Théoden King had been sunk into darkness for so long that we did not believe he would ever cast it off.

Yet now he sits at the table, once again our proud and noble lord. He no longer needs assistance to cut his own meat; his wine is no longer watered. When he rises to speak a blessing, his voice is strong, unwavering; his eyes are blue and sharp as they were before the shadow held him. When he walks, his back is unbowed, his head held high.

The word is passed swiftly and joyfully throughout Edoras: Our King is restored.