Éowyn

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

— Leave me alone, you snake!
— Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness... in the bitter watches of the night... when all your life seems to shrink. The walls of your bower closing in about you. A hutch to trammel some wild thing in. So fair. So cold. Like a morning of pale spring... still clinging to winter's chill.

— Feast on his flesh.
— I will kill you if you touch him.
— Do not come between the Nazgul and his prey.
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— You fool. No man can kill me. Die noq.
— I am no man.

— The city has fallen silent. There is no warmth left in the sun. It grows so cold.
— It's just the damp of the first spring rain. I do not believe this darkness will endure.