Disclaimer: I own neither Eowýn or the song.

Eowýn was staring at the ceiling of her chamber. Or, no, she couldn't call it hers... It was just another room in the Houses of Healing. Many people had rested here before her, and many people would after her. Maybe someone died in this very bed.

Death... Such sweat release! When the warm earth would be around her, above her, she would never be rejected again. She would never have to suffer the loss of love... And when the one that took all hope from her would be crowned the Queen of Gondor, Eowyn would not be with the ones bowing for her... Oh, if she could be that queen herself... as the wife of Aragorn...

~*~

Spend all your time waiting

for that second chance

for a break that would make it okay

there's always one reason

to feel not good enough

and it's hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction

oh beautiful release

memory seeps from my veins

let me be empty

and weightless and maybe

I'll find some peace tonight

in the arms of an angel

fly away from here

from this dark cold hotel room

and the endlessness that you fear

you are pulled from the wreckage

of your silent reverie

you're in the arms of the angel

may you find some comfort there

~*~

Yes, death was what she desired most of all. If she could just have had a glorious ending, being slain in battle! Surely that would be a death worthy for a shield maiden! But instead, she had to watch others die, friends, family; and she would never take up her sword again. Not only had she lost the man she loved, but her life too. If just she could go back, fighting for her country...

~*~

so tired of the straight line

and everywhere you turn

there's vultures and thieves at your back

and the storm keeps on twisting

you keep on building the lie

that you make up for all that you lack

it don't make no difference

escaping one last time

it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh

this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

~*~

Eowýn was tired, so tired...

~*~

in the arms of an angel

fly away from here

from this dark cold hotel room

and the endlessness that you fear

you are pulled from the wreckage

of your silent reverie

You're in the arms of the angel

may you find some comfort there

~*~

As she fell asleep, somehow the image of a young man floated in her mind... A warrior like herself... It was as if he was comforting her, telling her she'd be fine... She would be Eowýn again.

~*~

you're in the arms of the angel

may you find some comfort here