Ok here goes.
Grima: But you are alone. Who knows what you've spoken to the dark night, when all your life seems to shrink. And the walls of your hut close about you, a hutch to trammel some wild thing.
Éowyn: (bursting out in tears) Oh! ive been waiting for someone to understand! Thankyou Grima! (falls into his arms)
Grima: Okay.. um... are you high or something? I diddnt acctually expect you to do that...
Éowyn: oh, right... (walks away)
Grima: D'oh!
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~My lord, Éomer~
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