Shieldmaiden Éowyn Of Rohan: Éowyn paces the halls of Meduseld, her footsteps echoing through the building at a rhythmic pace. She looked up at the large tapestries that sat on the walls, almost foreboding in their grandeur, and quickly looked away.

She had been left to care for her people while the Rohirrim rode west, to Helm’s Deep. This she understood but she could not help but feel a heaviness settling within her heart and a deep melancholy overcoming her being. Éowyn was weary of sulking in the hills and there was nothing she wished more than to face peril and battle and find honor in war. But it seemed as if that fate was not for her.

Éowyn’s thoughts were interrupted when she heard footsteps behind her and she turns around to face the origin of the noise.