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"Aragorn!" I yell throwing down a rope.

He grabs it. I hoist him and Gimli up. We have to get out of here. They're coming. Aragorn grabs my hand. This is getting out of control. We have yet to defeat the entire army. We cannot fight them forever. We're already overrun. 

"It's over." Theoden King says.

We retreat back into the grand hall. Our only hope is to stall them. I grab a block of wood and shove it on the door. I hear their screams. I hear their rage. We need only to stall them. Hopefully a miracle will happen. 

"It's over." Theoden Kings says.

"You said these walls would never fall!" Aragorn yells.

He hands me a chair. I place it on the door.

"We failed." Theoden King says.

"We need only to buy time." Aragorn looks out to the sun.

"There must still be hope." I say.

"What hope is there I must ask?" Theoden King says.

"There is always hope. You cannot give up now!" Aragorn says.

"What must I do?" Theoden King asks.

"Let there be a final ride." Aragorn says.

"Let the King still give his people hope." I say.

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