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Aragorn threw back his cloak. The elven-sheath glittered as he grasped it, and the bright blade of Andúril shone like a sudden flame as he swept it out. "Elendi--oops!" Éomer's head landed on his feet, and the now-leaderless riders of Rohan advanced menacingly.
"The Dwarf's head is mine!" Éothain said.
THE END???
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That sudden sword-drawing move kills people, Aragorn.