DISCLAIMER: I AM OBVIOUSLY NOT TOLKIEN AS HE IS DEAD AND I AM ALIVE (AT LEAST THE LAST TIME I CHECKEDÜ)

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NOW FOR THE STORY!!!!!!!!!

The Diary of Éowyn, Daughter of Éomund and Théoden, Niece of King Théoden, (Twin) Sister of Éomer, and the White Lady of Rohan. (Yes, all those names
are mine)

February 27, Year 3019 ~ Edoras

I have decided to keep this diary so I can have someone I can talk to completely and honestly. Before today I had my brother and my cousin when they were in Edoras. There was almost always one of them here. But today my uncle, King Théoden of Rohan, banished my brother Éomer on the "advice" of his awful advisor Grima Wormtounge. (That's what everyone calls him behind his back) Also today, tidings of my cousin Théodred's death reached Edoras. My uncle did not react to the news of his only son and heir's death, so under the spell of Saruman cast by Wormtounge he is.

I have just realized I have not introduced myself. I am Éowyn, Daughter of Éomund and Théodwyn, Niece of King Théoden, (Twin) Sister of Éomer, and the White Lady of Rohan. The last, my "official" title, would have been the title of my mother, were she still alive. She and my father were both killed by orcs when Éomer and I were 7 years old.

Grima Wormtounge just walked in and asked me what I was writing. I sent him away but he reminded me of my original purpose in writing this diary (Trust me; I would be one of the last people in Rohan you would expect to keep a diary). I suppose the reason would be him. I f he had not corrupted my uncle, my brother would still be here and Rohan would be under better leadership, real leadership.

Perhaps Théodred would still be alive. Even if these things did happen without him, at least I wouldn't have someone ugly "checking me out" (a Gondorian phrase I learned from Théodred) every time I came into a room.

I must stop now for it is late and the candles are burning low. Éowyn