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[Saraphim]

Ha! Yes. I can see it now...

*In Carn Dum*
Arathorn: Alright...now. You elves go up to the tower, and I'll take the other Dunadain down to the dungeons.
*men leave*

Elrohir: Ugh, Men! Go up here, do this, do that!
Elladan: It just never ends. It's not like we knew his great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather or anything.
Elrohir: Well, it he wants us in the tower, let's go!

*elves aproach a balcony and see men below Elrohir "slips" and sends a large rock down onto Arathorn's head. In his concussed state, he can't dodge the arrow that hits him in the eye, killing him*

I've got a sick sense of humor sometimes...