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I’m packing for a move and found two more jump drives, and my lost Fourth Age fic was on one of them!! Here’s a bit:

Had rumours reached Gondor of Queen Lothíriel riding to war in Rohan, her people would have been horrified, but it was quite another thing for the Wraithslayer. It was, in truth, a comfort for many of them, the knowledge that she who had triumphed over so terrible an enemy before the very walls of Minas Tirith, now dwelt in that long-vulnerable march between the City and Mordor.

If she were both lady and captain in Ithilien, she was more in Minas Anor, a prophesied hero whose glory could only be compared with the fallen Boromir, the King, the greats of old. So other names came to her ears, familiar now that she knew all the favourite tales of Gondor: Beren, Túrin, Haleth.

Éowyn, not one to tire of glory, smiled at this. She liked Minas Anor, and she liked Túrin and Haleth especially—Túrin, who accursed though he was, slew the great worm; Haleth, who carved her path to freedom and something like peace.