Éowyn had returned to find her betrothed chuckling as Hilde told a tale of the first time she'd disarmed an opponent, and been so overexcited and determined to follow through that she'd tripped and fallen into a nearby haystack. She'd ended the conversation as quickly as possible before more embarrassing tales could be told, and the rest of the evening had passed happily enough.

The next morn saw more work for them both, but then a private lunch, where she revealed that Éomer had promised to think on her idea and discuss it with Aragorn, but no further.

A ride was a welcome diversion into fresh air for them both, not least as the weather had gentled. "Hmm?" she said, looking across the plains and only half-attending.