It was a curious thing, to hear his own dreams voiced back at him. It might not have surprised him if not for the fact that he had heard of strange goings on in this city. It would be one thing for both he and Eowyn to dream a similar fate for Middle-Earth, quite another for the same images to wake them both the same night.

"I dream it too," he said gently. He knew it would bring her no comfort to know that her pain was shared, but at the least he could show he understood. He too, dreamed of darkness and the free peoples being enslaved, but he had faith that it was not so. He had to believe it, else he would go mad. "The Shadow stretching across Middle-Earth and further, even to this land. But it is a dream, Eowyn. Nothing more."