Author's Note:
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Éowyn
Men. They only had their minds fixed on women.
"Will you not have me?"
The question was softly put, but there was certain danger behind it that she could not name. And she felt the underlying sadness, as if the man knew what her answer was.
She turned to the man before her. The man was older than her brother but still young. His hair was bright gold and framed his face. There was no beard, for he was unable to grow one.
"I said it once before Gríma," she said, turning her head away and looking out the window. Buildings rose before her. "I will not offer my hand in marriage, not even if I grow old and barren."
There was a long pause.
"And what would it take for a man to prove his love and devotion to you?" He asked quietly.
Éowyn allowed a bitter smile on her face.
"I would that he leaves me in peace and not keep me in a gilded cage or as an ornament to adorn his hall. I would that he accepts me as I am, and not expect me to be more. And those are rare men to find."
Gríma fell silent. Quiet footfalls heralded his departure, but Éowyn wondered if the shattering she heard soon after he disappeared was some unfortunate vase or his own heart.
Author's Note:
Now, personally, I think Grima deserved what he got and that h was a snivelling, irritating, deceitful, disgusting, cowardly, spineless spawn of snivelling etc etc man, BUT since I am exploring everything, I would like to think he was brave and chivalrous once... long ago... maybe.
