'To me! To me!' cried Théoden. 'Up, Éorlingas! Fear no darkness!' But Snowmane wild with terror stood up high, fighting with the air, and then with a great scream he crashed upon his side: a black dart had pierced him. The king fell beneath him.
--The Battle of Pelennor Fields,
The Return of the King

"Snowmane! Snowmane! We have fallen!" Théoden feels his body crumbling inside. He struggles to move his arm, reaching with his might to stroke his horse's neck.

I can feel the pain in my neck, scorching throughout my entire body. The dart was cursed. Poison not known to my masters. My King looks at me, as I struggle to turn my head toward him. He is being flattened by my nearly dead weight, which I cannot move. Out eternity of pain will be over soon.

I softly try to say good bye to him. My eyes glaze over as the poison swiftly takes its course through my body.

Théoden slowly blinks, his face flushed. "No, my dear boy, we will not go without dignity." I feel him stroking my mane. I know he is trying to hold onto the only real thing left he can find.

As my energy leaves, my head jerks slightly. "You have been a great master, a great king." I say quietly, knowing he does not understand.

A hint of the light appears in his eyes for the last time. He smiles faintly. "Aye, Snow, you were great as well. I can think of no better way to leave this world. With the fall of Snow."

I let out a soft chuckle, through my pain. I barely am conscious anymore. Théoden has mere seconds. "A great man, my King, you are a great man."

An effortless smile forms on his lips. Through his last breath, he passes. The poison will stop my heart any second. As my lungs give, I think only of Théoden's words. 'Pass with the fall of Snow.'

And honor, my great horsemaster, and honor.