[Théoden stands, with Gandalf, at his son's shut tomb.]

Théoden: "Simbelmynë, ever has it grown on the tombs of my forebears. Now it shall cover the grave of my son."

Théoden: "Alas, that these evil days should be mine. The young perish and the old linger. That I should live to see the last days of my house."

Gandalf: "Théodred's death was not of your making."

Théoden: "No parent should have to bury their child."

[Théoden starts to cry and covers his face.]

Gandalf: "He was strong in life. His spirit will find its way to the halls of your fathers."

Gandalf: "Westu hál. Ferðu, Théodred, Ferðu." (Be-thou well. Go-thou, Théodred, go-thou.)

[Gandalf turns and sees Èothain and Freda riding a horse.]

[Èothain falls off the horse.]