[Pippin climbs to the top of the beacon at Minas Tirith, evading the guards.]

[He reaches for a lamp hanging over it. A rope snaps, spilling oil on the wood.]

[Pippin tosses the lit lamp onto the wood, which quickly catches fire, to the Pippin's surprise. He climbs down.]

[As Gandalf watches, the beacon burns, as soon does another one on a nearby mountainside.]

Gandalf: "Amon Dîn."

[Guards on watch take notice.]

Guard: "The beacon! The beacon of Amon Dîn is lit!"

[Denethor looks out of a window and frowns.]

Gandalf: "Hope is rekindled."

[Signal beacons light in succession across several peaks.]