Author's note: Well, I do love the cute pairing of Eowyn and Faramir, But Eowyn and that gorgeous Elf Prince Legolas is way more better! Well I hope you enjoy and please review!!!

The first part and the characters were taken from JRR Tolkien's creative work, but the rest is mine!!

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"Begone, foul dwimmerlaik, lord of carrion! Leave the dead in peace!" Dernhelm shouted to the Witch King.

A cold voice answered: "Come not between the Nazgul and his prey! Or he will not slay thee in thy turn. He will bear thee away to the houses of lamenation, beyond all darkness, where thy flesh shall be devoured, and thy shrivelled mind be left naked to the Lidless Eye."

A sword rang as it was drawn. "Do what you will; but I will hinder it, if I may."

"Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!"

Meriadoc the hobbit suddenly heard the strangest sound. It seem that Dernhelm laughed, a cold blast of laughter. He tried to recall where he heard the voice before.

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

The winged creature screamed at her, but the nazgul did not answered her, and was silent, as if still in doubt. Merry did not felt fear within him anymore. He opened his eyes and the darkness was lifted from them. He was quite near to the winged beast, the Nazgul lord sat on it like a shadow of despair. A little to the left stood Dernhelm, Eowyn also. Her helm fell from her, and her bright hair, released from its bonds, gleamed with pale golden upon her shoulders. Her eyes grey as the sea were cold and hard, yet tears were on her cheek. A sword was in her hand, she raised her shield against the horror of her enemy's eyes.

Merry's mind flashed the memory of the face he saw at the riding from Dunharrow: the face of one that goes seeking death, having no hope. Pity filled his heart and great wonder, and suddenly he regained his courage. He clenched his hand, She should not die, so fair, so desperate! At least she should die not alone, unaided.

Suddenly the great beast beat its hideous wings, and the wind of them was foul. Again it leaped into the air, and then swiftly fell down upon Eowyn, shrieking, striking with beak and claw.

Still she did not blench: maiden of the Rohirrim, child of kings, slender but as steel-blade, fair yet terrible. A swift stroke she dealt, skilled and deadly. It cut of the neck of the beast, and it fell on the battlefield like a stone. She jumped backwards as the huge shape crashed to ruin, its wings outspread, crumpled on the earth, and its shadow passed away. A bright light fell on her, her golden hair shone in the sunrise.

Out of the wreck rose the black rider, tall and threatening, towering above her. With a cry of hatred that stung the very ears like venom he let fall his mace. Eowyn's shield broke in many pieces, and her arm was broken; she stumbled to her knees. He bent over her like a cloud and he raised his mace to kill.

But suddenly he too stumbled forward with a cry of bitter pain. and his stroke went wide, driving to the ground. Merry's sword stabbed him from behind, shearing through the black mantle, and passing up beneath the hauberk had pierced the sinew behind his mighty knee.

"Eowyn! Eowyn!" cried Merry. She then struggled up, with her last strength she drove her sword between crown and mantle, as the great shoulder bowed before her. The sword broke sparkling into many shards. The crown rolled away with a clang. Eowyn fell forward upon her fallen foe. But the mantle and hauberk were empty. Shapeless they lay now on the ground, torn and tumbled; and a cry went up into the shuddering air, and faded to a shrill wailing, passing with the wind, a voice bodiless and thin that died, and was swallowed up, and never heard again in the age of this world.

And there stood Meriadoc the hobbit in the midst of the slain, blinking like an owl in the daylight, tears blinded him, and through a mist he looked at Eowyn's fair head, as she lay and did not move. Eowyn, the shieldmaiden of Rohan, laid in glory beside the fallen king.

Author's note: Ok, get the idea? The romance between Legolas and Eowyn will be coming up in the next chapter. REVIEW please...........