You wake up and understand, you are in the Middle-Earth, in the moment, when the forces of Rohan were mustered to go to Gondor, and Éowyn disguised herself as a man, and under the alias of Dernhelm, travelled with the Riders of Rohan. But you are shrunk till the microscopic size, not bigger than mite or even smaller Then you see her. Eowyn. Beautiful, proud and nice shieldmaiden. She looks absolutely gigantic, real titaness in this size, girl as big as continent from your perspective. In this universe she never met hobbit Merry, who stay at home, so you are alone with her. You realized, you are shrunk down, to microscopic size, not bigger than speck of dust or mite from her perspective. And you are in the corner of her eye. She is unaware about your presence and existence. Her breath is as tornado, her steps are as earthquakes. Her melodic voice is as vast, deep, rumbling booming and feminine thunder somewhere in the sky far above you. You hear her heartbeats in her vast cleavage and roaring of deep rivers of her blood in her veins. Lady as big as continent or whole planet - she is for you now. What you will do now?