*Author's Note*
I do not own Lord of the Rings, nor its characters. However I have a great love for Tolkien and his works. The following story is the Diary of Eowyn, starting February 27, 3019.
*Prologue*
"…When I first looked on her and perceived her unhappiness, it seemed to me I saw a white flower standing straight and proud, shapely as a lily, and yet knew that it was hard, as if wrought by elf-wrights out of steel. Or it was maybe, a frost that had turned its sap to ice, and so it stood, better-sweet, still fair to see, but stricken, soon to fall and die…"
--Aragorn in "The Return of the King"
