Chapter IV – Darkness Unescapable
She was beautiful; all women were beautiful, but she more than all. Her blonde hair flew free in the wind, unbound. She held her chin high, her blue eyes piercing, dressing in a gown as white as winter's first snow. Beads of silver, adorned with jewels of green and blue, rippled elegantly about her neck. Over all, a blue mantle embroidered with blue thread and silver stars, making her a shrine of beauty and splendor unmatched in the world of Men.
She whispered his name, softly and then louder: "Faramir…Faramir…" Her pale face was turned away from him to face a vast mountain of darkness that rose, towering up like a wave that should engulf the world. She stood upon a wall of stone high within a tower, upon some dreadful brink, and it was utterly dark in the abyss before her feet, but whether there was any light behind her she could not tell. For she could not turn. A stroke of doom sounded from a bell in the tower above.
"Faramir…the land before me founders, and a great dark wave climbs over the green lands and above the hills, and coming on, darkness unescapable."
"Then you think that the Darkness is coming?" said he. "Darkness Unescapable?" He tried to reach her, but though he strained his arm fell short.
"I do not know what is happening. The reason of my waking mind tells me that great evil has befallen and we stand at the end of days…"
"But my heart says nay!" he cried. "And all my limbs are light, and a hope and joy are come to me that no reason can deny! Please…Éowyn… Remember those final words! A hope and joy! Hope and joy! Forget them not! Forget not the hope! Éowyn, Éowyn, White Lady of Rohan, in this hour I do not believe that any darkness will endure!"
She shook her head. "It is too late for hope…" The stone cracked beneath her feet, and she tumbled helplessly into the abyss. He screamed and leapt to save her, but the darkness beneath her feet had already consumed her, and it wrapped its cold death-like fingers about him and swallowed him up. Darkness Unescapable…
Author's Note: I paraphrased a good portion of this chapter directly from The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, Book VI, Chapter 5: The Steward and the King.