUMAN:
A new power is rising. Its victory is at hand!
[The army cheers and roars.]
SARUMAN:
This night, the land will be stained with the blood of Rohan! March to Helms Deep! Leave none alive!
[The camera keeps zooming out from the balcony over the incredible size of Saruman’s army, past Uruk-hai, spears, and banners and yet more Uruk-hai. The camera focuses back on Saruman who then raises his hands in the air]
SARUMAN:
To war!!
[The army cheers and roars even louder.]
SARUMAN:
[Sneers] There will be no dawn for Men.
[A tear flows down Gríma’s cheek. The Uruk-hai army began their march to Helm’s Deep.] [Merry and Pippin are travelling through the forest, carried by Treebeard.]
PIPPIN:
Look! There’s smoke to the south!
TREEBEARD:
There is always smoke rising from Isengard these days.
MERRY:
Isengard?
[The two hobbits climb higher up onto Treebeard for a better view.]
TREEBEARD:
There was a time when Saruman would walk in my woods. But now he has a mind of metal and wheels. He no longer cares for growing things.
[Pippin and Merry are now on top of Treebeard and they see a massive army moving across the land]
PIPPIN:
What is it?
MERRY:
It’s Saruman’s army! The war has started.
[Aragorn is floating in the river, unconscious.
He is washed ashore and dreams of Arwen.]
ARWEN:
[Kissing him on the lips] May the grace of the Valar protect you.
[A horse arrives and nudges Aragorn, turning him over and nuzzling him.]
ARAGORN:
[Mumbles] Brego… [He grabs hold of Brego’s mane, pulls himself onto the horse and rides slowly to Helms Deep.] [Arwen is lying on her bed, deep in thought.]