Source: Rohan, Pre-Ring War
Disclaimer: Tolkien created the wonderful world of Middle-earth, I’s just borrowing.
The Dunlending’s huge axe was deflected by his pauldron, but force of impact broke his collar-bone and dislocated his shoulder. With the raiding-party routed, Théodred, arm immobilised, led his new command home. After the Healers’ painfully efficient treatment, they insisted he be abed and still until the bone settled.
The third morning, frustrated and restive, he bellowed “Come!” at the hesitant knock. Little Éowyn brought in a platter of cooked eggs, buttered bread neatly cut into strips arranged around them.
“I made you soldiers,” she said, “...they always cheer me up when I’m poorly.”
Despite his fretful mood, Théodred smiled.