After Haldir's 'The Dwarf breathes so loud' comment, Gimli tries to cut back... with little success.

Hey, maybe with some crazy time warp thing, it could happen.
 

Gimli: They are replacing me? HOW DARE THEY!

http://img-nex.theonering.net/images...book/11533.jpg

Merry slowly realized, after pulling the handle off, that Train driving was not for him.

OR

Merry: So, witch end to I hold the sword with?

Merry: So this is the thing you call by the name sword?

Merry: How am I supposed to defend myself if the sword is made of plastic?

This time, there would be no uncloaking. Merry was on the hunt! :eek:

OR

Merry: Sir, my sword won't work.

Théoden: take it out of the scabbard.

P.S. 2,000th post for me. :D

Merry: You have called me 'Shorty' for the last time......FEAR MY WRATH!!!

Yay for Stupid Ring!
 

Rohirrim: You take the sword, and pledge it to the King.

Merry: Okay, I take the sword, kill something and then do what with the king?

Rohirrim: No, no. You don't kill something. You pledge the sword to the king.

Merry: I don't understand.

Rohirrim: You just offer him your pledge. Take the sword...

Merry: ... and kill the king. Gotcha.

Rohirrim: No, no!

Merry *thinking*: Now what was I suppose to do with this thing?

or

Thinking again: I wonder if I could trim down my bulbous nose with this.

or

Merry was wondering what Theoden meant when he gave him the sword and said, 'be careful not to shoot your eye out kid'.

Merry keeps his sword in its scabbard because he dropped it down the stairs and broke it.

OR

Merry: Hmm, some of these Rohirum could do with a haircut.

Merry: I offer thee my sword, my king.

Theoden: That's not your sword... Hey, it's mine!

OR

Merry stood there dumbstruck. He had never been very good with (s)words.

OR

From Merry's photo album: I travelled all over the world, saved a queen and wounded the worst enemy there was and all I got was this lousy sword!

Merry: "Hah! Let's see old Ted Sandyman beat me up now!"

OR

Merry: http://www.corsaclub.de/smilies/23.gif <---evil smiley!! :D

OR

Merry(thinking): Why can't I get a real sword... like Aragorn's? *looks longingly*

OR

Theoden: "Get it! A short sword for a short man! HAHAHAHA!"
Rohirrim soldiers: "HAHAHAHAHA!"
Merry: :mad: *stabs Theoden*

'When I said "I offer my service," I didn't mean this . . . '
 

Even with an incrouching battle ahead, Merry still had enough time to show off his hidden talent of an antique dealer.

M: Now, you see if this had still had the emblem of the two horses from the First line then you wouldn't have problem selling it, now would you?!

R: It's just a long knife!

M: Gasp I'm without words! How could you not tell the beauty, no, no - the refinement of this piece! Besides... I think Eomer would trust me with a full length sword once he took time to admire my antique skills!

R: Ah, sure... Whatever you like, how much do you want for this?

M: This? Nah, it's a piece of junk...

~ Aesthete

The Rohirrim on the front porch:

R1: Yeah, back in teh winter of 2758, we was holed up in that there place, Helm's Deep. Well you ain't never seen no winter like that 'un. I tell ye', the snow was so thick, you coudn' see more'n three feet!

R2: Aye, an' I tell ye', these here young un's these days, I tell ye' they woudn' know what tu do with themselve for more'n three hours without all their polo, an' ridin' school, and pa-RADES, an' competitions.

R3: We was men before our time back then. How times has changed. What's these young un's coming too. I tell you, me pappy, he wunda store fer no high class, country-club livin', not back in '58, I tell ya!

*all three stare off into the horizon, slowly rocking their rocking chairs*

Merry: "Who says I can't hunt wargs with you big folks?"

Eomer: "Sorry shorty! You're just plain too small."

Merry: (To himself.) "I... Have... Been... Snubbed!"

This is for the Wargs!
 

Outraged by the injustice shown by the film to Wargs, Merry decides to send a message.

Merry: Now, if only I could find a big enough wall to etch grafitti in . . .

If it weren't for a lucky interruption, Merry's last thought very well could have been "I wonder if I can juggle this blindfolded..."

The 'sortie' jokes were getting out of hand, so Merry was trying to shrink Théoden by using psychic powers... It wasn't working quite the way he wanted it to.

OR

Théoden: I now pronounce you a knight of Rohan. You may stand.

Merry: I am standing.

Théoden: Oh... erm... then stay standing.

Can I post another picture? Or is it too early? oh well. I'll do it anyway.

http://www.jedielfqueen.com/lotr/cos...orcompare2.jpg

Eomer: Mirror mirror on the wall...wait a minute...I don't look like that...do I?

Or...

Eomer looks at his portrait sadly. He probably shouldn't have let that insane blind Druadan try to paint him.

Or...

Eomer looks at his likeness with some measure of gilt.

Merry pic:

Sword salesman: Okay, do you want to see the warrantee?

Merry: Okay... ... What's this, 'Warrantee will be void if sword used to stab Witch King or indeed any super natural being.' Pfft. I don't think I'll be doing that.

Eomer: PPPPsssttttttttttttttt! Did you get me that stuff I was looking for?

Soldier:Ya...But Sir I don't understand! Why do you want woman's undergarments?

Eomer:There for my sister....Ya that's it...My Sister!

Unbeknownst to the Fellowship, Eomer was about to be replaced with an agent of the Dark Lord.

Eomer: They'll never fall for it, you villain! I'm much prettier than you!
Replacement: Fortunately, Legolas is so distracting that no one will ever notice!*evil laugh*
Eomer: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The Portrait of Eomer Gray
 

E: It's so beautiful, I can't - Wait... Is that blood on it's hands?! I wonder where that came from...
A quick glance given to Grima, stabbed to death in the corner....


~ Aesthete

Tonight on Middle-Earth's number one soap opera, As the Horse Gallops, Eomer is confronted by his evil twin, thought to have died in season two...
Eomer: But I saw you fall off that cliff and I saw the rock that impaled you.
Evil Twin: No, for you see that was my evil twin, your evil triplet.
Tune in next week for the shocking conclusion

Third Marshall Imposter: "Can I borrow your belt? My trousers are falling down."

Eomer: "Only if I can borrow your hair straighteners."

Guy dressed as Eomer: And this will confuse all the Mordor troops, will it?

Real Eomer: Yes. Now shut up and go out there!

OR

Eomer: Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

Eomer: Now, all you have to do is go lead the cavalry into a nasty battle and die a glorious and honorable death.

Eomer's double: Oh. Okay......wait! Death?!?!

Eomer: Psh. Easy as pie. You don't have to spend four days with your mother-in-law.

I think it's time for a new thread on the Downs: Eomer's armor........vs Eomer's evil twin's armor?

OR

Eomer: Ha! You don't even look like me! Don't come here and think that you are me!
Fake Eomer: "Ha! You don't even look like me! Don't come here and think that you are me!"
E: Hey stop that!
FE: "Hey stop that!"
E: You want a fight or what?
FE: "You want a fight or what?"
E: Ok, that's it. You've had your warning. Now I'll... I'll... I'll tell Eowyn!

FE: NOOOO! Not the Maid of the Stew! AAAaaahhhh....! *disappears at the horizon*

Only wrestling fans will laugh...
 

Eomer was unconvinced that Triple H was the right man to lead the army of Rohan.

(Come on—that is spitting image stuff right there!)

Eomer: My mom makes better Armour then your mom!

Auditions for Eomer for TTT and RotK were a bit different than others. There were so many respected actors trying out, PJ left it up to themselves: A Dance Off. Actor after actor got served, and in the end it was Karl Urban vs Talen Ted Dannser. This was indeed the Battle for Middle-Earth, and as they stared each other down, they knew It Was On.
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Lincoln Continental Mark V Picture

Sarumon's attempts at cloning Eomer were all met with failure. If only he had a better cardboard cut-out for reference...

Eomer: So.... ... Come here often?

OR

Eomer: What time's the next bus?

Eomer: "PJ, this stunt double looks nothing like me!"

OR

Eomer: "No, that's not it at all. You have to glower angrily like this. *glowers angrily*"
Small child runs away crying.
Eomer wannabe: "I just don't know how you do it so well. I'll never be able to glower like you can."
Eomer: "That's okay, not everyone can be a great glowerer.*glowers again to show off*"

OR

Eomer: "If you dare kiss me I will cut off your head."

OR

Eomer: "Stupid house of mirrors. More like house of mirrors-that-make-me-see-horrible-looking-reflections-of-myself."

Merry pic

An internal debate concerning the use of the sword goes on between Merry and his LGMs...

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Eomer: There’s nothing trivial about the over sixty-five's all postman's Eomer look-a-like contest.

OR (the obligatory)

Eomer: Okay, you go left, I'll go right. Gandalf won't know where to uncloak.