[She laughs, shaking her head a little, at that comment. Yenh's right, that doesn't narrow it down much.]

[The question helps. She considers a moment, then answers, a certain dreaminess in her voice.]

When the sun goes down over the halls of Edoras - where my uncle reigns and I have lived since childhood - the light catches the rooves, and turns the thatch to beaten gold. And it catches the carvings, too, carvings many centuries old, and picks them out more clearly, and all the walls seem alive with them.