Scene Sixteen

(We now go back to the citizens fleeing from Edoras, heading towards Helm's Deep. They are now traveling through some dead grassland. We see Brimli sitting atop a horse, conversing intelligently to Erynwyn, who helps steady the reins for the Dwarf. Behind them ride Megolas & Jimagorn. Jimagorn watches Erynwyn blissfully, but right now we focus on Brimli's conversation with Erynwyn)

Brimli: (In a logical tone) No, I suppose it is true that you don't see much of Dwarf women-I guess I'm one of the exceptions. They say that many Dwarf women are so much alike in voice and appearance, that they are often mistaken for Dwarf men.

(Erynwyn looks wide-eyed at the Dwarf for a moment. Then, Brimli sees what Erynwyn is thinking and quickly assures her)

Brimli: (In a low tone) I had a very burly mother, but a very girly father- once again, I'm one of the exceptions. (Going back to a more humorous subject) It is this opinion, however, that make many believe that there are no Dwarf women. That-Dwarfs just spring up from holes in the ground!

(Erynwyn laughs heartily at this)

Brimli: (Rolling her eyes simply) Which is, of course, ridiculous-everyone knows that those are Elves!

Megolas: (In an annoyed voice) No, Brimli! Elves come from pea-pods! Hello!

Brimli: (Agitated) Whatever! All right, Megolas! I won't say anything more of it. (Shakes her head slowly at Erynwyn)

Erynwyn: (Laughing) Oh, Brimli! You're so funny!

(Erynwyn laughs some more, and we see Jimagorn staring at the maiden. Erynwyn looks back at Jimagorn with a great smile. Jimagorn looks at Erynwyn with a great sense of longing-it is obvious that he likes her. Megolas scolds at Jimagorn)

Megolas: (Firmly) I know what you're thinking, Jimagorn.

Jimagorn: (Coming out of his daze) What, Megolas?

Megolas: (Continuing her firm attitude) I know that you're thinking about Erynwyn, Jimagorn-and I just have to say that you have a lot of nerve! Narwen really loves you, and you're ogling at some chick from Edoras! You should be ashamed of yourself!

Jimagorn: (In a defensive tone) You don't understand, Megolas! My life is really complicated. Before, it was nothing big! I didn't love anybody because I had nobody-well, except myself, and I did love myself; but now, everything's more complicated! Narwen came along and I really thought she was cool!

Megolas: (Angrily) You thought she was cool? What's that supposed to mean, exactly?

Jimagorn: (Agitated) Let me finish, you ninny! Gees, you female Elves are so touchy about things! Anyways, I'm faced with a severe dilemma here, Megolas. On one hand, I've got Narwen, whose willing to give up her immortality just to be with me! But on the other hand-Erynwyn's got a nice butt! It's a hard decision! And besides, Erynwyn seems to really understand me! She fights with swords and shields-whereas, if I try to talk about battles with Narwen, she's always like, (In a very high-pitched, womanly voice) "You're bumming me out, Jimagorn!"

Megolas: (In a serious tone) Well, this isn't a game, Jimagorn! This is love we're talkin' about here! You're going to have to listen to your heart in this one.

Jimagorn: (In a simple tone) Yeah-you see, every time I try to listen to my heart about these things, I always hear a faint beating, then I realize how hot I am, and get totally off track. So-(Shrugs) I'm not guaranteeing any real satisfaction there.

Megolas: (Irritably) Well, you've gotta choose somebody! Either Narwen or Erynwyn, but you cannot have both!

Jimagorn: (A sly grin coming to his face) Or can I?

Megolas: (Shocked) Jimagorn-!

Jimagorn: (In a sensible voice) No, no, no! Just-think about it for a moment, Megolas! Just-think about it.

(We see Jimagorn's face pull into a look of ecstasy, and we see his fantasy. In his fantasy, we see Jimagorn walk through the door to a mansion-like palace-he's very muscular and has a mustache; he is still donning the hair-flip. He lays down his sword and cracks his knuckles)

Jimagorn: (In a very deep, masculine voice) Ladies-I'm home!

(Immediately, Narwen & Erynwyn race to meet Jimagorn; both of them are batting their eyes and look severely taken with him)

Narwen & Erynwyn: (In airy tones) Hi, Jimagorn! We missed you!

Erynwyn: (In a very airy, tone to Narwen) I missed him more!

Narwen: (In the same airy tone) I missed him mostest!

Jimagorn: (In a modest tone, putting up his hands) Ladies! Ladies! I'm sure you both missed me! (Goes and sits in a very comfortable armchair, reclining back, and speaking to the girls) Say-which one of you fine foxes wants to take off my boots? I've had a long day of work, after all!

Narwen: (Quickly raising her hand) I do! (Rushes to take off Jimagorn's boots)

Erynwyn: (Crossing her arms and pouting) No fair! You got to take off his boots yesterday!

Jimagorn: (In a stern tone) Now, Erynwyn, let's not be jealous! If you really want to, you can go into the kitchen and make me an egg sandwich.

Erynwyn: (In a happy tone) Oh joy! I get to make Jimagorn a sandwich!

(Erynwyn skips away to the kitchen merrily. Narwen takes off Jimagorn's boots. After she's done, Jimagorn lets out a sigh of relief and strokes his mustache)

Jimagorn: (Patting Narwen on the head) Thanks, Narwen.you're a doll.

Narwen: (Looking adoringly into Jimagorn's eyes) Jimagorn-I think you're so cool.

Jimagorn: (With a small smile at Narwen) That's nice, Narwen.

Narwen: (Sounding very seductive at the moment) I would do anything for you, Jimagorn.(Places a hand silkily upon Jimagorn's) and I do mean anything.

(Getting her drift, Jimagorn quickly stands up, and moves away, brandishing his hands before him as if to say, "Whoa there!")

Jimagorn: (In an awkward tone) Hold on there, Narwen! I think we're moving a bit too fast! You're just blinded by my severe sexiness and Erynwyn's will to have me!

Narwen: (In a whiny voice as she gets to her feet) Well, how could I not? You're so sexy, and Erynwyn is right there and-!

Jimagorn: (Moving back and speaking casually) I assure you, Narwen, that you've got nothing to worry about! Believe me, Narwen, there's no need to be worried!

(Jimagorn turns around to see Erynwyn standing right there, clasping a bottle of hair gel in one hand, and an egg sandwich in the other)

Erynwyn: (Brandishing the hair gel to Jimagorn and speaking seductively) Hair gel?

Jimagorn: (Taking the hair gel and speaking with a sly smile upon his face) Hmm.decisions, decisions! (Erynwyn & Narwen giggle dumbly and rush to clasp Jimagorn upon a muscular arm. Smiling, Jimagorn pockets the hair gel and makes to eat the egg sandwich. Suddenly, there is a great SLAM as the door to the palace opens. The three look to the door and are surprised to see, standing in the doorframe-Megolas?)

Jimagorn: (Dropping the sandwich in shock and speaking in surprise) Gees, Megolas, what on earth are you doing here?

Megolas: (In a very sexy voice) Oh, Jimagorn, I tried to go back to the Woodland Realm, but I just couldn't-you're all I ever think about these days! I had to come back and tell you how much I love you!

Jimagorn: (Still surprised) But-I thought you hated me!

Megolas: (Giving an airy laugh and running up to Jimagorn) Oh, Jimagorn! That was just a mere façade to hide my true feelings for you! I was so overwhelmed by your sexiness, and your fondness of touching yourself that I had to avert my true feelings for you by acting very mean! Oh sure, I may act like I hate you, but really (Clutching Jimagorn's arm lovingly) I really want you!

Jimagorn: (With a sly laugh) Well, you know what they say: "Three's a crowd- but the more the merrier am I!"

(All four laugh stupidly at this)

Megolas: (Airy) Oh, Jimagorn! You're so funny! (Flipping her curly, brown hair) I don't have a thought upon my curly, brown head!

(All four laugh again, Jimagorn's being great, booming laughs of power)

Erynwyn: (In a very longing tone) Oh, Jimagorn! I love you!

Narwen: (In a whiny voice) I love him more!

Megolas: (In the same whiny voice) Yeah-well, I love him enough to kill somebody!

Jimagorn: (Laughing merrily and putting up his hands) Ladies! Ladies! Don't fight over me! There's plenty of me to go around! (After a slide, off to the side look) But.just in case, you might want to settle this in the mud-pit.

Erynwyn, Narwen, & Megolas: (In cheery voices) YAY! The mud-pit!

(All the ladies start laughing again, and Jimagorn looks quite ecstatic, stroking his mustache with one hand.hesitating.then beginning to stroke his chest instead. Then, we go back to reality, where the real Jimagorn sits atop his horse, nodding slowly and looking quite satisfied) Jimagorn: (Speaking off to the side with a shrug) What do ya think, Megolas?

(We see Megolas' face, which is the most horrified, disgusted look anybody can plaster upon a mug. She looks speechless with disgust. Jimagorn looks rather bemused by this behavior)

Megolas: (After staring for a long time at Jimagorn) That-is-the stupidest thing I had ever heard in my life! I can't even believe you would say something like that!

Jimagorn: (In a sly tone) Well-didn't it turn you on?

(Megolas gives a great shout of disgust, and has her horse trot from Jimagorn's side. For a moment, Jimagorn is left alone, then we see Megolas ride back to his side, looking very angry at the moment)

Megolas: (In a threatening tone) And another thing: If you ever picture me in your sick fantasies again, I'm going to kick your ass to Gondor! (Rides away again)

Jimagorn: (Shouting after her) All right! All right! I won't think about you in my fantasies-(In a low, sly tone as he touches himself) anymore. Heh, heh! (Brightly) But, seriously.Narwen or Erynwyn. (Gives a small laugh) Narwen or Erynwyn. (Becomes more serious as he says it) Narwen.or.Erynwyn. Narwen.Narwen.

(We now experience a change in the scene. It is night-time and the people of Edoras have stopped to rest for the night. Jimagorn sits against a rock, looking restless, occasionally stroking himself fondly. We eventually hear the Voice of Narwen speaking in his memories)

Voice of Narwen: (In a gentle voice) The light of the Evenstar does not wax nor wane.(In a demanding voice) so you better believe I'm not going to let you go any time soon! (In the gentle tone) It is mine to give to whomever I will.like my heart.(Back to the demanding tone) so don't lose it! (In the gentle tone) Go to sleep.

(We see Jimagorn close his eyes, and then we see him lying upon a bench in Rivendell. He doesn't have the flip in his hair)

Jimagorn: (Still sleeping) I am asleep.

(Jimagorn opens his eyes, and smiles as he sees Narwen standing nearby. Narwen looks very happy to see him-yet, strangely grim)

Jimagorn: (With a smile upon his face) This is a dream.

Narwen: (With a great smile crossing her lips) Then it is a good dream.

Jimagorn: (Grabbing a mirror, seeing that he doesn't have his flip, and his eyes widening) Who says?

(Ignoring this, Narwen bends down, and kisses Jimagorn right on the lips. For a while, Jimagorn & Narwen just kiss, and finally, Narwen breaks away; she places her hand upon the other's face, gets up, and walks to a nearby window overlooking all of Rivendell. Jimagorn closes his eyes in peace again)

Narwen: (In a soft tone) You know that my time is over, Jimagorn. You know in your heart that I cannot stay.

(A snore answers her question, and Narwen looks back to see that Jimagorn is really sleeping, with his mouth open and everything)

Narwen: (Irritably) Wake up, fool! I'm talking to you!

Jimagorn: (Snapping awake) I'm up! I'm up! Whose up for Denny's?

(Jimagorn looks at Narwen, who is looking out of the window again, maintaining her serious attitude. Jimagorn realizes the purpose of this dream and decides to speak, still lying down)

Jimagorn: (Speaking in Elvish) You told me that this day would come.that I would have to choose.

Narwen: (Looking back and speaking in Elvish) Your choice is already made.you must go with Lizzo, and walk down that path.

Jimagorn: (His eyes widening as he speaks in Elvish) Are you suggesting I go out with Lizzo or something?

Narwen: (Angrily in Elvish) No, you twit! (Speaking calmly in Elvish) What I mean is that your decisions are already made up-you must abide by them.

(Jimagorn looks as if he is in deep thought, then he gets up, and joins Narwen by her side. He resumes looking out of the window grimly)

Narwen: (In English) Besides, you have your own destinies to be fulfilled.

Jimagorn: (Darkly) Damn destiny.what's it done for me, so far? Nothing but get me in trouble, it has!

Narwen: (Desperately) That will change.I know it will! You have to be willing to let it change, Jimagorn. You have to have faith in this.

Jimagorn: (Worried about the questions in his mind and deciding to speak of them) Narwen-!

Narwen: (Silencing him with a hand upon his lips) This will keep us together.(Moves hand down to the Evenstar pendant) this is what matters to our bond.

Jimagorn: (Looking into Narwen's eyes adoringly) Oh-you're so hot when you talk poetically!

(Jimagorn & Narwen kiss passionately, overcome by their love for one another. Then, the scene changes, and we see Jimagorn walking with the rest of the fleet from Edoras. He is rather grim, wearing the Evenstar pendant out, looking like he's no idea where he's really going. Then, we hear Erynwyn speak besides him)

Erynwyn: (Curious) Who is she?

(Jimagorn quickly looks over at her curious face, wondering if he should really tell her this)

Erynwyn: (More explanatory, nodding at the Evenstar pendant) The woman, who gave you that jewel?

(Jimagorn remembers back to another time in Rivendell, this one grimmer than the other. We see Jimagorn standing before Noelrond, who looks very grim at the moment)

Noelrond: (Seriously) The times are changing, Jimagorn. The time for the Elves is ending-Narwen's time is ending. Let her go. Let her go to the Westland, carrying her love for you there as well, there it will live forever green.

Jimagorn: (Bitterly) But nothing more than a memory.

Noelrond: (With a shrug) And is that a problem for you?

(Jimagorn gives the other a very dark stare, and Noelrond looks quite angry)

Noelrond: (In a very serious tone) I will not leave my daughter here to die!

Jimagorn: (Exasperatedly) She stays because she still has hope-!

Noelrond: (Angrily) She stays for you! She belongs with her people!

(We see Jimagorn in Rivendell, quietly walking throughout the area, trying to keep from being overheard-but he is approached quickly by Narwen)

Narwen: (In a very happy voice) Did you think you could walk away from me without giving me a good-bye kiss? Jimagorn: (With a sigh, not even turning to face her) That was my intent.

Narwen: (Rather bemused by this) I'm sorry, Jimagorn?

Jimagorn: (Still not turning to face her) There is a very good chance that we might not even make it back alive, Narwen.

Narwen: (With a small laugh) Jimagorn, don't tell me you're nervous! You've participated in tons of battles-like the horrible riot at the local Carl's Junior! Remember when you fought your way through the crowd to get me the six-dollar burger? (Laughs) Those were good times. (Suddenly realizes that Jimagorn isn't saying much) Jimagorn, you're not laughing!

Jimagorn: (Grimly) It is not the battle that I am worried about, Narwen-I'm pretty self-confident about that, after all. But it is something else.

(Jimagorn slowly turns around to face Narwen, who is staring at Jimagorn, as he stands before her. He looks rather crestfallen about something-like he's dreading doing something. After a while, he speaks)

Jimagorn: (In a sad, but desperate tone) You have hopes for a better life, Narwen. You can lead a life away from despair-war-grief-horrible long distance prices.

Narwen: (Furrowing her brow in confusion) Why are you saying this?

Jimagorn: (Taking a breath and speaking firmly) I'm mortal.you are Elf kind- one kind of outweighs the other.(Placing a hand on his chest) for when I die, Narwen, you will obviously be grief-stricken and kill yourself; (Shakes his head sadly) I don't want to be responsible for that!

Narwen: (In a very shocked tone) What? So-you're breaking up with me? Oh, no you-! I thought-Jimagorn, you cannot-! (Angrily) See what you made me do, Jimagorn? You got me rambling like a madman!

Jimagorn: (Sadly) Face it, Narwen.(Takes her hands) it wasn't meant to be.

(Narwen looks very crestfallen and heartbroken; the one she loves is leaving her. Jimagorn looks very upset at what he has done. Jimagorn then pulls the Evenstar pendant from his pocket and holds it before Narwen to take)

Jimagorn: (Grimly) I believe this belongs to you.

Narwen: (With a grim smile as she speaks softly) It was a gift.(Folds the other's hand over the precious jewel, and speaks seriously) Keep it.

(And with that, Narwen walks away, leaving Jimagorn alone to ponder at this new development. He stares at the Evenstar pendant for a long time)

Jimagorn: (Angrily) Great, now I've gotta carry this stupid thing around on my travels! It looks so girly on me!

(We go back to the present day Jimagorn, who is looking off into space, then we hear a curious Erynwyn speak to him)

Erynwyn: (Softly and curiously) My lord?

(Jimagorn looks at the maiden and gives a small smile)

Jimagorn: (Almost more to himself than to the maiden) She is sailing into the Valinor, with all that is left of her kin.

(Erynwyn looks away, looking as though she has asked too much. Jimagorn doesn't say anything or look over at the maiden, but only stares off)

Erynwyn: (In a small, awkward tone) So-does this mean that you two are broken up or something?

(Jimagorn openly scolds at the other, and Erynwyn's eyes widen in disbelief)

Erynwyn: (Wondering what the big deal is) What? I'm just asking!

(We now see Commander Awry & Gama ride ahead of the group fleeing to Helm's Deep. Megolas is on a rock, overlooking the entire area, scouting the plains; you can tell by the look on her face that she is suspicious of the road ahead of her. We follow Commander Awry & Gama's ride for a while. Suddenly, Gama's horse rears back, whinnying in fright. Gama tries to calm the horse, looking around for anything dangerous at the same time. Commander Awry looks at the other with a raised eyebrow)

Commander Awry: (Anxiously) What is it, Gama? What do you sense?

Gama: (Irritably) How am I supposed to know? My horse's the one who felt it first! (Tries to calm the horse, and looking about warily) But as to what's out there, I've no clue.

(Commander Awry & Gama look about, trying to spot the disturbance, but they can see nothing-in their vicinity, at least. But we suddenly see-sitting atop the hill the two Men are standing by-Warg Rider#1 watching the two silently. Suddenly, Warg Rider#1 clips his heels into his mount and it jumps towards the two Men. Gama gives a shout as the strange beast aims an attack right at him. Then, we see Megolas, who is walking by King Kevoden, look up sharply as she hears the sound of Gama screaming in pain. Immediately, Megolas darts to help the two Men. When she gets there, she immediately draws out her bow and arrow)

Megolas: (Angrily) HEY! Want something else to bite on? Bite this!

(Megolas shoots an arrow right at the creature's chest, and with a great roar, it plops over dead. Gama rolls off to the side, unspeakably dead. Megolas kicks the body of Warg Rider#1 over)

Megolas: (Shouting back at the group) A SCOUT!

(Commander Awry draws out his sword and rushes to the king's side)

Commander Awry: (To the king) My lord, we are under attack!

King Kevoden: (Shocked) What?

Commander Awry: (Yelling quite loudly, making the king flinch) WE-ARE-UNDER- ATTACK!

(The citizens of Edoras give out shouts of horror as they realize what's happening. Brimli, Jimagorn, & Erynwyn look up in alarm at the commander's words. King Kevoden looks quite disgruntled at the commander)

King Kevoden: (Angrily) I heard what you said, you ninny! I was merely expressing my shock! Commander Awry: (Furrowing his brow) Well, maybe if you would have told me that!

King Kevoden: (Angrily) I shouldn't have to-Oh, well it doesn't matter now! (Yelling towards Megolas) Megolas, is our enemy in close range?

(We see Megolas looking in the distance, which has many Warg Riders dashing towards them. She is wearing a look of shock as she yells back at King Kevoden)

Megolas: (Awkwardly) Uh-yeah! You could say that!

(Many of the citizens are petrified, not even speaking as they look to King Kevoden for guidance)

King Kevoden: (Drawing his sword bravely) All right! All the soldiers and fighters make ready to attack the enemy right between the eyes! All of the women and children-run around screaming hysterically.

(All of the citizens run around, screaming in horror as they try to find a way out of this situation. Suddenly, we hear a series of high-pitched screams. King Kevoden looks very frustrated)

King Kevoden: (Angrily) Jimagorn, I said all the "women and children" run around screaming hysterically!

Commander Awry: (Yelling) All the troops, make ready to attack! Hurry now! Let's get a move on!

(We see Erynwyn rush to a horse and start looking frantically for her sword. Then, we see Brimli try in vain to mount a horse properly)

Brimli: (Angrily) Why don't these things come with steps; and haven't you guys ever heard of ponies? Gees!

(Erynwyn gives a shout of joy as she grasps the hilt of her sword. But then, King Kevoden's hand grasps hers before she can draw out the weapon. Erynwyn looks incredulously at the king)

Erynwyn: (Incredulously) My lord-!

King Kevoden: (Seriously) Gather the group together and flee to Helm's Deep! We will clear the path as best as we can!

Erynwyn: (Angrily) I went through over five years of sword's play training and all you're asking me to do is run away from everyone else?

King Kevoden: (Firmly) I mean it, Erynwyn! We will meet you at the shelter in a few. Erynwyn: (Toughly) I can fight!

King Kevoden: (Firmly shouting) NO! (Looks about anxiously and speaks rapidly) Do this-for me.(Bats his eyes at his niece) Please?

Erynwyn: (Angrily) The puppy-dog look! You jerk-now I feel like the idiot!

King Kevoden: (Seriously) Lead them on, Erynwyn. Go! GO!

(Sourly, Erynwyn nods in agreement. Then, she moves away from her horse, causing King Kevoden to ride off on his to join the battle. The citizens are shouting and screaming hysterically-too blinded by horror to really think)

Erynwyn: (In a firm shout) Everyone! Everyone! Citizens of Edoras!

Citizen of Edoras#8: (Hysterically) We're all going to die! We're all going to die!

Erynwyn: (Angrily) Excuse me!

Citizen of Edoras#10: (Also hysterical) Where're my leg warmers? Who's seen my leg warmers? Oh God! I'm going to die without my leg warmers!

(Agitated, Erynwyn whistles sharply, causing all the citizens to stop in their tracks and look at the maiden)

Erynwyn: (Loudly and firmly) All right, you bunch of pansies! We make to Helm's Deep! Form a line and make it quick! Stay together! If you don't, I'll rip your arms off and beat you with them!

(The citizens form a line and begin to make their way towards Helm's Deep. We see Jimagorn atop his horse look towards Erynwyn in amazement. Erynwyn gives Jimagorn a small smile; Jimagorn clips his heels into the sides of his horse and rides off to join the fray taking place. Speaking of which, the battle with the Warg Riders is awful. The Warg riders are quite fast and deadly, where they lack in brains, they make up for in pure ferocity. Megolas is shooting one after the other on foot, and we see many soldiers, led by King Kevoden, coming over the hill upon horseback; their swords are drawn and ready to fight. Different archers up front pull out their arrows and shoot at the intruders. Seeing Brimli on her horse, Megolas grabs the horse's reins and pulls herself up in a very artistic manner-obviously too artistic to be real. Brimli gives a derisive snort)

Brimli: (Under her breath) Oh sure.that was real!

(Megolas doesn't answer, resuming shooting arrows at the different Warg riders. Whether the fighters wish to live or die is unknown-all that is apparent is that they want to buy some time for the fleeing citizens. King Kevoden rides ahead of the group, Commander Awry at his side, and begins to slash at the Orcs upon their wolfish mounts. But the stealth of the Men is short-lived as many of their horses are shot with arrows, and they are forced to continue their fight upon foot. Seeing that the Men need extra help, Megolas jumps off of the horse, leaving the poor Brimli alone)

Brimli: (Irritably shouting at the disappearing Elf) All right! Go ahead and just leave me here! Leave me here to fend for myself against these Warg freaks!

Megolas: (Shouting back) Oh, stop shouting, Brimli! You're going to give yourself laryngitis! You'll be fine! You're a seasoned fighter! (Shoots an arrow at an approaching Orc, right between its eyes)

Brimli: (Suddenly bursting with pride) Hey! You're right! If I can survive a Balrog in Moria with just an axe, I should be able to tackle a few Orcs! I'm a great fighter! I'm the best Dwarven fighter out there, in fact!

(A stray arrow hits Brimli's horse, which crumples to the ground uselessly. Brimli shouts out as she flies from her mount and lands right on her back. For a while, she just lies there, her helmet slightly askew, and her eyes gazing up at the sky in a daze)

Brimli: (In a dazed voice) Well-once I learn to pay attention more, I'll be the perfect Dwarven fighter out there!

(A growling noise penetrates the sound, and Brimli sits bolt upright. We see a Warg rider looking right at the fallen Dwarf, and clenching its teeth in enticement-longing to taste the fresh meat of a Dwarf. Brimli quickly rearranges her helmet upon her head, stands upon her feet, and pulls out her axe threateningly. She stares at the Warg with no fear in her eyes)

Brimli: (In a growling voice) You think you're better than me, bucko? Well, bring you're pretty face to my axe and I'll show you how much better you are!

(The Warg launches itself at the Dwarf, and Brimli makes herself ready to fight it off. But before the beast can get five inches before Brimli, an arrow drops the Warg to the ground, where its body bowls over the surprised Dwarf. After giving an exclamation of surprise, Brimli looks to the side to see Megolas with her bow and arrow out, and she is pulling another out for safety measures. Megolas gives a small smile to the Dwarf)

Brimli: (Angrily) You ninny! I had that one!

Megolas: (Frowning) It didn't look like you had it!

Brimli: (Angrily, as she tries to shove the dead beast's body off her) Well- that one counts as mine!

Megolas: (Rolling her eyes as she makes to move away to fight off some more Wargs) Dwarves!

Brimli: (In a desperate tone to the Elf) Uh-Megolas! I need a little help here! (Tries to push the dead body off of her once more, to no avail) Dear lord! How can such a dumb animal be so heavy? What do they feed you- rocks?

(Brimli continues to attempt pushing the body off of her so that she can actually get back to fighting)

Brimli: (Angrily) Damn it! How could this possibly get any worse?

(A growling sound is heard, and Brimli looks off to the side to see another Warg rider making its way over to the fallen Dwarf. Brimli's eyes go wide in astonishment)

Brimli: (Frustrated) Oh-well, that's pretty sucky, right there!

(As the new beast inches closer, Brimli makes to grab her fallen axe. But she can't grasp it by inches)

Brimli: (Angrily) What a time to have short arms, eh?

(The Warg comes closer, with quicker strides, determined to end the Dwarf's life. Figuring that this is where her fight ends, Brimli closes her eyes to await the pain of the Warg. The Warg pounces towards her with a fierce roar, but drops down immediately as a broadsword flings into its chest during mid-leap. It falls dead-right on top of the carcass upon Brimli. Brimli gives a great shout as the wind is knocked out of her. She looks off to the side and sees Jimagorn looking at Brimli with a fearful expression)

Jimagorn: (Anxiously) You all right, Brimli?

Brimli: (Angrily) I'd be a lot better if I didn't have two, stinkin' Warg carcasses crushing the life out of me!

Jimagorn: (Frustrated) Well-that's no way to congratulate the person who just saved your life!

Brimli: (Sarcastically) Yeah, you're right, Jimagorn! Thanks for killing that Warg and having it land right on me! Gees! What do you guys not get about aiming away from the Dwarf?

(Rolling his eyes, Jimagorn turns away from the scene. He sees an approaching Warg rider#2, its bow and arrow out and aiming right at King Kevoden. Immediately, Jimagorn grasps the side of the Warg rider's mount, and pulls himself upon the mount. Warg Rider#2 turns around and gives a great hiss as it realizes whom it is)

Jimagorn: (Sarcastically) Hope you don't mind if I tag along?

Warg Rider#2: (Angrily) Of course I mind! You know how many months I had to wait to get this Warg? Seven! And that's with insurance! You just come up and ride along as if it's no big-!

Jimagorn: (Awkwardly) Uh-I was being sarcastic, you know.

Warg Rider#2: (Understanding) Oh! Sorry, I'm not good with detecting emotions. (Viciously) But I can detect pain-want an example? (Grasps his arrow to stab Jimagorn with)

Jimagorn: (Sarcastically) You first!

(Jimagorn plunges his dagger right into the Orc's chest, and Warg Rider#2 screams in pain. With that being done, Jimagorn makes to jump off the Warg, but his shirtsleeve gets caught upon the saddle of the Warg. Jimagorn is being dragged away by the Warg. If that wasn't enough, Commander Awry shoots an arrow at the Warg, which drives the creature crazy. Jimagorn tries desperately to flee himself)

Jimagorn: (Tugging upon the taut shirt sleeve) Damn my excellent sewing abilities! Damn them to hell!

(We see the Warg Rider#2 go flying as his mount makes a great, awkward jump over some rocks. All that is left running is the Warg and the trapped Jimagorn. Seeing an upcoming cliff, Jimagorn struggles desperately to save himself, occasionally kicking the huge beast in the side. But the monster is only running faster, and pretty soon it collapses from the pain delivered by its wounds and exhaustion. But the monster rolls uselessly towards the cliff, and a single cry of shock escapes Jimagorn before he and the Warg tumble off the cliff-and out of sight. Now, we see Megolas fighting with a huge Orc-one arrow to the chest is all it takes for Megolas to win the fight. She gives a great sigh of satisfaction. Then, we hear Brimli speak nearby)

Brimli: (In a strangled voice) Help me.please!

(Megolas looks to the side and gives a great shout of dismay as she sees Brimli practically buried by three dead Wargs. Within five strides, Megolas is at her friend's side, pushing the Wargs off the Dwarf)

Megolas: (As she huffs and puffs to get rid of the bodies) How long have you been under there, Brimli?

Brimli: (Sits up when two of the carcasses have been removed) Let's see-I suppose it's been almost an hour-I did see some interesting cloud pictures though. (Rubs her ribs tenderly) Though, I may have strained my ribs a bit. (Winces as she touches a bruised spot) Ouch, that smarts!

Megolas: (In an apologetic tone) I'm dreadfully sorry I wasn't able to help you sooner-I had to fight off so many Orcs; and practically baby sit King Kevoden. (In a very agitated tone to the Dwarf) When I asked him to draw his broadsword, it took him over five minutes to realize he had accidentally grabbed one of Commander Awry's weapons from his belt-and it wasn't even a weapon; it was a water bottle!

Brimli: (With a simple wave) Ah-Men are a bunch of idiots; the kings are worse! (Takes a good look around her) Ugh-what a mess!

(And indeed it is. The ground is littered with the bodies of many Wargs and their fallen riders; to make the matter worse, there are a few Men who have fallen. We see King Kevoden standing upon a rock, overlooking the sight-those Warg riders who are not dead are retreating over the hills, roaring like dogs who have been maliciously beaten. But King Kevoden looks upon the sight grimly-he doesn't like the amount of fallen Men. We see Commander Awry ride up to him)

King Kevoden: (Not even looking at the Commander) Report, Awry.

Commander Awry: (Proudly) Those Warg riders that are not dead are retreating back from whence they came. We have won, my lord!

King Kevoden: (More to himself) But to what loss, my commander? How many more will die for the good of Rohan? How many more.?

Commander Awry: (In a practical tone) I'm guessing about half-and those that don't die from grievous battle wounds will probably die from scurvy; cases are more common these days than in the second age, after all.

(King Kevoden scowls openly at Commander Awry)

King Kevoden: (Angrily) You obviously don't know what symbolism is!

Commander Awry: (Confused) Symba-what, now?

King Kevoden: (Angrily) Oh, never mind!

(We now see Megolas moving about the battle field, Brimli right behind her. Even thought the battle is over, both have weapons drawn; they obviously do not want to risk who is dead and who isn't. Megolas' face is etched in concern-somebody's missing)

Megolas: (Shouting) Jimagorn! Jimagorn! (In a quieter tone to Brimli) Where is he?

Brimli: (In a simple tone) Allow me, Megolas. (Breathes in and shouts very loudly) JIMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAGORRRRRRRRRRRNNNNN!

(The field goes unnaturally quiet, and Megolas gives Brimli a wide-eyed stare. Brimli is merely looking about the field, as if she has done nothing more than call out somebody's name in a quiet manner. Finally, the Dwarf shrugs)

Brimli: (In a bemused voice) No answer.(Looks to Megolas in a concerned way) I'm beginning to worry about him, Megolas. What if something happened to-?

Megolas: (Cutting off the thought before it can finish) No, he's fine! He's somewhere around here. (Giving a great "tuh" of frustration) He's probably hiding underneath a horse in the fetal position, waiting for the battle to get over-or running a comb through that damned hair-flip of his! (Straightens the quiver on her back, and whispers her next thought) Still.

(The Dwarf and the Elf make their way throughout the field, looking about for their friend. Although Megolas openly made fun of Jimagorn, she is concerned about him. She looks about nervously, as if expecting to find him wounded upon the field-or worse. They approach the cliff where Jimagorn has fallen-but they don't know this. They look about nervously. Then, Brimli looks off to the side as she hears a hissing laughter-a hissing laughter delivered by a dying Warg Rider#2. Megolas looks over as well, obviously disgusted by this. Brimli gives the Warg Rider#2 a suspicious eye and walks boldy over to him)

Brimli: (In a growling voice as she raises her axe) Tell me what happened, and I'll ease your passing!

Warg Rider#2: (In a hissing tone, gurgling on his own blood) Why would I want your sympathy, foul Dwarf?

Brimli: (Angrily) Isn't getting any easier!

(We see King Kevoden & Commander Awry-who are scanning the field for survivors-join the new scene between the Elf, the Dwarf, and the Warg rider. Brimli looks very menacing at the moment)

Brimli: (In an angry tone) Are you going to tell me what happened, or will I have to find out the hard way?

Warg Rider#2: (Spitting the words out gleefully) He's-dead!

(King Kevoden & Commander Awry look to one another, as if to ask one another telepathically if the Orc's words are true. Megolas' eyes go wide in shock at this statement. Brimli shows no sign of emotion, not wanting the laughing Orc to get to her. King Kevoden moves to the cliff's edge, followed closely by Commander Awry. Angrily, Megolas rushes to the side of the dead Orc, pulls him up by the front of his grubby tunic, and puts her face surprisingly close to the other's)

Megolas: (In a determined, enraged whisper) You lie!

Warg Rider#2: (Still laughing) Do I? I saw it with my own two eyes! You think I would lie when it comes to the death of an enemy?

Megolas: (Shaking the other angrily) You LIE! You lie like a rug!

(With that, Warg Rider#2 dies while laughing. Megolas releases her grip upon the dead Orc, disgusted by the other's actions and statements. Brimli nudges the body with her boot, to be sure it's really dead. Then, Megolas notices something-Warg Rider#2 is clenching something within his hand. Carefully, Megolas makes to pry the Orc's grip upon the object)

Brimli: (Shocked) Megolas! Don't steal from people's corpses! Give 'em a little decency-wait till they're in the ground, at least!

(But Megolas doesn't notice-she is too busy opening the dead Orc's hand. When she does, she quickly grasps what the Orc is holding. Afraid of what she may find, Megolas doesn't look immediately. Brimli looks up at the Elf with interest. Finally, Megolas opens her hand-and we see the Evenstar pendant lying delicately upon her palm. Quickly, Megolas clenches it to her hand and rushes to King Kevoden's & Commander Awry's side, followed shortly by Brimli. All four look down at a dangerous looking river awaiting the bottom of the cliff-there is no way anything could drop in there and come back out alive. A few feet away, lying upon an edge in the cliff, lies Jimagorn's cloak. We go back to the four companions, all staring hopelessly at the dangerous rapids-it seems as if all the hopes they had of finding Jimagorn alive are gone. Finally, King Kevoden sighs, and sheathes his sword)

King Kevoden: (Loudly, so that other soldiers may hear) Get the wounded on horses-leave the dead.

(Commander Awry rushes off to help in the deed, and Brimli slowly follows the other. Megolas is going nowhere-but she stares incredulously at King Kevoden; she obviously did not expect to give up so soon)

Megolas: (Angrily) You're not proposing that we just leave him, are you?

King Kevoden: (Despairingly) Megolas, when it comes right down to it, he is already far-gone.

(Megolas still stares at the king as if expecting him to call off his actions, but he doesn't do anything. Megolas still clutches the jewel-all she has left of the lost Jimagorn. She stares down at the rapids, not really looking for anything, but perhaps hoping that it cannot be true. Feeling her pain, King Kevoden puts a hand upon her shoulder)

King Kevoden: (In a very sympathetic tone) Come, Megolas.I've got some inspirational music we can listen to once we get to Helm's Deep.

(Megolas doesn't move, looking as though she hasn't even heard. Finally, King Kevoden moves away, knowing that the Elf will follow eventually. Megolas stares at the rapids, the truth slowly sinking in: Jimagorn will not make it to Helm's Deep. Although it is quite traumatic, the Elf doesn't cry-perhaps, in her heart, she has the feeling that they may be wrong in the end)