Arwen, filled with contempt at her father for him sending her away.
Arwen: Oh yes father, you may have won the battle, but you have not won the war. I shall bide my time... oh yes, i will father.. Ill get you my pretty! and your little hobbits too!"
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"Athena, stepping up behind him, visible to no one but Achillies, gripped his red-gold hair. Startled he made a half turn, and he knew her upon the instant for Athena." ~The Iliad~
~My lord, Éomer~
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