Forth eorlingas!!! Va una de épica!

Vaya vaya, pillamos velocidad en el blog...

Que sería del cine sin la épica, sin remontar aquellas batallas legendarias en contra de la maldad y la oscuridad y que sería del cine sin la trilogia del señor de los anillos... pues os daré la respuesta: lo mismo que en literatura, no habría existido la historia fantástica mas bien hecha de la historia.

Como de las tres películas se pueden extraer muchos trozos, os pondré la escena que me ha puesto mas el bello de punta de la historia del cine... increible, sin mas. FORTH EORLINGAS!

WIDE ON: 6000 HORSEMEN, lead by THEODEN and EOMER, step up to
the SKYLINE . . .

ANGLE ON: MINAS TIRITH lies less than a MILE AWAY, down a
gentle slope. Over 50,000 ORCS are swarming around the base
of the city . . . thick BLACK SMOKE belches from within it.

CLOSE ON: MERRY BLANCHES with FEAR . . . EOWYN puts a
comforting hand on his shoulder.

EOWYN
(whisper)
Courage, Merry ... courage for our friends


Ont he BATTLE FIELD GOTHMOG walks among his troops ...

GOTHMOG
Form ranks you maggots! Form ranks! Pikes
in front, lances behind.

The ORCS PREPARE for BATTLE.

ANGLE ON: THEODEN gallops in front of his ARMY, ISSUING
URGENT ORDERS to his CAPTAINS:

THEODEN
(urgent yells)
Eomer! Take your Eored down the left flank
. . . Gamling! Follow the King's banner down
the centre. Grimbold, take your company
right after we pass the wall. Forth and
fear no darkness!

CLOSE ON: THEODEN rides to the front of his ARMY. He rises in
his stirrups, TALL and PROUD, yelling in a clear, LOUD VOICE


THEODEN (cont'd)
(stirring call)
Arise, arise, Riders of Theoden! Spears
shall be shaken, shields shall be
splintered . . . a sword day, a red day ^ere
the sun rises!

ANGLE ON: A RAY of SUNLIGHT escapes through the BLACK CLOUDS,
bathing the ROHIRRIM in GOLDEN LIGHT. WEAPONS and ARMOUR
GLEAMS . . . as 6000 HORSEMEN hold their SPEARS aloft!

Below, on PELENNOR FIELD, the ORC kneel and raise their
LANCES in READINESS ...

ANGLE ON: EOWYN, her arm around MERRY before her . . .


EOWYN
(terrified)
Whatever happens, stay with me. I'll look
after you.

MERRY looks on in SHOCK ...

ANGLE ON: As THEODEN rides past the ranks of SOLDIERS he runs
his LANCE along their SPEARS ... The noise echoes through the
RANKS as the WEAPONS of other RIDERS CLATTER in response ...

THEODEN
(stirring call)
Ride now, ride now, ride, ride for ruin and
the world's ending!

THEODEN faces his ENEMY !

THEODEN ( cont'd )
Death!

ROHIRRIM
(6000 voices)
Death!

CLOSE ON: MERRY is swept up in the emotion . .. he whips out
his LITTLE SWORD!

THEODEN
Death!

MERRY
Death!

EOWYN
Death!

THEODEN
(yelling)
Death! Forth Eorlingas!