Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
[Aragorn's company comes within sight of the Black Gate.]
[The hobbits have stopped to rest. Frodo tries to drink some water, but there is none left in his water bottle.]
[Sam hands his canteen to Frodo.]
Sam: "Take mine, there's a few drops left."
[Frodo empties the last supply of water.]
Frodo: "There'll be none left for the return journey."
Sam: "I don't think there will be a return journey, Mister Frodo."
[Aragorn's troops reach the Black Gate, unopposed.]
[The hobbits stagger across the plains.]
[The Eye of Sauron scans the area, looking towards the vicinity of the hobbits.]
Sam: "Frodo! Get down! Hide!"
[As Frodo falls to the ground, hidden from view, the Eye searches their location.]
[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.]
[The Mouth Of Sauron throws the Mithrill shirt to Gandalf, who catches it.]
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.]
[The Black Gate again creaks and sways open, revealing an army of marching orcs.]
[Barad-dûr looms in the background, its Eye now staring at Aragorn.]
Aragorn: "Pull back! Pull back!"
[Aragorn's company returns to the awaiting army of men.]
[Back on the plains, Sam notices the Eye has turned away.]
Sam: "It's gone, Mister Frodo. The light's passed on, away towards the North. Something's drawn its gaze."
[The hobbits stand up and continue on their way to Mount Doom.]