[littlemanpoet]

He had slept through the night, and had woken with the dawn, still feeling very weak. Once he had taken a little food and drink, however, he felt much better. He bathed and dressed and walked a little bit, exploring the Houses of Healing and the gardens and the balcony that overlooked the lower levels.

He looked to the east and saw the mountains of the lands of Mordor, and shivered. The evil of the Dark Lord had been removed, but the memories lived on. Still, other evils lurked in the mountains and hidden recesses of Mordor, and some of them might never be completed cleansed. He shivered again and turned away from it, feeling his weakness again.

He returned to the apartment where he had lain as one dead for weeks. The steward of the Houses of Healing had dispatched a message to Scarburg as he said he would, and now Eodwine wished the time away so that he could be reunited with Saeryn. He wondered how she fared. Surely Thornden was taking good care in his place. He knew that he needed regain his strength quickly, for surely Thornden must be overburdened with the duties of an Eorl. He wondered if they had begun to build the Hall. He recalled the names of each of them and tried to bring to mind all he could of each of them. So he spent the few hours of his wakefulness until sleep beckoned long before sundown.