Gandalf: Ah.
Háma: I cannot allow you before Théoden King so armed, Gandalf Grayhame by order of
Grima Wormtongue.
(Gandalf nods to the others and they all start disarming themselves and handing their
weapons over to the Edoras soldiers.)
Háma: Your staff.
Gandalf: Oh, no. You would not part an old man from his walking stick?
(Háma grimaces and gives a slight nod then turns to lead them into the hall. Gandalf
winks at Aragorn.)
Grima: (Whispers to Théoden) My lord, Gandalf the Grey is coming.
(The doors close behind them.)
Grima: He’s a herald of woe.
Gandalf: The courtesy of your hall has somewhat lessened of late Théoden King.
Grima: (Whispering) He’s not welcome.
Théoden: (Haltingly) Why should I welcome you, Gandalf Stormcrow?
Grima: A just question my liege. Late is the hour in which this conjuror chooses to
appear. Lots spell I name him, ill news is an ill guest.
Gandalf: Be silent. Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed
through fire and death to bandy crude words with a witless worm.
Grima: His staff. I told you to take the wizards staff.
(Grima backs away. Soldiers come rushing forward. Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas fight them
off. Háma holds back Gamling from joining. Gandalf continues forward as if nothing is going
on.)
Gandalf: Théoden son of Thengel. Too long have you sat in the shadows.
(Gimli puts his foot on Grima’s chest, stopping him from getting up.)
Gimli: I would stay still if I were you.
Gandalf: Harken to me. (Théoden grimaces and lets out a slight growl. Gandalf
raises his hand) I release you from this spell.
Théoden: Hahahahaahaha. Hahahahahahah. You have no power here Gandalf the Grey.
(Théoden is still laughing, suddenly Gandalf takes off the gray cloak, revealing the
white cloaks that he now wears. Théoden screams.)
Gandalf: I will draw you Saruman as poison is drawn from a wound.
(Théoden slams back against the throne, Gandalf gets closer pointing his staff at
Théoden. Éowyn enters and tries to run to Théoden, but Aragorn grabs her and stops
her.)
Aragorn: Wait.
Théoden: If I go, Théoden dies.
(Gandalf again throws him back against the throne with his staff.)
Gandalf: You could not kill me, you will not kill him.
Théoden: Rohan is mine.
(Gandalf throws him against the throne again.)
Gandalf: Be gone.
(Théoden screams and lunges at Gandalf, he hits Théoden with the staff. Saruman slides
across the floor in Orthanc. Théoden moans and slides down in the chair. Aragorn lets Éowyn
go and she runs over and catches Théoden. She puts him back up in the throne. His face
begins to change back into the younger Théoden. Éowyn smiles at him.)
Théoden: I know your face. Éowyn. Éowyn. Gandalf?
Gandalf: Breathe the free air again my friend.