An exchange of kings
"I fixed your Steward," said Éomer.
Aragorn, looking across the Court, saw a man who looked fitter, calmer, and – if this were possible – slightly taller.
"We've been out in the practice yard every morning. He's improved steadily. Markedly."
A burden he had forgotten he was carrying was suddenly lifted. And he was glad – for his own sake, yes, and for Gondor – but chiefly for Ithilien, restored, self to self. Gratefully, he thought: You have done what I have not quite been able.
"I wouldn't have him in my army, mind. Much too risky."
Aragorn said, "And how is your chess?"
