The Mouth of Sauron

Pippin: Where are they? Aragorn: Let the Lord of the Black Land come forth! Let justice be done upon him! Mouth: 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: Old Greybeard. I have a token I was bidden to show thee. Pippin: Frodo. Merry: Frodo. Gandalf: Silence. Merry: No! Gandalf: Silence! Mouth: The Halfling was dear to thee, I see. Know that he suffered greatly at the hands of his host. Who would&thought one so small could endure so much pain? And he did, Gandalf. He did. And who is this? Isildur&heir? It takes more to make a king than a broken Elvish blade. Gimli: I guess that concludes negotiations. Aragorn: I do not believe it. I will not. (Lord of the Rings - The Return of the King)