~MV~
He was alive! Aragorn was alive!
All had seemed dark when he was dead, but now the sun shone upon her again. Defeating the horde of orcs seemed less impossible now. Éowyn hurried towards the man returned from death, bleeding and bruised but whole. Her eyes feasted on him, her heart swelled with bliss, and her feet barely touched the ground.
Before she could reach him, however, Legolas stepped forward. Words were exchanged, an embrace shared, and then she saw it – the fateful return of the elf woman's necklace. Éowyn faltered at the bitter reminder of her position as an onlooker and outsider. Her happiness vanished. She swallowed deeply before continuing at a much more sedate pace.
Legolas had been kind to her - and Éowyn appreciated that - but she was beginning to rather tire of these Elves and their interferences in the lives of Men.
