Eowyn:
The women of this country learned long ago, those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain.
Aragorn:
What do you fear, my lady?
Eowyn:
A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.
Aragorn:
You are a daughter of kings, a shield maiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate.
