A solemn, golden little child I was. I was too proud to play with the girls, and the boys rarely accepted me aside from Eomer and Theodred. The guardsmen, then, it was who were my friends. "Eowyn, see! Don't hold it so: a fight is a dance, girl! Feel it. Try that block again. –No! Again! Good..." And what other girl could be so happy with her playacting as I was with my fighting?