"And here come Éomer and Aragorn, racing side by side...

 They are whipping out their swords! The audience
 is screaming: 'Andúril! Andúril!' The other team
 drops their  battering rams and turns to flee, but
 the wall of their shields is broken as if by
 LIGHTNING! 

  The audience goes mad! 

 The opposing team is on the run! They are swept
 away, hewn down, or cast over the Rock into the
 stony stream below... 

  And now Éomer and Aragorn have halted before
 the gates. They are retreating back to their own
 side of  the gates...Good tactical move! 

But wait - some dozen Orcs have hidden among the slain, and now they are leaping up and are coming up silently and swiftly behind!

Two are flinging themselves on the ground at Éomer's heels...

NO! NO! They've tripped him! He's down! They are on top of him! Is this the end for Éomer? 

But wait! A small dark figure that none had observed springs out of the shadows with a hoarse shout. 

Looks like a Dwarf - I guess he's shouting something in Khuzdul! He swings his axe - two Orc's heads are flying! 

It's Gimli! Gimli! Gimli! The other Orcs are fleeing! 

What a game, ladies and gentlemen, what a game! And Éomer is up and running again..."

by Öjevind Lång