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Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings is owned by J.R.R. Tolkien, etc. I am only borrowing his characters and world for this fanfiction and am making absolutely no profit from them whatsoever.
Grey eyes met grey and Éowyn knew pity for the anguish there. Yet her reply was tempered with steel.
“Why not? Why must I – who can fight as well as any man – be condemned to await death in Dunharrow when others might ride to meet it with honour in battle?”
Éomer, seated by her sickbed, flinched. “The charge of Dunharrow was no less honourable -”
“Indeed?” she interjected dully. “Strange, then, that the duty did not fall to you, or to Dúnhere. I am weary, brother.”
Éomer fell thereafter into silent contemplation.
Éowyn fell into dark and bitter dreams …
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