The White Horse Inn, Act III

[The Perky Ent]

"You know, Gondor is a great place, but nothing is as good as Rohan. I come back because nothing beats home. I'm back, at last. Now, I'm at peace. No more worries." Eric said, closing his eyes. Picturing Minas Tirith, and then a boat, he saw himself sailing from the white city to Edoras. And then, after taking a breath, Eric passed out, his body motionless on the bar. "No! What's happening!" "What's going on?" "Who did this" everyone was screaming, but Eric couldn't hear any of it. He was at peace. Eric knew he wasn't dying, but he knew he'd never been alive again. But, if he was home, it didn't matter.

Later, everyone had found that Eric had had a tragic heart disease, which had been eating up his body. Although he was never technically pronounced dead, his body was set in a small bed on the outskirts of Edoras. After several days of bedrest, Eric died. It was very poignant to see someone like him die, but, life went on. Though he would be remember for quite some time, he would eventually be forgotten. He would pass away.