I really don't have much to add to this post in terms of commentary. It isn't Tolkien (in the book it is Gollum, not Frodo, who is incapacitated by the coming of the Nazgul overhead), but it's a well-done scene, clearly conveying the sense that the hobbits are still in extreme danger, even in the Dead Marshes.
Sam's care for Frodo is highlighted, too, which makes Sam look a lot better than in previous film scenes in which he is rather brutal towards Gollum (who in the films is shown in an especially sympathetic light).
Book scene: from The Passage of the Marshes.It was late in the night when at length they reached firmer ground again. Gollum hissed an whispered to himself, but it appeared that he was pleased: in some mysterious way, by some blended sense of feel, and smell, and uncanny memory for shapes in the dark, he seemed to know just where he was again, and to be sure of his road ahead. (…) But in a little while he stopped suddenly and sniffed the air doubtfully, hissing as if he was troubled or displeased again.
‘What is it?’ growled Sam, misinterpreting the signs. ‘What’s the need to sniff? The stink nearly knocks me down with my nose held. You stink, and master stinks; the whole place stinks.’
‘Yes, yes, and Sam stinks!’ answered Gollum. ‘Poor Sméagol smells it, but good Sméagol bears it. Helps nice master. But that’s no matter. The air’s moving, change is coming. Sméagol wonders; he’s not happy.’
He went on again, but his uneasiness grew, and every now and again he stood up to his full height, craning his neck eastward and southward. For some time the gobbits could not hear or feel what was troubling him. Then suddenly all three halted, stiffening and listening. To Frodo and Sam it seemed that they heard, far away, a long wailing cry, high and thin and cruel. They shivered. At the same moment the stirring of the air became perceptible to them; they heard noise like a wind coming in the distance. The misty lights wavered, dimmed, and went out.
Gollum would not move. He stood shaking and gibbering to himself, until with a rush the wind came upon them, hissing and snarling over the marshes. The night became less dark, light enough for them to see, or half see, shapeless drifts of fog, curling and twisting as it rolled over them and passed them. Looking up they saw the clouds breaking and shredding; and then high in the south the moon glimmered out, riding in the flying wrack.
For a moment the sight of it gladdened the hearts of the hobbits; but Gollum cowered down, muttering curses on the White Face. Then Frodo and Sam stating at the sky, breathing deeply of the fresher air, saw it come: a small cloud flying from the accursed hills; a black shadow loosed from Mordor; a vast shape winged and ominous. It scudded across the moon, and with a deadly cry went away westward, outrunning the wind in its fell speed.
They fell forward, grovelling heedlessly on the cold earth. But the shadow of horror wheeled and returned, passing lower now, right above them, sweeping the fen-reek with its ghastly wings. And then it was gone, flying back to Mordor with the speed of the wrath of Sauron; and behind it the wind roared away, leaving the Dead Marshes bare and bleak. The naked waste, as far as the eye could pierce, even to the distant menace of the mountains, was dappled with the fitful moonlight.
Frodo and Sam got up, rubbing their eyes, like children wakened from an evil dream to find the familiar ngiht still over the world. But Gollum lay on the ground as if he had been stunned. They roused him with difficulty, and for some time he would not lift his face, but knelt forward on his elbows, covering the back of his head with his large flat hands.
‘Wraiths!’ he wailed, ‘Wraiths on wings! The Precious is their master. They see everything, everything. Nothing can hide from them. Curse the White Face! And they tell Him everything. He sees, He knows. Ach, gollum, gollum, gollum!’ It was not until the moon had sunk, westering far away beyond Tol Brandir, that he would get up or make a move.
Film scene: Gollum and the hobbits hide from the Ringwraith.Gollum: (Looking up.) Ahh!
Sam: Black Riders!
Gollum: Hide! Hide!
Frodo grasps his shoulder in pain, a vision of his wounding by the Witch King on Weathertop appearing.
Sam: Come on, Frodo, Come on!
Sam urges him, half-drags him under the shelter of a low bush where Gollum has taken cover.
Gollum: Quick! They will see us! They will see us!
Sam: (Under the bush, to Gollum.) I thought they were dead!
Gollum: Dead? No, you cannot kill them! No.
The Ringwraith swoops, shrieking, its steed bellowing.
Gollum: Wraiths! Wraiths on wings! They are calling for it. They are calling for the Precious.
Unnoticed by Sam and Gollum, Frodo, as if he can’t help himself, slowly reaches for the Ring. Sam sees and takes Frodo’s hand, holding it fast.
Sam: Mr. Frodo! It's alright. I'm here.
The Ringwraith circles overhead and flies off into the distance. Frodo begins to recover.
Gollum: Hurry, hobbits! The Black Gate is very close.
As usual, the screencaps of this scene have been cropped and adjusted for brightness, contrast and focus.
~ The Ringwraith swoops low over the marshes.
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