The meeting of
Aragorn and
Eomer:
Eothain: Captain, we must depart immediately. The
men are
chafing to be gone.
Eomer:
Neigh Eothain. Just
hold your horses whilst I strive to judge rightly in this difficult matter.
Eomer: Now, who are you and what are you doing here?
Aragorn: I am Aragorn son of Arathorn heir to Isuldur and the
Kings of old, wielder of Andur…
Eomer: Okay, okay, I get the picture. Get down off your
high horse and just give me the Reader’s Digest version.
Aragorn: Sorry. Can we borrow two horsies please?
Eomer: No
Aragorn: But we’re trying to rescue our friends.
Eomer: Well, that’s a
horse of a different color. Eothain! Bring forth two steeds for our newfound friends. Farewell new friends! I hope you find your lost comrades. (Aragorn,
Legolas, and
Gimli ride away.)
Eothain: Sir. Again, the men are really
chomping at the bit to get going. They also asked if we could stop by Ye Old Ointment shop on the way back to Edoras. (Whispers): “You know, for that
chafing issue I mentioned earlier.”
Eomer (under his breath): I gotta get me another Eored. How’d I get stuck with this group of
nags?