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Elboron
Elboron had many admirable traits.
Unfortunately his height was not one of them.
He was shorter than most, nearly by more than a head when he stood shoulder to shoulder with Elfwine. He was the same height as most women. Unfortunately still, he was the son of a man and a woman who were both quite tall. It turned into a running jest amongst the men closest to him. In fact, it was legendary.
"I have seen Dwarves taller than you!" Elfwine taunted, sword at the ready as he stepped across the well-trodden dirt of the practicing ring. Elboron pretended to look enraged. The men around them laughed and eagerly watched the play.
"You shall pay for that insult, goat-lover!" Elboron returned in a loud voice. Eldarion, eager to join in the fun, entered the ring and gestured at Elboron, who quickly understood. The Prince of Gondor lowered himself a fraction and braced his knees and Elboron jumped onto his back and raised his sword. The men burst out laughing. Elboron waved his sword about.
"Onward, steed!"
Elfwine burst out laughing as soon as Eldarion spurred forward but Elboron was quick. He leaped into the air and without losing a moment, Elboron hopped onto Elfwine's back with a guttural war-cry. Elfwine was laughing too hard to resist; and Elboron managed to throw him to the ground.
"Eat dust, you miserable cur!" Elboron shouted playfully, pushing Elfwine's grinning face deeper into the dirt.
