[Frodo and Sam walk slowly across Mordor in their Orc armor.]

[Frodo falls and lays panting.]

Frodo: "I can't… I can't manage the Ring, Sam. It's… it's… it's such a weight to carry. It… such a weight."

[Sam points toward Mount Doom.]

Sam: "We're going that way. Straight as we can. There's no point in carrying anything we're not sure to need."

[The hobbits throw their Orc armor into a fissure. Sam throws down his pans.]

[Sam and Frodo are resting at night. Sam sees a glimmer of stars in the night sky.]

Sam: "Mister Frodo, look! There is light, and beauty up there, that no Shadow can touch."

[Frodo, unconscious, doesn't respond.]

[Aragorn's company comes within sight of the Black Gate.]

[The hobbits have stopped to rest. Frodo tries to drink some water, but there is none left in his water bottle.]

[Sam hands his canteen to Frodo.]

Sam: "Take mine, there's a few drops left."

[Frodo empties the last supply of water.]

Frodo: "There'll be none left for the return journey."

Sam: "I don't think there will be a return journey, Mister Frodo."

[Aragorn's troops reach the Black Gate, unopposed.]

[The hobbits stagger across the plains.]

[The Eye of Sauron scans the area, looking towards the vicinity of the hobbits.]

Sam: "Frodo! Get down! Hide!"

[As Frodo falls to the ground, hidden from view, the Eye searches their location.]

Sam: "Frodo!"