Disclaimer: I don't own Eowyn, the Golden Hall, the Rohan Cavalry, the nervous soldier, the angry wind, etc, etc, etc...

A/N: This angsty-Eowyn oversized-drabble is set in ROTK when the Rohirrim are leaving for Gondor. (if you couldn't figure that one out yourself)


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The wind lashed out again for what seemed like the millionth time, whipping her hair violently against her face. Streaks of golden-yellow smeared her view from atop the Golden Hall. There was also something that abstained her mind from thinking clearly at all.

She turned her skewed gaze down to the endless march of the Rohan Cavalry. It was dizzyingly far down, and she stood but a few feet from the ledge. It seemed the angry wind could send her careening towards the merciless earth below in the blink of an eye. There was an angry wind that raged in her mind, too. At any moment she might lose her mind to the confining reality she experienced day after agonizing day.

A soldier hung his head in nervous despair as a salty moisture gather on his brow. A different kind of moisture began to form in the corners of her eyes.

Hundreds and hundreds of fully-armed horses marched toward the vast expanse that stood guard between Edoras and Gondor. The thunderous beating of hooves against the dirt was almost an exact match to the pounding of her upset heart.

This was all that she could take.