- Funeral of King Théoden
But Merry stood at the foot of the green mound, and he wept, and when the song was ended he arose and cried: “Théoden King, Théoden King! Farewell! As a father you were to me, for a little while. Farewell!”
When the burial was over and the weeping of women was stilled, and Théoden was left at last alone in his barrow, then folk gathered to the Golden Hall for the great feast and put away sorrow; for Théoden had lived to full years and ended in honour no less than the greatest of his sires. And when the time came that in the custom of the Mark they should drink to the memory of the kings, Éowyn Lady of Rohan came forth, golden as the sun and white as snow, and she bore a filled cup to Éomer.
[The Return of the King, Chapter 5: Many Partings]