Fear
Eowyn backed off from the young man, shaking her head. 'As much as I would love to accompany you to see your pets, I am afraid I cannot. My brother would never allow it.'
'Whyever not?' the desperate man asked, fairly swooning. For several years, he had decided that the niece of the king was worthy of his attention, and had taken it upon himself to woo her.
'I told you before, Grima,' Eowyn replied, managing somehow to keep her tone patient. 'I have a terrible fear of most animals, ever since I was attacked by a chipmunk as a child.'
A/N: This is for my sister, RoyaleisiaTheStrong, who will no doubt get the inside joke. ;) Just to clear up any confusion, this is set several years before LotR, so Grima isn't a bad guy yet.