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Nilpaurion Felagund · 07-14-2005, 05:34 AM

Night comes and passes before the signal beacon reaches Rohan, where Aragorn sees it and runs into Meduseld.

Aragorn: The Beacons of Minas Tirith! The Beacons are lit! Gondor calls for aid!

Théoden remains silent. Éowyn stands beside her brother. Everyone waits for the King's answer.

Théoden: Uh, what?

All: *groan*

Aragorn: The Beacons? Y’know, the things built in case Gondor needs your help?

Théoden: What do they want now? Last time they lit the darned things, they were just asking for a cup of sugar!

Aragorn: I think they need more than a cup of sugar now.

Théoden: What?! Two cups?

Aragorn:

Théoden: What did I tell you about rolling eyes in my . . .

Éomer: The Sound FX man is making hoof beats. Someone’s coming!

All hold their breath as the door opens and reveals . . .

All: BOROMIR?!

Boromir: No, I’m not Boromir. But I’m wearing his clothes.

All exchange dubious looks.

Boromir: *clears throat* I’m Hirgon, and I bear this to present to the King of Rohan. *reveals something from under his cloak*

Théoden: The Horn of Gondor? No, thanks, Boromir.

Boromir: *tosses horn aside* Hehe. I meant this. *reveals some other thing from under his cloak*

All: *GASP!*

Théoden: The Red Arrow! In all my years as king I have never needed to spin it.

Aragorn (to himself): "Spin" it???

Boromir: But you know the rules, right?

Théoden: Yes. We go where it points.

Boromir: Very good, sire. *sets the Red Arrow on a table*

Aragorn: I thought the Red Arrow was supposed to be a token of Gondor’s need?

Éomer: Oh, get off it, Aragorn. Nobody gets help for free now.

Éowyn: Yes. We need the chance to escape from our responsibilities.

Théoden spins the arrow. It points towards Minas Tirith.

Some Old Historian: In all the years of the Mark, no one who has spun the arrow has ever needed to do his duty. Now tradition is broken. ROHAN IS DOOMED!!! *runs off into the wild blue yonder, tearing off his clothes*

Théoden: *shrugs* OK, so I’m a lousy spinner. I guess we have to come to Gondor’s aid.

The muster bell is struck. Men climb on horses. Théoden and company stride out of Meduseld. Théoden is talking to Éomer.

Théoden: Assemble the army at Dunharrow; as many men as can be found. You have two days . . .

Éomer (puzzled): Two days? Sir, I’ll have it done in two hours.

Théoden: Very well, then. On the third, we ride for Gondor. And war. *turns to Gamling* Gamling!

Gamling: My Lord.

Théoden: Make haste across the Riddermark. Summon every able-bodied man to Dunharrow.

Gamling: All twenty of them?

Théoden: What do you mean, "All twenty"?

Gamling: Sir, most of the able-bodied men are in Far Harad, working for those rich oil magnates. That’s why we had a great petrogold income this year.

Théoden: *sigh* Just get them to Dunharrow.

Gamling: As you wish, sire.

Aragorn is securing his gear on Brego. Éowyn joins him, leading a horse with her.

Aragorn: You ride with us?

Éowyn: Just to the encampment. It's tradition for the women of the court to farewell the men.

Aragorn (staring weirdly at Éowyn): Izzat so . . . ?

Aragorn walks over to her horse and lifts up the folded blanket, revealing a sword. Éowyn pulls it down.

Éowyn: So I’ll go off into Minas Tirith. Big deal.

Aragorn: Let me tell you a story: Once, some gal rode off to war. Her uncle found out and gave her such a spanking she can never sit down again for the rest of her life.

Éowyn:

Is it true? Who did it happen to?

Aragorn: Nah, I just made it up. *rides off laughing*

Éowyn:

So much for hope. But . . . he is still charming . . . *rides off after Aragorn*

The women and children of Rohan are saying good-bye to the men.

Woman: Don’t forget! I want an extra large pizza with all the toppings!

Rider: I won’t forget, mom!

Éomer talks to the riders.

Éomer: I guess this is the time I say something encouraging to you guys.

Silence

Éomer: Oh, let’s just go.

The Riders of Rohan, led by their King, leave Edoras. Merry, on a pony, rides with them.
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I think someone better than I should do the lighting of the more-than-seven Beacons.

Vy ze vay, I call dibs on Dunharrow. I have a special script for Rohan's "Army."

07-14-2005, 05:34 AM	#16
Nilpaurion Felagund Scion of The Faithful Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: The brink, where hope and despair are akin. [The Philippines] Posts: 5,312	Finally! Night comes and passes before the signal beacon reaches Rohan, where Aragorn sees it and runs into Meduseld. Aragorn: The Beacons of Minas Tirith! The Beacons are lit! Gondor calls for aid! Théoden remains silent. Éowyn stands beside her brother. Everyone waits for the King's answer. Théoden: Uh, what? All: groan Aragorn: The Beacons? Y’know, the things built in case Gondor needs your help? Théoden: What do they want now? Last time they lit the darned things, they were just asking for a cup of sugar! Aragorn: I think they need more than a cup of sugar now. Théoden: What?! Two cups? Aragorn: Théoden: What did I tell you about rolling eyes in my . . . Éomer: The Sound FX man is making hoof beats. Someone’s coming! All hold their breath as the door opens and reveals . . . All: BOROMIR?! Boromir: No, I’m not Boromir. But I’m wearing his clothes. All exchange dubious looks. Boromir: clears throat I’m Hirgon, and I bear this to present to the King of Rohan. reveals something from under his cloak Théoden: The Horn of Gondor? No, thanks, Boromir. Boromir: tosses horn aside Hehe. I meant this. reveals some other thing from under his cloak All: GASP! Théoden: The Red Arrow! In all my years as king I have never needed to spin it. Aragorn (to himself): "Spin" it??? Boromir: But you know the rules, right? Théoden: Yes. We go where it points. Boromir: Very good, sire. sets the Red Arrow on a table Aragorn: I thought the Red Arrow was supposed to be a token of Gondor’s need? Éomer: Oh, get off it, Aragorn. Nobody gets help for free now. Éowyn: Yes. We need the chance to escape from our responsibilities. Théoden spins the arrow. It points towards Minas Tirith. Some Old Historian: In all the years of the Mark, no one who has spun the arrow has ever needed to do his duty. Now tradition is broken. ROHAN IS DOOMED!!! runs off into the wild blue yonder, tearing off his clothes Théoden: shrugs OK, so I’m a lousy spinner. I guess we have to come to Gondor’s aid. The muster bell is struck. Men climb on horses. Théoden and company stride out of Meduseld. Théoden is talking to Éomer. Théoden: Assemble the army at Dunharrow; as many men as can be found. You have two days . . . Éomer (puzzled): Two days? Sir, I’ll have it done in two hours. Théoden: Very well, then. On the third, we ride for Gondor. And war. turns to Gamling Gamling! Gamling: My Lord. Théoden: Make haste across the Riddermark. Summon every able-bodied man to Dunharrow. Gamling: All twenty of them? Théoden: What do you mean, "All twenty"? Gamling: Sir, most of the able-bodied men are in Far Harad, working for those rich oil magnates. That’s why we had a great petrogold income this year. Théoden: sigh Just get them to Dunharrow. Gamling: As you wish, sire. Aragorn is securing his gear on Brego. Éowyn joins him, leading a horse with her. Aragorn: You ride with us? Éowyn: Just to the encampment. It's tradition for the women of the court to farewell the men. Aragorn (staring weirdly at Éowyn): Izzat so . . . ? Aragorn walks over to her horse and lifts up the folded blanket, revealing a sword. Éowyn pulls it down. Éowyn: So I’ll go off into Minas Tirith. Big deal. Aragorn: Let me tell you a story: Once, some gal rode off to war. Her uncle found out and gave her such a spanking she can never sit down again for the rest of her life. Éowyn: Is it true? Who did it happen to? Aragorn: Nah, I just made it up. rides off laughing Éowyn: So much for hope. But . . . he is still charming . . . rides off after Aragorn The women and children of Rohan are saying good-bye to the men. Woman: Don’t forget! I want an extra large pizza with all the toppings! Rider: I won’t forget, mom! Éomer talks to the riders. Éomer: I guess this is the time I say something encouraging to you guys. Silence Éomer: Oh, let’s just go. The Riders of Rohan, led by their King, leave Edoras. Merry, on a pony, rides with them. __________________ I think someone better than I should do the lighting of the more-than-seven Beacons. Vy ze vay, I call dibs on Dunharrow. I have a special script for Rohan's "Army." __________________ フェンリス鴨 (Fenrisu Kamo) The plot, cut, defeated. I intend to copy this sig forever - so far so good... Last edited by Nilpaurion Felagund; 07-14-2005 at 06:14 AM. Reason: adding something.