Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom. Bring the Ring, Frodo.
So it is true. In a dream, I saw the eastern sky grow dark, but in the west a pale light lingered, a voice was crying, Your doom's near at hand. Isildur's Bane is found. Isildur's Bane.
Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue here in Imldris.
I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond. for the Black Speech of Mordor, may yet be heard, in every corner of the west. The Ring is altogether evil.
It is a gift, a gift to the foes of Mordur. Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay, by the blood of our people, are your lands kept safe.