[Aragorn and his men stand at the Black Gate, which appears to be deserted.]

Pippin: "Where are they?"

[Aragorn spurs his horse towards the gate. He is followed by Éomer, Gandalf, Legolas and Gimli.]

[Frodo remains on the ground, lying still.]

[Aragorn addresses the large gates.]

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

[The gate creaks open.]

[A single rider appears upon a dark horse.]

[The only part of the rider appearing, besides a full helmet and armor, is a grotesque mouth.]

Mouth of Sauron: "My master, Sauron the Great, bids you welcome. Is there any in this rout with the 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."

[He holds up Frodo's Mithril shirt.]

Pippin: "Frodo."

[The Mouth Of Sauron throws the Mithrill shirt to Gandalf, who catches it.]

Pippin: "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."

[As the mouth laughs wickedly, Aragorn rides casually around to his side.]

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

[With a quick, hard, slice, Aragorn cuts the Mouth of Sauron's head with his sword.]

Gimli: "I guess that concludes negotiations."

Aragorn: "I do not believe it. I will not."

[The Eye's gaze turns from Frodo.]