Very like stars. For they fade minute by minute, and seem further and further, but until the last there is a part of you that sees those dreams yet on the horizon, long after they are faded. And then age takes you, and glory is gone from reach.
[Which is a slightly strange thing for a woman in her early twenties to say, but Éowyn has always been rather bleak in her outlook.]
I do not need you to believe in my blood. It means something to know you share in my loss.
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Very like stars. For they fade minute by minute, and seem further and further, but until the last there is a part of you that sees those dreams yet on the horizon, long after they are faded. And then age takes you, and glory is gone from reach.
[Which is a slightly strange thing for a woman in her early twenties to say, but Éowyn has always been rather bleak in her outlook.]
I do not need you to believe in my blood. It means something to know you share in my loss.