Shieldmaiden - An Éowyn Picspam
The woman turned and went slowly into the house. As she passed the doors she turned and looked back. Grave and thoughtful was her glance, as she looked on the king with cool pity in her eyes. Very fair was her face, and her long hair was like a river of gold. Slender and tall she was in her white robe girt with silver; but strong she seemed and stern as steel, a daughter of kings.
Aragorn: You have some skill with a blade.
Éowyn: The women of this country learned long ago that those without swords may still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain.
Aragorn: What do you fear my lady?
Éowyn: A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them. And all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.
Aragorn: You are a daughter of kings. A shieldmaiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate.
Éowyn: The city has fallen silent. There is no warmth left in the sun. It grows so cold.
Faramir: Just the damp of the first Spring rain. I do not believe this darkness will endure.
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