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
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
