and there stood meriadoc the hobbit in the midst of the slain , blinking like an owl in the daylight , for tears blinded him ; and through a mist he looked on eowyn 's fair head , as she lay and did not move ; and he looked on the face of the king , fallen in the midst of his glory , for snowmane in his agony had rolled away from him again ; yet he was the bane of his master .