¡Es que no soy ningun hombre viviente! Lo que tus ojos ven es una mujer. Soy Éowyn hija de Eomund. Pretendes impedir que me acerque a mi señor y pariente. ¡Vete de aqui si no eres una criatura inmortal! Porque vivo o espectro oscuro, te traspasare con mi espada si lo tocas!

...Deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.

In western lands beneath the Sunthe flowers may rise in Spring,the trees may bud, the waters run,the merry finches sing.Or there maybe 'tis cloudless nightand swaying beeches bearthe Elven-stars as jewels whiteamid their branching hair. Though here at journey's end I liein darkness buried deep,beyond all towers strong and high,beyond all mountains steep,above all shadows rides the Sunand Stars for ever dwell:I will not say the Day is done,nor bid the Stars farewell.

It needs but one foe to breed a war, not two, Master Warden,' answered Éowyn. 'And those who have not swords can still die upon them.

But good luck to you - today and every day!

Yet seldom do they fail of their seed, And that will lie in the dust and rot to spring up again in times and places unlooked-for. The deeds of Men will outlast us.

He drew a deep breath. 'Well, I'm back,' he said.

I don't keep water in my pockets."-Frodo Baggins

Let him go, you filth! Let him go! You will not touch him again!