"Is there no one that catches your eye here?" Hild asked. It was a little abrupt, she would have to admit, but she did not wish to be distracted by questions and thoughts of the Dunedain at that moment. Those dark men, whatever they were, would remain where they were; Eowyn's life was a changing thing, like the seasons.

"Surely you have met dozens of men and women, at the stables alone," she reasoned.