
Eowyn: The city has fallen silent. There is no warmth left in the sun.
Faramir: It is only the damp of the first spring rain… I do not believe this darkness will endure.
Aragorn: You have some skill with a blade.
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.