Disclaimer: Nope, not mine
Five paces by seven paces, and short paces, as well, not his normal wide strides.
A threadbare blanket on a rickety cot, a badly-mended stool, two buckets.
A square hole in the heavy wooden door, just at eye level, small enough that it did not need really need to be barred.
A window, also barred, with a view of the buildings at the bottom of the hill.
A rat, poking its nose in the dirty straw piled in one corner.
Eomer stared out the window, fighting down useless anger, wondering what damage Grima might cause while he was so caged.