[A small group of riders move through the forest: Éomer, Théoden, Gandalf, Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli. They look around warily, as the low sounds of lumbering trees are heard around them.]

[The end of the forest, followed by Isengard, comes into view. Hobbit laughter is heard.]

[Merry and Pippin sit on top of the Isengard storeroom, feasting.]

Merry: "It's good. Definately from the Shire."

Merry: "Longbottom Leaf, eh?"

[The hobbits nod and grin.]

Pippin: "I feel like I'm back at the Green Dragon…"

Merry: "Hmm, Green Dragon."

Pippin: "A mug of ale in my hand, putting my feet up on a settle after a hard day's work."

Merry: "Only, you've never done a hard day's work."

[The riders appear, and approach the crumbled gates encircling Isengard.]

[The Hobbits spot the riders.]

Merry: "Welcome, my Lords… to Isengard!"

[Aragorn grins.]

Gimli: "You young rascals! A merry chase you've led us on, and now we find you feasting and… and smoking!"

Pippin (slightly inebriated and touched by the leaf): "We are sitting on the field of victory, enjoying a few well-earned comforts. The salted pork is particularly good."

Gimli: "Salted pork?" (smiles)

Gandalf (impatiently): "Hobbits."

Merry: "We're under orders from Treebeard, who's taken over management of Isengard."