That man in the corner, who is he? He’s one of them Rangers. Dangerous folk, they are, wandering the wilds. What his right name is I’ve never heard, but round here he’s known as Strider.
“(…) And he looked at the slain, recalling their names. Then suddenly he beheld his sister Éowyn as she lay, and he knew her. He stood a moment as a man who is pierced in the midst of a cry by an arrow through the heart; and then his face went deathly white, and a cold fury rose in him, so that all speech failed him for a while. A fey mood took him.
«Éowyn, Éowyn!» he cried at last. «Éowyn, how come you here? What madness or devilry is this? Death, death, death! Death take us all!».”
What I Mean: Because Théoden was essentially brought back to life on March 2 and died on March 13, he only had 11 days with his niece and nephew to try in vain to make up for literal years of pain and torment. Years of watching their uncle fade before them, after losing their father to battle and their mother to despair. Years of knowing their uncle was alive, but closed to them, unwilling (unable, but they didn’t know that) to guide and love them. And they finally get him back, and he DIES. They literally have 11 days of something that vaguely resembles happiness, but even then it’s clouded by fear and war. Éowyn gets 11 days of her uncle looking at her and knowing her face before his eyes close forever and he will never know her face again--not in this world, anyway.
Imagine Boromir is alive and he is at a bar with Eomer drunk crying because their little siblings are getting married and then they cry again in the ceremony and let’s just say they cry at everything.
“It is hard to be sure of anything among so many marvels. The world is all grown strange. Elf and Dwarf in company walk in our daily fields; and folk speak with the Lady of the Wood and yet live; and the Sword comes back to war that was broken in the long ages ere the fathers of our fathers rode into the Mark! How shall a man judge what to do in such times?”