I'm not quite sure where this came from...I'm starting to worry my subconscious is plotting to overthrow my mind. Not that that would be too hard, mind you. ;)
Éowyn fought the terror. It came from the Witch-king, projecting his emotions. A flowing miasma, leaching away light and hope. What did the wraith before her fear?
Death. The thought pulsed in her. She remembered the first time she almost died, and the choking fear that had enveloped her. This was the same. Her uncle shifted slightly. He too, was dying. Would die, if she could not save him.
Love for her uncle rose up inside her, pushing back the fear. She remembered visiting her grandmother Morwen, when she was just a little girl. Morwen had told her story of Beren and Luthien, though highly edited for small ears. Upon her death, she had given Eowyn a book of lays and poems popular in Gondor. The Lay of Leithian had been one of them.
She had always cherished the idea Love could be stronger than Death. But she'd never truly believed it. Now though… She let the love she held for her uncle, her brother, her people, build inside her, banishing the fear.
'For Love, I will destroy you,' she silently promised the Wraith. 'And then I will follow you into the abyss, for I fear Death no more.'