"I am no man," she states to the imaginary Nazgûl kneeling in front of her after removing an imaginary helmet with her left hand. With a shout, she slays her enemy her equally imaginary sword, and quickly lets it go while she watches him vanish.
Simply put, Brienne loves the Lord of the Rings trilogy, and she loves Éowyn so very much. She has watched it several times now, to the point of memorizing her favorite character's lines and moves. She loves everything about her: her bravery, the way she can swing a sword, how she is not intimidated by the fact she is a woman. They can relate so much.
Brienne had wished she could go to Jon Snow's Halloween party as Éowyn dressed like a rider Rohan, but unfortunately for her, that had been part of her bargain with her boyfriend Tormund. He, also a Lord of the Rings geek, wanted to go as Gimli, a ginger bearded fellow just like himself, but she had argued he was too tall to cosplay a dwarf, and since they would go as a couple, it would make more sense if he went dressed as Faramir, Éowyn's better half. Even though Brienne thought that was a lame excuse, and even though Tormund thought he was too broad for that, he had agreed, on the condition that Brienne would wear a dress. She had to concede in the end.
When Tormund finally emerges from their room, he is still putting his gloves on. Brienne looks at him in awe. It turns out he looks better than she has expected as a man of Gondor.
"The city has fallen silent," she suddenly says in a sad voice, remembering Éowyn's quote from the deleted scene of The Return of the King, the one where she meets Faramir at the Houses of Healing. She would never forgive Peter Jackson for having cut their short, but lovely exchange. "There is no warmth left in the sun."
Tormund looks up and smiles. Then he proceeds to slowly approach her, just like the character he impersonates. "It is only the damp of the first spring rain." Unlike Faramir, however, Tormund removes his right glove to caress Brienne's face. "I do not believe this darkness will endure."
She smiles shyly, her cheeks burning. It's impressive how he always manages to make her blush after all this time dating him.
"You look handsome," she finally mutters.
"That is not what Éowyn says," Tormund replies, and they both giggle.
"Seriously though, you do look handsome. Just like I knew you would."
"I appreciate it, my lady," Tormund smiles before pressing a kiss to her lips. "You look beautiful as always. The dress only complements your beauty." Then another kiss, deeper this time.
By the seven, does Brienne love him so much! Sometimes she could not believe she was so lucky to have met him, especially after she had stopped believing she would never find love. But there he is, proving her wrong each and every single day. They were like her favorite pairing, both having come from different places and backgrounds, finding comfort and solace after a great struggle. She prays the Seven everyday, thanking them for bringing Tormund Giantsbane to her like, always asking them to help her do everything she can not to ever let him go.
"We gotta get going," Brienne speaks, hating to have to interrupt their sweet moment.
"Oh yes, the party." Tormund blinks a few times, himself equally dazed. She turns to the mirror in their living room and adjusts her long blonde wig one last time. When she's done, takes her hand like Faramir takes Éowyn's in the movie, and they both leave, ready to enjoy the night.