After searching Minas Tirith's archives Gandalf must return to the Shire -- and Denethor would say goodbye.
Taking a carrot from his pocket, he held it out invitingly. Her lips caressed Gandalf's palm; soon the carrot was devoured.
She is a poor beast indeed. But still... He saw that some fire still burned in her eyes. Her spirit thrived, if her body faltered. And he was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Turning, he nodded at Denethor. "Thank you. 'Tis an unexpected gift, but welcome all the same."