What business does an Elf, a Man, and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly! Give...

Eomer: What business does an Elf, a Man, and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly! Gimli: Give me your name, Horse-master, and I shall give you mine. Eomer: [dismounts his horse] I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground. Legolas: [fits an arrow to his bow at lightning speed] You would die before your stroke fell. [Rohirrim point their spears at Legolas] Aragorn: [signals for Legolas to lower his weapon] I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Glóin, and Legolas of the Woodland Realm. We are friends of Rohan, and of Théoden, your King. Eomer: Théoden no longer recognizes friend from foe. Not even his own kin. [takes off helmet] Eomer: Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king and claimed lordship over these lands. My company are those loyal to Rohan, and for that we are banished. The White Wizard is cunning. He walks here and there, they say, as an old man hooded and cloaked. And everywhere his spies slip past our nets. Aragorn: We are no spies. We track a party of Uruk-Hai, westward across the plain. They have taken two of our friends captive. Eomer: The Uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them during the night. Gimli: But there were two Hobbits! Did you see two Hobbits with 'em? Aragorn: They would be small. Only children to your eyes. Eomer: We left none alive. We piled the carcasses and burned them. Gimli: Dead? Eomer: I am sorry. [Éomer whistles a signal] Eomer: Hasufel! Arod! May these horses bear you to better fortune than their former masters. Farewell. [puts on helmet, mounts his horse] Eomer: Look for your friends. But do not trust to hope. It has forsaken these lands.