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Go to the Men who have taken refuge in the old watchtower.

...we make for the Elven tower at first light.

Pull now, cadets! [echoing] Pull!

The king in the tower, whom no one has seen in years.

[Orc breathing heavily]

We are sons and daughters of the Edain.

-[gate slams] -[lock clicks]

Of men who laid the Sea Wall.

Even the hottest coals eventually cool.

he brought me here.

But with your backing they might unite behind his banner. And fight.

[door creaking]

What does yours tell you?

Durin, want what?

[Dwarf miners clamoring]

[Theo grunts, gasping]

you'll never breathe so much as a whisper

Hey, Eärien. Plans, now.

Where have you got it? [growls]

Perhaps neither of us have to bear that burden alone any longer.

His path nearly destroyed us.

Would he be proud of what I've accomplished with his legacy?

Place your hand upon it.

[shudders] I'm not going in there.

[crowd cheering]

What poor sod will you rope into that?

There's four Dwarves down there!

Supposed to make you forget your troubles.

-[gasping] -It is a perfect day, Queen Regent.

A few weeks back now.

Just a petty lord, actually.

Now, what seems to be the trouble, hmm?

Now, all of a sudden, she throws you in a cell.

[chains clinking]

[Halbrand] Don't tell me.

[coughing, groaning]

They will be gathering soon in the court,

[Prince Durin] They just pulled out the last one.

It was my fault, Sea-master.

-[door opens] -[people clamoring]

The Island Kingdom of Númenor.

[Prince Durin sighs]