Éowyn... why have you come?
Do you not know?
It is but a shadow and a thought that you love. I cannot give you what you seek. I have wished you joy since first I saw you.
Éowyn... why have you come?
Do you not know?
It is but a shadow and a thought that you love. I cannot give you what you seek. I have wished you joy since first I saw you.
Feast on his flesh.
I will kill you if you touch him!
Do not come between the Nazgûl and his prey.
You fool. No man can kill me. [He grabs her by the throat] Die now!
I am no man!
[She stabs the Witch-King in the face, and he reels back and shrivels into nothing]
The city has fallen silent. There is no warmth left in the sun. It grows so cold.
It's just the damp of the first spring rain. I do not believe this darkness will endure.
You should not encourage him.
You should not doubt him.
I do not doubt his heart. Only the reach of his arm.
Why should Merry be left behind? He has much cause to go to war as you do. Why can he not fight for those he loves?
You know as little of war as that Hobbit. When the fear takes him, and the blood, and the screams, and the horrors of battle take hold, do you think he would stand and fight? He would flee. And it would be right to do so. War is the province of Men, Éowyn.
I know your face. Éowyn, my eyes darken.
No, no. I'm going to save you.
You already did. Éowyn, my body is broken. You have to let me go. I go to my fathers, in whose mighty company, I shall now not be ashamed. Éowyn. [dies]