'I have a sword ', said Merry, climbing from his seat and drawing from its black sheath his small, bright blade. Filled suddenly with love for this old man, he knelt on one knee and took his hand and kissed it. 'May I lay the sword of Meriadoc of the Shire on your lap, Theoden, King?' he cried,'Receive my service, Iff you will!'.
Gladly will I take it, said the king...'As a father you shall be to me', said Merry.
'For a little while,' said Theoden