‘My friend,’ said Gandalf, ‘you had horses, and deeds of arms, and the free fields; but she, born in the body of a maid, had a spirit and courage at least the match of yours. Yet she was doomed to wait upon an old man, whom she loved as a father, and watch him falling into a mean dishonoured dotage; and her part seemed to her more ignoble than that of the staff he leaned on.
Tolkien doesn’t write many females but I feel this acknowledges the trope female and the existence of individuality amongst any demographic. I felt reassured at this point because the lack of representation was on my mind.
