Aragorn: We have time. Every day Frodo moves closer to Mordor.
Gandalf: Do we know that?
Aragorn: What does your heart tell you?
Gandalf: That Frodo is alive. Yes. Yes, he's alive.
Pippin: [from extended version]
[to himself]
Pippin: *WHAT* were you thinking, Peregrin Took? What service could you offer to such a mighty lord of men?
Faramir: It was a great gesture. Good intentions should not be checked by cold council. So, you have joined the tower guard?
Pippin: I didn't think they would find a uniform to fit me.
Faramir: This once belonged to a young, foolish boy, who spent more time slaying dragons than doing his studies.
Pippin: This was yours?
Faramir: Yes. My father had it made for me.
Pippin: Well, I'm taller than you were then. Though I'm not likely to grow anymore... except sideways.
[both laugh]
Aragorn: I do not fear death.
Aragorn: I summon you to fulfill your oath
King of the Dead: None but the king of Gondor may command me.
[Swings sword; Aragorn blocks him with the sword of Anduril]
King of the Dead: That line was broken
Aragorn: It has been remade.
[pause]
Aragorn: Fight for us... and regain your honor.
Gimli: They have no honor in life. They have none now in death.
Denethor: No tomb for Denethor and Faramir. No long, slow sleep of death embalmed. We shall burn, like the heathen kings of old. Bring wood and oil.
Saruman: Shall we not take council as we once did? Shall we not have peace?
Theoden: We shall have peace... We shall have peace when you answer for the burning of the Westfold! When you answer for the children who lie dead on the plains! For the soldiers who were hewn even as they lay dead! We shall have peace when you hang from a gibbit for the sport of your own crows!
Saruman: Gibbits and crows! DOTARD! And what do *you* want, Gandalf? The keys of Orthanc? Or perhaps the keys of Barad-Dur itself? And the crowns of the seven kings and the rods of the five wizards?
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 wish to treat with Sauron. Faithless. Tell your master that the armies of Mordor are to disperse. He is to leave these lands, never to return.
The Mouth of Sauron: Ahh, old grey beard. I have a token I was bidden to show thee.
[pulls out Frodo's mythril vest and throws it at them]
Pippin: [heartbroken] Frodo...
Gandalf: Be silent!
Pippin: Frodo!
The Mouth of Sauron: Ahhh, the halfling was dear to thee I see. Know that he suffered greatly at the hands of his host. Who knew that 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: What's this? Isildur's heir? Hmph! It takes more to make a king that a broken elvish blad - -
[Aragorn decaptitates the Mouth of Sauron with a swift stroke of his sword Anduril]
Aragorn: I do not believe it! I will not!
Sam: It must be getting near tea-time, leastways in decent places.
Gollum: We're not *in* decent places.
Gandalf: [to Pippin] Now, listen carefully. Lord Denethor is Boromir's father. To give him news of his beloved son's death would be most unwise. And do not mention Frodo, or the Ring. And say nothing of Aragorn either. In fact, it's better if you don't speak at all, Peregrin Took.
Denethor: Can you sing, Master Hobbit?
Pippin: Well... yes. At least, well enough for my own people. But we have no songs for great halls and... evil times.
Denethor: And why should your songs be unfit for my halls? Come, sing me a song.
Aragorn: Hold your ground, hold your ground. Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day. This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you *stand, Men of the West!*
Gandalf: Go back to the abyss! Fall into nothingness that awaits you and your master!
Witch King: Do you not know death when you see it, old man? This is my hour!
The Mouth of Sauron: And who is this? Isildur's heir? It takes more to make a king than a broken Elvish blade!
[Aragorn cuts off the head of the Mouth of Sauron]
Gimli: Guess that concludes negotiations...
Sam: [Frodo stops walking] Mr. Frodo? What is it?
Frodo: Just a thought... I don't think I'm going to be returning.
Sam: Of course you are. That's just morbid thinking, that is.
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