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Pippin: Where are they?

Aragorn: Let the Lord of the Black Land come forth! Let justice be done upon him!

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.

Mouth of Sauron: Old Greybeard. I have a token I was bidden to show thee.

Pippin: Frodo.

Merry: Frodo.

Gandalf: Silence.

Merry: No!

Gandalf: Silence!

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. And who is this? Isildur's heir? It takes more to make a king than a broken Elvish blade.

Gimli: I guess that concludes negotiations.