Title: The Mansion
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
Outside it was dark. Beside her Faramir slept. Éowyn was restless and decided to walk the corridors of her mansion of memories.
A nursery of babies she thought, sung to sleep, might help. But, as if he had leapt forth from a secret passage, suddenly looming over her was the Witch King threatening to destroy all that was dear to her.
She drew herself up straight and looked him in the eyeless void.
“I beat you once and for all,” she said. “You do not scare me now, for I have lived the life you would have taken.”