"And the Dunlendings?" Éowyn inquires. The king her brother sighs. Other matters of the realm talked out alone between them, she comes to the troublesome last.
"We've hostages still from Helm's Deep," Éowyn reminds him.
"I think," the king says slowly, "'tis time we remembered ourselves of Cirion and Eorl–how we once were strangers here."
Éowyn considers. Finally: "The court shall howl."
"So be it. If they love peace, as they say, then let them live it!"
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