Aragorn: The Beacons of Minas Tirith! The Beacons are lit! Gondor calls for aid. Theoden: And Rohan will answer. Muster the Rohirrim. Assemble the army at Dunharrow. As many men as can be found. You have two days. On the third, we ride for Gondor and war.
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. Gimli: [pause; Aragorn rides towards the Mouth of Sauron] The Mouth of Sauron: And who is this? Isildur's heir? Hmph! It takes more to make a king that a broken elvish blad -... [Aragorn decapitates the Mouth of Sauron with a swift stroke of his sword Anduril] Gimli: I guess that concludes negotiations. Aragorn: I do not believe it! I will not!