Never have I seen such a company: Men, Elves, Hobbits. And the Dwarf, of course. He and Éomer have much in common. Often he leaves his Elf to stump along by Firefoot, taking no notice when we smile at the contrast. This journey has seen much mingling, though Elf keeps most with Elf. The Rohirrim are still wide eyed as children when they pass.
My king rides most with me. He points out Edoras, gleaming on the mountain's rib, and we speak of Éowyn, and of one other we both loved, who traveled this road from my life into his.
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