V. The Deep Breath Before The Plunge
We wait, long moments stretching into the evening's darkness. I had never thought I would live long enough to stand here now. The greatest challenge in all of my days looms before me. And there is no father or brother or mother left to give counsel. Mithrandir himself could not guide me in this fearsome endeavor. As I ponder what lies ahead, I am assailed by sudden doubt.
My mouth goes dry as the door to the hall opens. Eomer brings forth his sister, the White Lady of Rohan; who has come to wed me this night. I fear that I will stutter through our vows. I fear I will not merit the trust with which she gives herself to me.
But then I look upon her. I have always thought her fair, but tonight Eowyn shines brighter than all the candles and torches in the Golden Hall. My doubts melt away in her glow; and I burn for her.
Eomer leads her to me and places Eowyn's hand in mine. She raises her fearless eyes as we clasp hands. I cannot help but smile at her. All will be well. With a steadying breath, I begin my vows.