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“Now that’s a big horn you’re carrying there - for drinking, yes?”
Boromir spun around, doing a double take at the stranger - why did he look so eerily familiar, despite the most unusual clothing Boromir had ever seen?
“This is the Great Horn of the House of Húrin - but you wouldn’t have heard about it from whence you hail.”
“Nah, he wouldn’t,” a blond officer in a green coat stepped in, offering the Gondorian a matey grin and a sloppy salute.
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