Monday, September 6, 2010

A cage, to stay behind bars until use and old age accept them

'For she was pitted against a foe beyond the strength of her mind or body. And those who will take a weapon to such an enemy must be sterner than steel, if the very shock shall not destroy them. It was an evil doom that set her in this path. For she is a fair maiden, fairest lady of a house of queens. And yet I know not how I should speak of her. When I first looked on her and perceived her unhappiness, it seemed to me that I saw a white flower standing straight and proud, shapely as a lily, and yet knew that it was hard, as if wrought by elf-wrights out of steel. Or was it, maybe, a frost that had turned its sap to ice, and so it stood, bitter-sweet, still fair to see, but stricken, soon to fall and die? Her malady begins far back before this day, does it not, Eomer?'
'I marvel that you should ask me, lord,' he answered. 'For I hold you blameless in this matter, as in all else; yet I know not that Eowyn was touched by any frost, until she first looked on you. Care and dread she had, and shared with me, in the days of Wormtongue and the king's bewitchment; and she tended the king in growing fear. But that did not bring her to this pass!'
'My friend,' said Gandalf, 'you had horses, and deeds of arms, and the free fields; but she, born in the body of a maid, had a spirit and courage at least the match of yours. Yet she was doomed to wait upon an old man, whom she loved as a father, and watch him falling into a mean dishonoured dotage; and her part seemed to her more ignoble than that of the staff he leaned on.'
'But who knows what she spoke to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all her life seemed shrinking, and the walls of her bower closing in about her, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in?'
Then Eomer was silent, and looked on his sister, as if pondering anew all the days of their past life together.

Lord of the Rings: Return of the King [Chapter 8: The houses of healing]

Music: Rustle of leaves
Mood: Wistful


  1. Um... Ace! I did not realise you were a blogger account! I will follow you in the am.

    What a beautiful select quotation from the lord of the rings. It's such a masterful set of books and it's really wonderful to be reminded of the great pathos and melodrama that suffuses the text. J. R. R. is unashamedly brilliant throughout.

  2. Indeed he is. LOTR just continually hits all the right notes. I'm itching to read them again but must first get through uni work.

    I'm stunned you didn't realise I was on blogger, it's my natural habitat considering how much I ramble!