I was never more anxious in my life than when I waited at the fort, pacing as I awaited your safe arrival, waiting for you to return to me… I know now you were never mine, that our relationship in your eyes was never anything more than platonic. But I was foolish then; my thoughts were filled with silly notions of true love… I realize now that I was nothing more than a fool… a fool for believing I could ever mean anything to you.

I nearly stormed the men when they returned, and, after a conversation with my uncle I hardly remember…

            My lady…

It was not the voice I longed to hear… it was not you who spoke the words. Almost in a daze, I managed words, though they sounded foreign even in my own mind.

            Lord Aragorn. Where is he?

The voice was not my own, it was the sound of a woman barely managing to speak, choking on her own words. I almost wished I had not asked, and I dared not hope for good news…

            He fell.

The words hit like a ton of bricks, resounding in my head in slow motion…

            He fell… he fell… he fell… he fell… he fell… Lord Aragorn. Where is he? He fell… he fell… he fell…

I sank to the floor, unnoticed by all, barely audible sobs escaping my lips. I was not the only one crying, others; women, hugging their children, mourning their husbands, fathers, brothers, who had not returned. But my loss was greater; none were as heartbroken as I in that moment. Such distress I had never felt in my life, and for a vague moment I considered ending it all right then… But, no… I was braver than that. I am braver than that. I, Eowyn, niece of Theoden, King of Rohan, am a daughter of kings… I am strong.

How long I sat there, miserable, feeling as if I could not breathe, could not stand, I do not know… all I know is the feelings I felt for you, Lord Aragorn, and how hard it was for me to know that all hope was lost, and that I would never see you again.

My own mind was cruel to me, images of you're the one thing I did not want to see or think about flashing through my brain... Had you been slain by one of the uruk-hai's swords? May haps you were knocked off your horse, and, reaching for your sword, it had happened? What were your final thoughts? Had you thought of me? Or of your Elvin lover who had sailed to the west. Had it been my name you called out in your last moments? Had you thought of me…?

Such anguish I had never felt, and I pray I shall never have to feel again. I mourned for you, Lord Aragorn, in silence, a silent torment, not daring reveal my thoughts to anyone, as I had never mourned for another.