I’m rereading The Two Towers and I just passed the part when Aragorn meets Eowyn. I don’t know if I should feel giddy at the way he notices her or just feel sad for her future heartbreak. Oh Eowyn, you pitiful fool.
Eowyn and Aragorn will always be my OTP.
A pretty sight, a lady with a book.
Being tender and open is beautiful. As a woman, I feel continually shhh’ed. Too sensitive. Too mushy. Too wishy washy. Blah blah. Don’t let someone steal your tenderness. Don’t allow the coldness and fear of others to tarnish your perfectly vulnerable beating heart. Nothing is more powerful than allowing yourself to truly be affected by things. Whether it’s a song, a stranger, a mountain, a rain drop, a tea kettle, an article, a sentence, a footstep… feel it all – look around you. All of this is for you. Take it and have gratitude. Give it and feel love.
You’re going to regret this. By “helping” me like this, I’m going to be so good that I will surpass you. Or worse, we’re both going to be so good that we’ll be unhealthy competitors. Either way, you’re going to lose me and I’m going to dislike you. I know myself too well. I know you too well. We could have settled this in a more compassionate and encouraging way, but you asked for it. If this is the sharpening you want, I’ll be so sharp that it’s going to hurt.
It was probably nothing but it felt like the world.