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Imrahil

“Take heart,” said Imrahil to Pippin, whose horror-stricken eyes were fixed on Sauron's Messenger. “I do not believe Frodo is the Dark Lord's prisoner.”

“But his shirt -” began Pippin.

“If he truly held Frodo, Sauron would have gained more than mere dwarf-mail, and our army would have fallen ere it reached the Morannon -”

A blinding flash of light interrupted him and they saw Gandalf seize the tokens from the Mouth of Sauron, who fled in terror shortly thereafter.

“Victors do not flee,” said Imrahil pointedly, gesturing at the retreating Messenger. “We stand. We fight.”

“We win,” finished Pippin.

Imrahil nodded.

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