61,000 Donkeys

GANDALF and PIPPIN sit on stone steps . . . Both

covered in sweat and grime, bone-weary from fighting,
spirits and hearts bruised . . .

PIPPIN:(quiet)

             I didn't think it would end this way . . .

 GANDALF: (gently):

             End? No, the journey doesn't end here.

PIPPIN looks up at GANDALF, questioningly . . . .

GANDALF: Death is just another path, one that we all

must take.

ANGLE ON: GANDALF looks down to see PIPPIN looking
up at him with fear in his eyes . . .

GANDALF: (remembering)

The grey rain curtain of this world rolls

back and all turns to silver glass . . .

(to himself)

and then you see it . . .

ANGLE ON: GANDALF breaks off, lost in reverie . . .

PIPPIN:

What, Gandalf? See what?

GANDALF:

White shores ... And beyond . . . A far green

country under a swift sunrise.

PIPPIN stares up at the OLD WIZARD'S FACE, softened
quiet and full of peace . . .

PIPPIN:(quiet)

Well, that isn't so bad.

GANDALF:(gently)

No . . . No, it isn't.

posted by Jonny:) @ 2:51 PM