Winter Ice
Psalm 136
Cheeks as pale as melting winter, eyes as sharp as ice's edge, such were her descriptions. But Eowyn of Rohan was not always so cold. She had once been a vibrant young girl, bound to do all the things little girls did. She annoyed her brother and simply lived the life she had been given to live. Then her mother and father died, leaving her and her brother alone in the world. Though she had her uncle, it was no good. The once vibrant girl closed up, and became a stolid woman.
Her every move was watched by Grima Wormtongue. How he disgusted her. His words chilled her to the core and she felt as if he would be at every turn in the hallways. She was haunted, and she would sit up into the dead hours of the night, holding herself. It was still winter in her wonderland.
She was afraid it had been too long to try the reasons why her world had closed around her. Her spirit had grown beyond the walls to where she'd never been. She was waiting for the world to fall, for the scene to change, so that things might change. She wanted to see the world unbroken, under the layers of evil and foulness.
Then Eowyn met Aragorn. He was everything she had wished in a man, except she could see in her eyes his heart belonged to a lady in a distant land. Though that did not stop her trying, she was disappointed in the end, and closed up further. She made a decision. It was her time to fight.
The war came, the battle was fought, and the day was won. Sauron had been vanquished. She was still as cold as winter's ice, and only a broken-hearted man could thaw her soul. His love pulled her from the winter, and brought her into a glorious spring.