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Title: The Rivals The arrows flew thick and fast towards the target. Both men struggled to gain advantage, the arrows of both landing but a fraction from the bull's eye. King and Steward scowled at their bows. "You should declare a draw," Arwen suggested when she came to see how the men folk were faring. "Another few shots should settle it," said Faramir. " I am loth to yield." Aragorn grimly nocked another arrow. "Foolish men!" Arwen took up her bow and loosed an arrow. It landed in the centre of the target between those of Aragorn and Faramir. The contest was decided. A/n You can see this story with a lovely illustration by Rachel on my website.
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