The moment of peace had finally washed over Rohan. The sun seemed to shine once, and the wind didn't carry the scent of orc and rotting flesh with it. Food had found the houses of the people within the Rohan boarders. Children were now free to play without being scolded for being too loud. Their king, who had once been plauged by the cruel Saruman, had returned to his former glory, restoring peace over Rohan. However, many people were in mourning. They had lost husbands, sons, uncles, and grandfathers. The losses were too much to count, even for Théoden who had lost his son months before the battle of Helms Deep, and his dearest friend and personal guard, Háma.

The stars hung high in the sky as if they had found a safe place to shine once more, welcoming the dead into their bright halls. Even the moon seemed much brighter than it once had. It was the night of celebration and mourning within the hall of Edoras, the great hall open to men and women alike to celebrate their newfound freedom and their lost one's lives. The smell of ale, roasted meat, and fire crackled within the centre of the hall as music echoed.

Gandalf the White was laughing happily at the sight of his two favourites hobbits reunited and drinking as they brought happiness to tired soldiers and saddned women. They danced around on top of a table and chugged ale together. Legolas and Gimli were drinking against each other. The rather stubborn dwarf didn't seem to understand that elves couldn't get drunk unless they drank a specific wine. It was still rather funny to watch.

Èomer was laughing at the sight of them, although looking confused at the sight of a completely fine elf and a slowly losing dwarf. Aragorn stood beside Gandalf gently, smoking his pipe and enjoying the sight of his friends celebrating. It had been the happiest they had been in months. Èyowen was still silently trying to catch the eye of the Dunèdain man. Thèodan merely talked with his men and sent his regards to mourning families. Thinking about what was to come next.