Eodwine
"Ah, but you must have something for you after this, eh?" Finėwen asked Eodwine.
"May I?" he asked, gesturing to the seat beside her. She nodded and he sat. "I am a messenger to the King of Rohan. I shall return to Edoras and give King Eomer news of what has happened here. Then the King shall give me a new task. That is all. Before that, I will stop at Bree, and then the Stonebow Inn, and celebrate the fall of Herugor with those who will be happy to hear such news. But that is all."
"That seems much to me!" Finėwen said.
"Not as much as there was once, fifteen long years ago. I lost my wife and children in the War. I have made what I could of my lot since then, but I - I miss them." Eodwine's fists clenched. "As much today as I did fifteen years ago."
"I am sorry."
Eodwine smiled. "Thank you." His brow creased. "But you see nothing for yourself? Then come with me to Rohan. As a friend. Have you ever been there?"
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