Character: Eowyn

- I'm not a mortal husband! Before you is a woman. I am Eowyn, daughter of Eomund, and I argue with you about my sovereign and kin. Watch out if you are not immortal! I will hack you, black undead, if you touch him.

The city was silent, the sun no longer warms, it gets cold.
Just breathes freshness after the first spring rain, I don't believe that the darkness will remain forever.

- In order to start a war, enough of one of the parties, worthy Healer, ' answered éowyn. - And by the sword they can die, and those who never took it in hand. Do you prefer to gondortsy day and night for the herbs, while the dark Lord gathers armies? And bodily healing is not always good, and the death on the battlefield - not always evil, even if the hero dies in agony.

I'm not a maid, I'm kind of Eorl. I can sit in the saddle, with a sword and not afraid of pain nor death.
- What are you afraid of, Madam?
- Captivity, - she said. - I'm afraid to live life under lock and key, afraid to wait for a day when fatigue and years will reconcile me with jail when hope to do great will disappear, will be forgotten and cease to stir the heart.

- You own a sword?
- Women of this country learned long ago: Who has no sword, he will die in battle. I fear neither pain nor death.
- What are you afraid of?
Cells. To stay behind bars until use and old age are not forced to accept, and all chance of valor will not leave me forever.
- You're a daughter of kings. A Shield Maiden Of Rohan. Don't believe your fate.

- Leave me alone, snake!
But you're alone. Who knows what you say in the darkness of the bitter sleepless nights when it feels like your whole life shrinks down to the minute. The walls are compressed, presses, and drawers are crammed unknown creepy creatures?