He didn't make much of a first impression.

Of course, when I first saw him, he was nigh onto death. And when I saw him next, at the gates of the city, I was really more interested in seeking out my sister.

But he stands before me now, tall, clear-eyed, strong, a younger version of his brother, but with greater compassion and wisdom. He appears calm, only the brushing of his palms on his thighs betraying his nervousness.

"My lord," he begins, "I would speak with you about the Lady Eowyn."

I smile. He will make a fine brother-in-law.