*Author's Note*

I do not own Lord of the Rings, nor its characters.  However I have a great love for Tolkien and his works.  The following story is the Diary of Eowyn, starting February 27, 3019.

*Prologue*

"…When I first looked on her and perceived her unhappiness, it seemed to me 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.  Or it was maybe, a frost that had turned its sap to ice, and so it stood, better-sweet, still fair to see, but stricken, soon to fall and die…"

--Aragorn in "The Return of the King"