A/N - This is a very, very short Éowyn fic, set before Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas and Gandalf reach Edoras to free the King from the whisperings of Wormtongue. Not sure if it can be called a monologue or not.... I think it might be though.
Feedback much appreciated - this is a bit of an experiment for me!
Ugly beautiful
I can never be beautiful. It is a sad thing that inner beauty is not decided by who you are as a person, but what you choose to be. I am Éowyn, shield maiden of Rohan and sister-daughter to Théoden King. Yet that is only what they call me - it is not what I am. I am a prisoner, bound to serve this kingdom dutifully and obediently by my gender, never to fulfil the role that should be rightfully mine. I shall spend a lifetime enslaved, mourning that I am experiencing just that: a lifetime. I should be proud and unafraid to die in battle. But that can never be.
In years to come, strangers shall look to Edoras and say, "I have looked upon the Lady Éowyn and witnessed her untold beauty. Yet I noticed that she was as cold as ice and in possession of an ugly demeanour."
Ugly beautiful. The oxymoron that I shall forever epitomise. For I can never be inwardly beautiful in accordance with the views of my people and predecessors, as I am dissatisfied with my life, my position in society and, above all, the pressures on me to conform.
I am ugly. Ugly beautiful, and I shall be until I die. There is no other way for me unless, by some happy chance, I am allowed to fight and reach freedom.
A/N - Told you it was short......
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