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Mothers of the Heroes 4/? Dís of Durin’s line

Mother of Fili and Kili

Land of bear and land of eagle
Land that gave us birth and blessing
Land that called us ever homewards
We will go home across the mountains

We will go home, we will go home
We will go home across the mountains
We will go home, we will go home
We will go home across the mountains

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Éowyn, Lady of the Golden Hall

'In whom do my people trust?'
'In the House of Eorl,' answered Háma.
'But Éomer I cannot spare, nor would he stay,' said the King, 'and he is the last of that House.'
'I said not Éomer,' answered Háma.  'And he is not the last.  There is Éowyn, daughter of Éomund, his sister.  She is fearless and high-hearted.  All love her.  Let her be as lord to the Eorlingas, while we are gone.'
'Let it be so,' said Théoden.  'Let the heralds announce to the folk that the Lady Éowyn will lead them!'
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Alone Éowyn stood before the doors of the house at the stair’s head; the sword was set upright before her, and her hands were laid upon the hilt.  She was clad now in mail and shone like silver in the sun.

- The Two Towers, Chapter 6, J. R. R. Tolkien
For the Legendarium Ladies April prompt (inspired by “Swedish Interiors” by Rhonda Elish - and despite the picture prompt, my background is still pretty shoddy, please pardon it)
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Éowyn, Lady of the Golden Hall

'In whom do my people trust?'

'In the House of Eorl,' answered Háma.

'But Éomer I cannot spare, nor would he stay,' said the King, 'and he is the last of that House.'

'I said not Éomer,' answered Háma.  'And he is not the last.  There is Éowyn, daughter of Éomund, his sister.  She is fearless and high-hearted.  All love her.  Let her be as lord to the Eorlingas, while we are gone.'

'Let it be so,' said Théoden.  'Let the heralds announce to the folk that the Lady Éowyn will lead them!'

Alone Éowyn stood before the doors of the house at the stair’s head; the sword was set upright before her, and her hands were laid upon the hilt.  She was clad now in mail and shone like silver in the sun.

- The Two Towers, Chapter 6, J. R. R. Tolkien

For the Legendarium Ladies April prompt (inspired by “Swedish Interiors” by Rhonda Elish - and despite the picture prompt, my background is still pretty shoddy, please pardon it)

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Lalaith - This is legendarium ladies april post.

“The beacon of Lalaith the happy child, with her capacity to lift the spirits of a beleaguered people in dark days, is remembered as a bittersweet moment in a harsh period, made more poignant by the fact that her father had predicted the brevity of her life and the darkness which would overtake her light.” Lalaith (Urwen) Silmarillion Writers Guild Character Biography by Oshun. (click for full biography)

[screen cap from The Other Boleyn Girl.]

The first two books are adventure stories, about getting people jazzed for revolution. But the third one changes genres and switches into misery porn. It’s about the consequences and the reality of that revolution.
You wanted a war, dear reader? Here is war, up close and personal. Here is the boredom and the fear and the being locked in a “safe” place with no control. Here is Prim dying pointlessly. Here is PTSD. Here is a brainwashed, weaponized version of your beautiful lover who went off to battle and came back a killer. Here are people, fatuous people but people who cared about you and who just happened to be on the wrong side at the wrong time, people who are beaten and kept in chains by your allies. Here are your friends and peers dying screaming in the stinking dark, literally torn to pieces and devoured alive. Here is the man you thought would be your confidante for life and maybe something more, the blood of your fucking family all over his hands. Here is beaten down exhaustion and despair and confusion. Here is everything you wanted, dear reader. Eat it up. Choke it down. Does any of it seem so necessary now?
And for all that price paid, what changes? The old man is dying anyway, he chokes to death on his own blood laughing at you. The old lady just brings the games back. Everything you fought for, perverted by power-hungry politicians. All that changed was the color of the boot and the neck it pressed down on.
Even after righting THAT final wrong, the only happy ending Katniss gets is that she can tell her kids why mommy wakes up screaming at night.
Yeah, the prose isn’t the best. But damn do I love where Collins took the series. It’s not an adventure series about justified vengeance. It’s about the consequences of violence, and the personal and social toll it takes on everybody. She fashioned an intense anti-war story and suckered the audience into it with her thrilling dystopia tales. What a great trick.

reddit user mr_chip saying it how it is
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He—the “mr” makes me assume it’s a he—got it.  That’s why I think this trilogy is so brilliant, and this guy got it, though I wouldn’t have in-your-face’d the review so bad.  Collins shows the aftermath of revolution so beautifully.

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