"A descendant of the Mearas," Newt repeats, watching Bleod with a renewed sense of wonder. She does seem to possess more grace than any horse he's met before, if he thinks about it. "Such a name seems as magnficent as Bleod," he observes with a flash of a grin.

Eowyn explains more about her horse companion, giving Newt a sense of where she comes from, in the process. She speaks of land and kings, giving him the sense that she's from an even further distant time than himself.

"Well, she's beautiful," he declares. "Has she been with you long?"