Let the Lord of the Black Land come forth! Let justice be done upon him! My master, Sauron...

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!