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Slender and tall she was in her white robe girt with silver; but strong she seemed and stern as steel, a daughter of kings.

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lotr meme: nine characters [4/9] → Éowyn

But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund’s daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.

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Eowyn’s beautiful updo at Theodred’s funeral.

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For she is a fair maiden, fairest lady of a house of queens. And yet I know not how I should speak of her. When I first looked on her and perceived her unhappiness, it seemed to me that I saw a white flower standing straight and proud, shapely as a lily and yet knew that it was hard, as if wrought by elf-wrights out of steel.

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"A liking for- yes perhaps I do. You know I found a great friend in Merry and I learned of the courage of the hobbits. You both were very brave. Rohirric women like that"

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                     ”Ye seem tae have a likin’ far hobbits, don’t ye?”

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"Perhaps you might want a tour guide. If you tell me where you are headed, I can lead you across the mountains after the storm has settled and bring the soldiers water and food." True to her words, as if the sky had awaited a sign to unleash it's wrath, the planes above were soon covered with dark clouds, the sun entirely gone. Big droplets of cold rain drummed onto the soil, turning it muddy. She knew the weather quite well in these parts. Éowyn swiftly stepped back to stand beneath the roof of a hut near by, gesturing for the fair elf lord to do the same. "At least the plants must be rejoycing." 

« Insight » he repeated, as his bright eyes darkened, even if slightly. Sometimes they indeed had that, for he counted also his own discoveries as insight concerning the things of Arda. « Still, uncertainty and emotions are not unknown to the Eldar. At all. » Emotions strong enough to pulverize their organs from the inside and uncertainty so loathsome that they could delay action and decisions for years. He knew that kind of emotions, but he rejected that slowness of reaction.       « To sit back, for me, is not an option. Yet, in this case, your decision is most appropriate. »

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A new wrinkle or two had definitely snuck itself upon her features over the last years and she shook her head goodnaturedly at the prince's charming remark. "Nay, my lord, compared to you I truly bear marks of time." And the elf had remained so pristine, so unblemished just like the day she had met him for the first time. But Éowyn was not jealous, for she had found a man in Faramir she truly looked forward getting old with, something inevitable. "Now that the darkness has left our lands, we thrive in peace. And yours? I hear the forest too regained it's health."

      And it seems that age has yet to       catch up with you, my friend. Are       you well? And your people?

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"But Éomer I cannot spare, nor would he stay," said the king; "and he is the last of that House." "I said not Éomer," answered Háma. "And he is not the last. There is Éowyn, daughter of Éomund, his sister. She is fearless and high-hearted. All love her. Let her be as lord to the Eorlingas, while we are gone.”

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Prince Legolas! You look just as I recall.

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rulerofthewoodlandrealm: Over a week had passed since Thranduil and a rather large company of elves had set out to travel to Ithilien to see the prince of the woodland realm and the new prince of Ithilien, who Legolas was residing with. The world was changing around them, in a way it had not before. Peaceful and without the heavy feeling a dark presence had put over their lands for far too long. Freed of the ancient evil that had haunted the Elvenking for thousands of years, a feeling of constant gloom had been lifted from him. Yet, finding himself still frightened by the old ruin of Dol Guldur, Thranduil had not passed too closely by it on his journey. He knew that the evil that had lurked there and had corrupted his forest from within was gone as well, but the place itself would forever be tainted in his mind and memory, by the things that had happened to him. Things that he had to remember, because no matter how bright the world had started to look, they would always matter and the dark patches on his heart and soul weren’t ones that could be erased, even by the brightest light. The taint of ancient dark magic was fading away and Mirkwood was, once again, free and prospering under the changed circumstances, even in the south, where the ruin was close. Something that the Elvenking had not thought would happen, even as he had fought his battle inside the woods, while other battles had been fought elsewhere. From far, Emyn Arnen wasn’t as easy to see as other settlements were, but the eyes of the elves had no problem spotting it in the distance as they approached the wide fields that lay before it. Surely, his son had long noticed them and the thought of being reunited with him filled the Elvenking with joyous anticipation. Tireless, they wandered the fields before the hills of Arnen, spears glistening in the sun by day and reflecting the starlight by night. Feeling light like he had not in a very long time, his company soon picked up on his good mood and joined in on it, feeling encouraged by their king’s attitude. The gate of Emyn Arnen was large. Not as large as the gates of the woodland realm, but huge enough that they could pass through easily, as the men and women of Ithilien opened their door to the elves. They had been shouting and yelling their arrival, the wind carrying their voices to the ears of the elven company. There had not been a single elf, who had joined in to surprised shouts, which told of two things. His son and his group of elves had all known they would come and they had not told a single mortal soul about it. A thought that put a faint smile on the father’s lips. Seeing his son then, almost immediately after the Elvenking had passed through the gate, his elk watchful but unafraid of the strangers, made the smile grow wider. A small greeting, offered with the utmost affection and telling of fatherly fondness to anyone able and willing to understand the ways of the elves, was all he could offer his son for now. It would have been unnecessarily rude not to greet the lord and lady of Ithilien first. Having his elk walk at a trot, he stopped only before what he believed to be just those. The land was beautiful, prospering under the reign of men, but the city was almost luminous in its magnificence. So much so, that it was hard to believe men had built it. "I have come as a visitor to this place, if you would be so kind as to extend the same hospitality you are offering my son towards me and my company." Showing no intention to leave his mount, he waited for an answer. Indeed, he did not plan to make any move that would have suggestion him getting too comfortable in the city of men, before he was officially invited to stay. Not that he doubted it would happen.

Éowyn had always been aware that the prince was in fact- a prince, but she had never considered that his father was a king. It was silly in retrospect, but Legolas had become such a good friend of hers, she had forgotten that in his own realm he must be possessing even more authority than here amongst the elves of Ithilien and even the mortal residents. King Elessar was so fond of prince Legolas that no one would dare oppose him, aware the king's wrath would soon follow. 

Éowyn bowed the golden head, long tresses pooling over her shoulders and granting her a brief resprite. Her emeralds went wide and she admired the whole picture of pure grace and majesty. Every soldier was entirely impeccable just like the elvenking himself. The lady had heard of him of course, who has not? The one who ruled in the forest of Mirkwood, a tale full of mystery and quite many speculations. Even though she and Legolas got along perfectly well, she had never dared asking him anything private or anything regarding his people. She observed his fellow elves at times, watched how they moved about with little effort and even defy most of the weather, where her mortal kin moved inside to evade catching a cold or worse.

Faramir remained in silence and she raised her head, exchanging one last glance with her husband before smiling at the king and bowing her head. Of course this was nothing but a polite farce, Thranduil was always welcome here, and even if he were not, they would have already made that clear before the delegation would have reached the borders. "Of course, welcome to Ithilien my lord." It occured to her that Faramir was probably a little overwhelmed, for he took a great liking to the elves and their culture. At times he was even mildly sheepish around Legolas but always with a mind like sharp glass and surely he will find a moment of courage to address the elvenking himself. 

"Please, this way to the stables. " She walked ahead, dressed both noble and practical. It was a custom of the rohirric women, noble or not, they always had to move about and sit upon their horses and their wear reflected it. Éowyn in particular, even though now she spent a lot of time in the healing house as chief healer, rode Windfola over the planes whenever the wind called for her. Her dresses were never narrowed down at the hem, her heels never high. 

She watched how Legolas followed and he petted the elk's soft snout who gave a happy grunt in return. It was a deep familiarity and quite pleasing to watch how son and father smiled at each other. Sadly she had not yet managed to make the prince smile at her the same way. Perhaps a human was not capable of that.

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Lotr meme: four otps (3/4) ↳Eowyn & Aragorn

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At first the lady swore the bright beams of the sun were playing tricks on her emeralds. In the distance, massive antlers could be spotted, a proud pair. Elks were certainly native to Emyn Arnen and the fauna in Ithilien was idyllic, but even more astounding was the glinting of spears and shields. Éowyn could recognize the sight of travelling warriors in her sleep, but her mortal eyes failed to tell her what kind of warriors exactly.

Prince Legolas however practically levitated over the ground today, seeming very pleased with the approaching visitors. "Who is coming?" she inquired, smiling along with him for his joy was contageous. He pursed his lips and refused to answer, claiming she will see. She had certainly learned to be patient in the presence of the fair elven prince, not always to her delight.

"Elves!" came the mutual shout, the guards quite surprised and the elven soldiers positioned in Ithilien, serving lord Legolas left their posts to form a welcoming formation. Éowyn was not quite certain where to position herself, she found a place next to her husband who seemed as excited as she was. 

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        "Storms can be ridden."

She had dared this once,             as her cheeky smile revealed.

No harm came to her or her steed, she had made certain of that. The moment the edges of the wind turned into a knife, too sharp for mortal flesh, she hid away with Windfola in one of the many mountain caves.           There was no shame in withdrawing,                  to protect another.

  The feeling of spring's wings carrying her through the lands hade been worth any risk.

"But only by those who respect them.               Who fear what they become.                      All the others are soon perishing, my lord."

           ❝ — Less generous by far; shoulds mounts you favor so,    naught save distraught would you meet within foreign land.❞

   Were choice I urged to make, between sparing life of beast or man—    all too plain option lay. For all too easily might on acquire new mount.   Yet for one such as she, whose people by all means appear to lay    dependent upon their animals. Horselords 

                                 ❝All storms one cannot evade, however.             R e g a r d l e s s  of however sharp his eyes may be.❞

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What do you fear, lady? A cage. To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.

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Already during the merry feast, the lady had noted the man clad in dark. He resembled no Eorling, a traveller most likely and those were scarce these days. "Mead?" she offered casually, looking into the cheering crowd while pallid hands offered him the decanter. Éowyn did not want to seem nosy, but she wished to know where he hailed from. Perhaps he brought news from the east.

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