Respect was in Aragorn’s eyes, as he regarded Éowyn. “You have some skill with a blade.”
"The women of this country learned long ago that those without swords may still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain."
"What do you fear, my lady?”
She slowly turned back to face him, then spoke from her heart. “A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them, and all chance of valour has gone beyond recall or desire.”
Aragorn shook his head, wonderingly. “You are a daughter of kings, a Shieldmaiden of Rohan. I do not think that would be your fate.”
― The Lord of The Rings: The Two Towers .
Artwork: The White Lady of Rohan, by Līga Kļaviņa.
And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many. And many indeed saw them and the light that shone about them as they came down from the walls and went hand in hand to the Houses of Healing.
I have walked there, s o m e t i m e s . Beyond the forest, into the night. I have seen the world f a l l a w a y , and the the white light of f o r e v e r fill the air.