A winter ride

 The weather was cold and snowy, which suited Eowyn well.   She had warm garments and a warm place to sleep, as did Bleod.  The heat of the summer here was one that did not suit her nearly as much, and certainly did not suit Bleod.  A winter coat could be grown, but in the summer Eowyn had to be sure not to allow Bleod to overheat.  

Such it was that she was able to take long, leisurely rides in the countryside, stepping with Bleod through new-fallen snow and untrod paths while the horse's breath steamed gently in the air.  They rode only as long as Bleod wished to, of course, for the mare's Mearas blood meant that even one of the line of Eorl could not and would not force her to do what she did not wish to do unless the circumstances be grave indeed.

Fortunately for both of them, the circumstances were not grave, and so Eowyn paused when Bleod indicated that she wished them to.  The stream they were near flowed freely even in the winter and Eowyn thought it must be fed by some underground spring.  The water was thus not too cold to drink and Bleod took her time in doing it.

Yes, this weather suited Eowyn well, though she turned in sudden attention to a noise behind her.