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News of the death of Smaug will have spread through the lands.

Aye.

Others will now look to the Mountain for its wealth, for its position.

What is it you know?

Nothing for certain. It's what I fear may come.

The king is dead.

Long live the king!

My people offered you help. And in return you brought upon them only ruin and death.

When did Lake-town come to our aid but for the promise of rich reward?

A bargain was struck!

A bargain? What choice did we have but to barter our birthright for blankets and food? To ransom our future in exchange for our freedom? You call that a fair trade? Tell me, Bard the Dragon-Slayer, why should I honor such terms?

Because you gave us your word. Does that mean nothing?

You think you can deceive me, Barrel-Rider? You have come from Lake Town! This is some sordid scheme hatched between these filthy dwarves and those miserable tub-trading Lakemen, those snivelling cowards with their Longbows and Black Arrows! Perhaps it is time I paid them a visit!

Oh, no... This isn't their fault! Wait! You cannot go to Lake Town!

You care about them, do you? Good! Then you can watch them die!

Tell me, what words of comfort did you give the Halfling before you sent him to his doom? The path that you have set him on can only lead to death.

You waste your time, Aragorn. They had no honor in life. They have none now in death.

I release you from my service. Go now and die in what way seems best to you.

Is there a captain here who still has the courage to do his lord's will?

You wish now that our places had been exchanged... that I had died and Boromir had lived.

Yes. I wish that.

Since you are robbed of Boromir... I will do what I can in his stead. If I should return, think better of me, Father.

That will depend on the manner of your return.

Now, listen carefully. Lord Denethor is Boromir's father. To give him news of his beloved son's death would be most unwise. And do not mention Frodo, or the Ring. And say nothing of Aragorn either. In fact, it's better if you don't speak at all, Peregrin Took.

Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?

Never thought I'd die fighting side by side with an Elf.

What about side by side with a friend?

Aye. I could do that.

Look at them. They're frightened. You can see it in their eyes.

[All the men turn to look at him]

[in Elvish] And they should be. Three hundred... against ten thousand!

[in Elvish] They have a better chance defending themselves here than at Edoras...

[in Elvish] Aragorn... they cannot win this fight. They are all going to die!

[in English] Then I shall die as one of them!

You have some skill with a blade.

The women of this country learned long ago, those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain.

What do you fear, my lady?

A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.

You are a daughter of kings, a shield maiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate.

You cannot hide. I see you. There is no life in the void. Only death.

If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword...

And you have my bow.

And my axe.

You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done.