My friend, you had horses, and deed of arms, and the free fields; but she, being born in the body of a maid, had a spirit and courage at least the match of yours. Yet she was doomed to wait upon an old man, whom she loved as a father, and watch him falling into a mean dishonoured dotage; and her part seemed to her more ignoble than that of the staff he leaned on. -Gandalf to Eomer, of Eowyn
J. R. R. TolkienI threw down my enemy, and he fell from the high place and broke the mountain-side where he smote it in his ruin.
J. R. R. Tolkien