Best Actor

    "Um..." Sean got stuck at the end of the day, and after a while he could only smile, "Sorry, I know it was the story of Frodo and Sam taking Gollum across the swamp, but I recall it Intermittent, can you change a section?"

    "Okay," Jackson thought for a while, "Part 1, Section 10, Strider, the plot of Frodo, Sam, and Aragorn, but since I reminded you, you Gotta start with paragraph 7."

    "Um..." Sean continued to get stuck, "Sorry, I know this is the plot of Frodo and the others escaping the Nazgul in the hotel, but I'm not familiar with these episodes, Can you change it?"

    "Okay," Jackson rolled his eyes this time, "then go back to the second part, the seventh quarter this time, starting from paragraph 23."

    After a pause, before Sean spoke, he added: "On this section, no further changes are allowed."

    "I see," Sean scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly, "Will you give me a few minutes to brew my emotions?"

    Jackson made a gesture of please, Sean immediately folded his hands, supported his chin, and closed his eyes.

    He just sat there motionless, Jackson waited patiently at first, but he never moved, and gradually, Jackson became impatient.

    Then, Sean opened his eyes and stood up abruptly: "Aragorn exudes the aura of an unparalleled king in the world, making the savage on the ground stop and look back at the valley uneasily. Some of them even looked up at the sky. But the orcs laughed mercilessly, Aragorn leaped down from the high wall, and the arrows behind him shot like rain. A deafening loud noise and dazzling eyes The place where Aragorn stood before collapsed in the thick smoke in an instant, and the fortifications under the city gate seemed to have been struck by lightning and collapsed. Aragorn ran to the tower where the king was.

    However, just as the gate was captured and the orcs roared and prepared to charge, a whispering voice suddenly sounded behind them, as if the distant wind brought an ominous omen. The Orcs on Horn Rock heard the sound, and turned their heads to look back; just then, from the tower in the fortress, the battle horn of Helm's Deep was sounded.

    Everyone who heard the voice trembled, and many orcs fell to the ground, covering their ears with their claws. From Helm's Deep came a constant echo, one after another, as if a trumpeter on every mountain answered the call. The defenders listened intently, and the sound of the horn kept echoing in the valley, not only did not weaken, but became more and more wild and unrestrained, more and more high and exciting.

    'The Helm! Holy Helm! ' shouted the hussars: 'The ancient warriors have risen, and will help King Theoden win the battle! ’

    The king appeared amid the cheers of the crowd. His horses were white and snow, his shields were dazzling, and his spears were extremely sharp. To his right was Aragorn, the son of Elendil, and behind him was Elendil. The Imperial Guard of the European Royal Family. Dawn pierced the sky, and the night quietly faded.

    'Hushers, go! ' With a loud roar, all the cavalry charged towards the enemy. They rushed out of the collapsed gate, invincible all the way, sweeping over Isengard's troops like a gust of wind over the grasslands. In Helm's Deep, there was a response from the previous survivors, who rushed out of the cave and drove away the enemies who lingered there. All the remaining defenders of Horn Rock poured out, and the deafening horn sound still echoed around the hills.

    The king led the praetorian guard to fight bravely. The enemy commanders and officers were either killed by spears or fled in all directions. No orcs or humans could stop their offensive. The hussars kept chasing, the enemy fled desperately, and Isengard's troops were crushed—Dawn did bring them an unexpected and fatal blow! "