Denethor:
[about to burn himself along with Faramir who is unconscious]
Set a fire in our flesh.
Gandalf:
[the torch was about to reach the pyre until Shadowfax, Pippin and Gandalf barge in the room]
Stay this madness!
Denethor:
[grabs the torch and prepares to light the pyre]
You may triumph on the field of battle for a day, but against the power that is risen in the East, there is no victory!
[throws the torch on the pyre Gandalf knocks Denethor off of the pyre and Pippin pulls out Faramir out of the flame]
Denethor:
NO! You will not take my son from me!
[Shadowfax rears and kicks him into the pyre. Faramir wakes from unconsciousness; relieved]
Denethor:
Faramir.
[he realizes too late that he is burning and runs to the pinnacle, screaming all the way]
Gandalf:
So passes Denethor, son of Ecthelion.
[Denethor plunges to his death]
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