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"Theoden!"
The King of Rohan stood up. He had narrowly avoided death by the jaws of the Witch-king's fell beast by the courage of Eowyn, his niece, Merry, and the skill of Aragorn. He sat down, and the hat was placed on his head.
"You are definitely brave and courageous, and your courage comes from deepest loyalty to the best of Rohan. You followed Gandalf's advice. But your answering to the call of Gondor for Minas Tirith, at the near loss of your life is most surely GRYFFINDOR!"
Applause echoed around the hall as Theoden took his seat.
"Grima Wormtongue!"
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