Chapter 27: A Hidden Figure
It took only a second for Theoden’s world to be crushed into pieces. It seemed fate was cruel to him and his son, now lying before him cold and soulless. Theoden looked at his child, brushing his hair one last time before he finally let the soldiers carry his coffin into the tomb. Hope which had greeted the people of Rohan just before immediately turned into painful grief. It cast a dark shadow upon the kingdom just as another had left them. Eowyn grimaced as she took a look upon her cousin’s corpse, unable to find the strength to do her responsibility. But she had to, in honour for his soul, and so she opened her mouth and let out her sad voice echo throughout the funeral. An evil death has set forth the noble warrior. A song shall sing sorrowing minstrels In Meduseld he is no more.
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