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Characters: Éowyn A/N: I wrote this ficlet for Lhunuial, who inspired me with a lovely drabble. ~***~ She stood, golden hair flying in the wind, unable to move, unable to tear her sad grey eyes from the road where he had disappeared. The path of Dimholt had swallowed him and the other Men of Númenor. Aragorn, son of Arathorn, was gone. He chose to follow a path of death, without allowing her to stand by his side. He was lost to her, lost to Middle-earth. Éowyn's face was a mask of stone, blank eyes gazing into nothingness. Memories were blowing around her, wrapping around her like a cloak of grief, as she stood unmoving and unaware of the world. She remembered that day. That day when her father left to hunt a band of orcs. It was crystal clear in her mind. She remembered her mother, as graceful as a silver swan in her dress, standing in front of her house in Aldburg, waiting. She too stood without a move, staring across the plains of Rohan. She had waited for several days, like she was the anchor which would brought her husband back. But her world had collapsed and she had faded, slowly, consumed by pain and grief like a candle. Slowly, almost painfully, Éowyn left her daze. She blinked, her eyes dry. She would not collapse, she would not be the mirror of her mother. She would fly to battle and seek death. And she would have a glorious and quick passing. And as the young woman returned to the Golden Hall, mind and body full of bitterness, she could picture a beautiful white swan falling from the sky, its heart pierced by an arrow, feathers covered in blood. And she smiled. A void smile.
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