Courage Knows No Size

'And what of the King's esquire, the Halfling? Eomer, you shall make him a knight of the Riddermark, for he is valiant!'

Those words wrung through Eomer's mind when Gandalf said that Merry had been brought into the Houses of Healing. He knew he had been wrong. Merry had fought as valiantly as any of his men in the battle of Pelenor Fields, and without the courage of the hobbit Eomer knew that his sister wouldn't still be with them.

'He is valiant.' Those had been Eowyn's words. Eomer would not soon forget them, yet he had not gone to see the halfling to whom he owed so much. How could he? How could he face the hobbit who he had inwardly doubted? How could he explain how sorry he was? He sighed. It had been four days since Eowyn and Merry had been brought to the Houses of Healing, and still he had not seen the hobbit. A sudden voice interrupted Eomer's thoughts.

"My lord, the Lady Eowyn wishes to see you."

Eomer nodded as the soldier turned to leave. Slowly he stood and walked to his sister's room.