Oh, and how cynical and
scornful I get when I see all those pictures of the white lady of
Rohan on the internet. How they all adore her! How they all lie to
her feet! How they all try to imitate her!
Do they also imitate her
fear? Do they also imitate her broken heart? Her misery about her
uncle? I doubt it.
They just see her as proud
and strong; as the woman who slew the witchking of Angmar. The woman
who was cold and strong like steel, who was compared to a lily, to
the morning of spring still clinging to winter's chill...
Steel breaks. Not today,
not tomorrow, but it breaks.
Oh, don't think that I
wouldn't love her. I do. I do, I adore her with all my heart, but
still... she is not as strong as she would like to be. She is still a
human being and has feelings that will betray her when the darkness
comes. When she lays alone in her room, listening to the silence of
the night. Suffocating from her own breath.
Of course, I do not know
that for certain. I just know that she is human, as we all are. We
all have our own private secrets and weaknesses that we don't share
with others.
Oh well, and I think
there's too much Gríma inside me...
