A/N I thought that J.R.R. Tolkien's description of what happened to Eowyn was a little vague. No offense to the guy, but he didn't really focus on any of the women in the story. Still I think he is the greatest fantasy author of all time, even though he was a little vague on this part. So, here I am, writing a fanfic of what I think happened to Eowyn after the Battle in the Fields of the Pelennor. I hope you like it. ---- Lady Damyria

The Fair Lady of Rohan

Chapter 1

Eowyn's Dream

Fear.

Fears coursing through me like a river,

Stalling my every move.

I could not look back;

Least I see the one whom I had loved.

I had only to look forward,

To the White City alight with flame,

To battle,

To ruin,

To death.

"Ride now! Ride now! Ride to Gondor!"

A war cry, louder than any ever heard before, shook the air as the Riders of Rohan thundered down the hill and into the Fields of the Pelennor. They rode into the midst of the Orcs, shattering the lines, crushing the servants of the Dark Lord to dust. The smell of fear scented the air of the morning as the Riders rode fiercely to the walls of the White City, Minas Tirith, the City of Kings.

The sky was red as the sun crested, shedding its light on the battlefield before the City. For a day now, war had been waged, killing thousands in the City. The lower level of the Citadel had been taken, no thanks to Grond, the iron wolf which had broken though the impenetrable gate. The people of Gondor had run to the second level, desperately trying to escape the wave of terror that had rushed in the moment the gate had been broken through. Any that were in the lower level were now dead, if not from the stones that had plummeted through the air, then by the blade of an Orc.

Eowyn let out a war cry as she drew her blade, urging her horse to rush into the wall of Orcs. Before her sat Merry, the one Halfling that had stayed behind with the Riders of Rohan. He had come along only because he wished to battle. But Eomer, her brother, had tried to hinder the Hobbit, thinking that the Halfling was no better than a child in a battle.

Eowyn had wished to ride into battle with her brother, but Eomer curtly refused. He thought she wished to prove herself as a warrior, but he was wrong. Eowyn rode into battle to die, to still the aching hollow in her heart from Aragorn's refusal of her love only a few days before.

Since the moment she saw him, she had known that he was the one for her. He led the men with courage, and even took notice of her. Then there was also the part that he was Isildur's heir, the next king of Gondor. For a time he had accepted her attention, and even returned it. But only a few nights ago had he emerged from her Uncle's tent with a new sword tucked under his arm and had refused her love. His refusal had torn her heart in two, and sent her into despair. Now she rode into battle to die for there was nothing for her to live for.

Unknown to her brother, she had brought Merry along. Eomer also had no idea that his sister rode with them, for she was dressed in her armor and had kept her face hidden. Merry didn't even know that his lady rode with him into battle. He thought her a soldier called Dernhelm who had taken him under his wing.

Eowyn swung her blade to the left, catching a nick in the armor of an Orc, and killing it as her blade cut though. Merry thrust his small sword also, clearing the right side. Orcs cried out around her as both her and Merry's blades sliced though them. On and on they went, leaving a line of dead Orcs behind them.

The sound of a horn unlike any she had ever heard before caused her to turn the horse around to face something she had never seen. In a cloud of dust, came animals that dwarfed her horse by at least ten times. Her eyes widened as she realized that these were none other than the beasts of Haradrim that carried their men into battle. They had horns that stuck out from either side of their mouths that were fifty feet long and tipped with barbs. On their backs they carried platforms from which archers stood, loosing their arrows into the mob.

"To me! To me!" Theoden, King of Rohan called, regrouping the riders. He then lead a charge towards the wave of animals that swung their heads and sent riders flying in every direction. Their giant feet crushed both rider and horse as they plowed their way through the ranks of Rohan. Neither arrow nor spear could penetrate through the thick skin of the animals. It was next to impossible to slay these creatures adorned in red paint.

Eowyn ducked between the legs of the beast, knowing that she could do nothing the kill this kind of beast. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her brother throw his spear at the man sitting on the neck of the creature and killing him and causing the beast to panic and plow into another beast. Other Riders began throwing their spears at the drivers and causing confusion among the ranks of the Southrons.

Eowyn circled around and headed back into the midst of the Orcs, figuring that it was easier killing them then trying to kill one of these beasts. Ahead of her she saw her Uncle Theoden, King of Rohan riding Snowmane through the ranks of the Orcs.

A deafening screech sounded above her and she looked to the sky. Above her, a dark shape moved, blocking the sun from her and her uncle. It swooped down and caught Snowmane, lifting the gallant white horse into the air and throwing the King to the earth. The creature landed next to Theoden's broken body, and Eowyn gasped at the figure she saw atop the ugly looking beast.

Dressed in a robe of black, with a steel crown on its head, the thing was fearsome. The hood was drawn up so that his face was hidden. But there was no face, only two gleaming eyes that glowed with death. To his side was a great sword, worn and weathered. In his hand he held a mace which was as black as a starless night.

The rider circled the horrible looking creature around Eowyn's uncle, like a wolf waiting to strike. The hungry look in the creature's red eyes told her one thing; he was going to feast on her uncle.

Eowyn jumped off her horse, her sword covered in black Orc blood and rushed to her uncle as the beast loomed over Theoden, ready to strike.

"Leave him alone!" Eowyn called as she stepped in between the jaws of the creature and her fallen uncle. "Leave the dead in peace!"

"Dare you come between a Nazgul and his prey!" the rider called out coldly. His voice was colder than a winter night, sending chills through Eowyn. Still she stood her ground, unwilling for her uncle to die in such a way.

"I will kill you if you touch him," Eowyn said with more courage than she thought she had.

"Then perhaps he will slay you in place of your king," the rider said with a sneer.

"Do what you wish with me, but let him go!" Eowyn cried out.

"You will be forgotten, for you will not save your king."

"Then I will hinder you."

"Hinder me?" the rider scoffed. "You fool! No man can hinder me!"

With an enraged cry, Eowyn drew her sword over her head and severed the beast's head, sending the lifeless body sprawling and the rider flying. The beast shuddered one last time, as the life's blood flowed from it.

The black rider rose from the ground, an aura of anger about him. Even though Eowyn could not see his face, she felt his rage, the hatred that flowed from him. Turning to her, the Lord of the Nazgul, as Eowyn figured he was because of the steel crown, raised the mace over his head and began to swing the weapon about his head.

To her left, Eowyn saw a shield of a fallen Rider. She reached down and grabbed the green shield just as the Wraith swung the mace at her. Ducking out of its path, Eowyn moved the right. He swung again, and Eowyn ducked. She shuddered as she heard the eerie whistle of the steel as it flew through the air. Again he swung, and Eowyn ducked and moved to the left.

Instead of missing the mace as she intended, the black steel hit her arm, shattering the green shield, and breaking her shield arm. She fell to her knees from the force of the Wraith's mace. Eowyn gasped in pain from the force of the break. Her head clouded with the pain. She fought it with all her might as not to become unaware of her surroundings so the Wraith could kill her, and then butcher her uncle.

The whistle of the mace brought Eowyn back to her senses. She closed her eyes as she knew the killing blow was but seconds away. She had failed her uncle. She had failed Rohan. And now her aching heart would be at rest, never able to feel again.

But the blow never came.

She opened her eyes as a shriek of pain came from the Wraith. He fell to his knees as she saw Merry fall behind him, crying out in pain as he dropped his sword. The Hobbit had crippled the Wraith.

Rising to her feet, Eowyn grasped her sword in her right hand and made readto drive it into the Wraith. Only a bark of cruel laughter stopped her from driving her sword into the Wraith.

"You fool!" he sneered, "No man can kill me!"

Suddenly a beam of sunlight shot through the darkness and shone about her. Reaching up, she pushed her helm from her head, loosing her golden hair. The sunlight cast a golden glow about her, illuminating her hair. Her gray eyes shone silver like the sea.

"I am no man," Eowyn emphasized. "I am Eowyn, Eomund's daughter."

And with a mighty cry, she plunged her sword into the Wraith, catching him between the crown and his forehead. Instantly, her sword shattered, breaking into a million gleaming stars that caught the sunlight. The crown fell way with a clang as the Wraith screamed out and writhed as he fell to the ground, his armor and cloak empty.

The sunlight faded, and Eowyn slumped to the ground, landing atop the Lord of the Nazgul's cloak. She heard no more.