Éomer: King Théoden no longer knows friend from foe. Not even his own kin.
*He takes off his helmet, and the other horsemen put up their spears*
Saruman has taken hold of the King and claimed lordship over these lands. The White Wizard is cunning.. he walks here and there they say, as an old man, hooded and cloaked. Everywhere, spies *he looks at Legolas* slip past our nets.
Aragorn: We are no spies. We track a party of Uruk-hai Westward across the plain. They have taken two of our friends captive.
Éomer: The Uruks are dead - we slaughtered them in the night.