Who dares challenge Death? That clear voice sounds strangely familiar to me, but I know not why.
She speaks her name... Éowyn, Éomund's daughter... My breath catches in my chest as realization strikes me... the young man with whom I rode into battle, Dernhelm, my silent comrade...!
Amazed, I open my eyes so I might catch a glimpse of this brave Lady ere I die. Tears glisten upon her fair cheeks, but she stands fearless, facing her foe.
Deeply moved, courage flames up in my heart. How can I help her?
Clutching the hilt of my sword, I crawl forward...