"I..." Despite herself, Éowyn smiled, taking the crown with some care. "Thank you." Settling it carefully in her long, loose hair, she tweaked it into place and dropped to one knee beside the young woman, one hand touching the flower garland self-consciously. "I have seen little of such simple beauty since I was brought to this fell place. I had half-begun to believe that nothing grew here, for all its gold and glory." But here there were flowers she recognised; asters and lily-of-the-valley, daisies and gentians, even white star-like blooms that resembled those growing on the barrows of her kin. Those brought a lump of homesickness to her throat, but she swallowed it down, tucking her hair back behind her ears.

"Some of these are woodland flowers, some grassland... others I know not," she said after a moment, raising her eyebrows. "How can it be that they all grow here?"