Her hand tightens on his, and she brings it to her lips, kisses it and then rests her forehead against his knuckles. "If we know such times again," she says at last, shaking her head a little, "if there is yet hope, then let me remember that. For I feel less myself than ever I have, and I fear I know not who Éowyn may be, now."
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Date: 2018-08-18 08:48 pm (UTC)