This is just beautiful, RSF. It is like Sam to feel that no tribute is quite complete without something green and growing. His grief, in sympathy with theirs, is so sweet and touching.
Eomer stood in his stirrups and looked out over the gathered Riders and began to sing in his own language. He had a high, strong voice, which carried clean and clear over the creak of leather and the soft thumps of shifting hooves on the thick sod. Sam didn't know the words, but he knew the young King sang of honor and of sorrow by the way that the others sat straighter and let the tears slip down their cheeks.
That scene was so vivid; I could almost hear it.
And Gandalf giving the water--that touched me even more for some reason.
And it would not surprise me if Merry had noticed his friend's gesture and appreciated it.
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His grief, in sympathy with theirs, is so sweet and touching.
Eomer stood in his stirrups and looked out over the gathered Riders and began to sing in his own language. He had a high, strong voice, which carried clean and clear over the creak of leather and the soft thumps of shifting hooves on the thick sod. Sam didn't know the words, but he knew the young King sang of honor and of sorrow by the way that the others sat straighter and let the tears slip down their cheeks.
That scene was so vivid; I could almost hear it.
And Gandalf giving the water--that touched me even more for some reason.
And it would not surprise me if Merry had noticed his friend's gesture and appreciated it.