"Her eyes grey as the sea, were hard and fell and yet tears were
on her checks. A sword was in her hand and she raised her
shield against the horror of her enemies eyes"

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Lament For Théodred

see also Éowyn's Dirge

An evil death has set forth the noble warrior
A song shall sing sorrowing minstrels
in Meduseld that he is no more,
to his lord dearest and kinsmen most beloved
'An evil death...'