The Return of the King (The Lord of the Rings, #3)

by J.R.R. Tolkien

‘They may suffer me to pass,’ said Aragorn;

Chills

‘Too often have I heard of duty,’ she cried. ‘But am I not of the House of Eorl, a shieldmaiden and not a dry-nurse? I have waited on faltering feet long enough. Since they falter no longer, it seems, may I not now spend my life as I will?’

Queen

But I am of the House of Eorl and not a serving-woman. I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.’ ‘What do you fear, lady?’ he asked. ‘A cage,’ she said. ‘To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.’

Go on Eowyn

‘But no living man am I!

She is the moment

‘I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you and it as well.

<3

I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.’

Bros

Éowyn, Éowyn, White Lady of Rohan, in this hour I do not believe that any darkness will endure!’ And he stooped and kissed her brow.

I ship it

‘I have wished thee joy ever since first I saw thee. It heals my heart to see thee now in bliss.’

What a man