CHARACTERS: Éowyn and anyone!
LOCATION: Anywhere you would like, all over the ship
WARNINGS: None, I think
SUMMARY: Éowyn decides to do a little exploring around the ship, maybe meet more people, etc.
NOTES: Feel free to strike conversation with her or set something up and I can have her approach your character instead! I can work with both brackets and prose, so go with whatever makes you most comfortable.


[There was nothing warm about this place; Éowyn was all too familiar with that feeling. Yet it was a different kind of detachment than the cold that reigned over the lands of Middle Earth. That lingering shadow, spread like a disease far and wide to kingdoms distant, seeped into the skin and settled uncomfortably within one's heart. This place would not instill so much horror, such fear, she should think, yet it did not feel welcoming, despite being peaceful so far, no threats that she could see.

She stepped through hallways and areas unaware of where she was headed, but having no set course she simply roamed, curious she was about the different areas within the ship. She kept her sword fastened to her belt always, and she carried the device given to her upon her arrival, but she did not use it. She did not know it had a purpose, even, but as she watched others around her make use of it she could only guess it must, and more than once she found herself holding the slim black object in an attempt to understand what it was.

But from all the places she saw, it was in the gardens that she found most peace, and felt the safest. Everywhere else was still too foreign, too cold, many a noise surprising her when she least expected to hear them. It was daunting enough to think they sailed a ship entirely made of metal amongst the stars, and as poetic and idyllic as that may sound when told in tales and legends, in songs of gods and people long past, the reality, or in the very least this reality, was all too different. She should like no more than to have her feet upon ground, back in Arda, even if she would find herself back at the Pelennor Fields, facing the Witch-King. Especially then. That moment still hung over her head in endless uncertainty, as if she stood, even now, at the edge of a knife.]