She has seen him look at her with joy and tenderness many times, but his expression now is tenfold what it has ever been. She lies next to him on the bed, their legs tangled together, stroking each others' sides and arms and faces as she kisses him and he kisses her until they lose count, and Éowyn could not care less about the mattress.

After many blissful moments of this she suddenly laughs, pulling back a little. "Did you perhaps bring a copy of that book?"