Aragorn:
Let the Lord of the Black Land come forth! Let justice be done upon him!
The Mouth of Sauron:
My master, Sauron the Great, bids thee welcome. Is there any in this rout with authority to treat with me?
Gandalf:
We do not come to treat with Sauron, faithless and accursed. Tell your master this: the armies of Mordor must disband. He is to depart these lands, never to return.
The Mouth of Sauron:
Ahh, old Greybeard. I have a token I was bidden to show thee.
[Pulls out Frodo's mithril vest and throws it at them]
Pippin:
[whispers]
Frodo...
Gandalf:
Silence.
Merry:
No!
Gandalf:
Silence!
The Mouth of Sauron:
The halfling was dear to thee, I see. Know that he suffered greatly at the hands of his host. Who would've thought one so small could endure so much pain? And he did, Gandalf, he did.
[pause; Aragorn rides towards the Mouth of Sauron]
The Mouth of Sauron:
And who is this? Isildur's heir? It takes more to make a King that a broken Elvish blade...
[Aragorn cuts off the Mouth of Sauron's head with one stroke of Anduril]
Gimli:
I guess that concludes negotiations.
Aragorn:
[to Gandalf]
I do not believe it! I will not!
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