ARAGORN: Elrond, how come those two orcs of yours can insult me, and you do nothing about it?
ELLADN/ELROHIR: Orcs?
ARAGORN: ... Oops... Bad choice of words.
BOROMIR: If I were you, I'd run my friend.
ARAGORN: I'll be right back! [runs off screaming]
ELLADAN: Get him!
MERRY/PIPPIN: For the Shire!
[Elladan races after Aragorn. Elrohir turns to Merry and Pippin]
ELROHIR: Who are you attacking?
PIPPIN: No one. That's your job. He just called you an orc, remember, but he didn't do anything to us!
MERRY: We kinda' got caught up in the moment. Now go catch that orc-caller.
ELROHIR: [running after Aragorn] Die, mortal!
