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Immortal were the Elves, and their wisdom waxed from age to age, and no sickness nor pestilence brought death to them.
My son wanted to know what would happen if an Ent got the One Ring. Something violent, probably.
Then suddenly he beheld his sister Éowyn as she lay, and he knew her. He stood a moment as a man who is pierced in the midst of a cry by an arrow through the heart; and then his face went deathly white; and a cold fury rose in him, so that all speech failed him for a while. A fey mood took him. ‘Éowyn, Éowyn!’ he cried at last: ‘Éowyn, how come you here? What madness or devilry is this? Death, death, death! Death take us all!’
And she answered: ‘All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more. But I am of the House of Eorl and not a serving-woman. I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.’
‘What do you fear, lady?’ he asked.
‘A cage,’ she said. ‘To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.’
“I threw down my enemy, and he fell from the high place and broke the mountain-side where he smote it in his ruin.” - The White Rider, The Two Towers
“We come to it, at last. The great battle of our time.”
This showdown is currently on display at the RETURN OF THE GREAT SHOWDOWNS Exhibition at Gallery 1998 in Los Angeles.