Flash: Line of Swan Knights before Gate of Minas Tirith facing swarm of Mordor Orcs.
VO: While Orcs and Men fought for the White City...
Flash: Fleet of black ships sailing up the Anduin
VO: While Northern Rangers and cursed men of an earlier age followed their king to their fate...
Flash: Merry kneeling before Théoden, crushed beneath his horse on the Pelennor.
VO: While the King of the Nine and the King of Rohan breathed their last...
Flash: Beregond stands before the door of the Steward’s House while Pippin and Gandalf hurry down the Silent Street.
VO: A battle long prepared plays out in the heart of Minas Tirith.
Flash: Faramir’s rangers ambush Easterlings in Ithilien.
VO: Long has the Lord of Gondor fought to protect the Free West.
Flash: Denethor in a dark tower, peering into the palantír, followed by a flash of the Eye of Sauron
VO: Long has he battled the Shadow in ways few can imagine. Now is the hour when his strength shall be tested, when the great must be brought low.
Music: “Adiemus” by Enya
Flash: Shot of map of Gondor, replaced pan-shot of Gondor’s countryside.
VO: But things were not always so.
Flash: Denethor hangs a starry mantle around Finduilas and draws her tight.
VO: Before the Shadow reached its height,
Flash: Boromir’s funeral boat floating down the Anduin; Imrahil fighting over Faramir’s body, lying face down on the Pelennor; the standard of Mordor flying from the White Tower.
VO: Before great doom could claim all those that he loved,
Flash: Young Faramir hides behind a withered tree in an abandoned orchard in Ithilien.
VO: Denethor discovered just what he was protecting.
Music: “The White Tree” by Howard Shore (about 2:30 in, when Amon Dîn beacon is kindled.)
Flash: Shot of the White Tree with the White Tower behind it.
VO: Traditions must be honoured.
Flash: Gondorian soldiers rebuild the Outwalls as Gandalf and Pippin ride toward Minas Tirith on Shadowfax.
VO: Walls must be strengthened.
Flash: A beacon lights on the horizon.
VO: Old alliances must not be forgotten.
Flash: Denethor breaks the Rod of the Stewardcy on his knee, lies down, and rests the palantír on his chest. Smoke rises.
VO: If he faltered, he still was great once.
Flash: Fade to black.
VO: Behold the Man who was.
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