AN: So, I was thinking about how much I love both Nienor and Eowyn-they are two of my favorite characters, but then I realized that they have a lot in common. It was almost like Tolkien felt sorry for poor Nienor and decided to give her a happy ending in another book. I found that amazing, so I decided to write about it.

The lines about Nienor are in Italics. Quotes are from the Children of Hurin and the Return of the King (as is the end passage)-Galad Estel

She looks beyond the brink, her life spinning before her eyes, like the rapids.

She stands upon the city wall, facing the East, longing for death.

There is no comfort left for her, except oblivion, to fall into the dark.

Heart and arm are broken, but no sword has come to free her soul.

"By ill chance you were matched against a power too great for you, too great indeed for all that now dwell in Middle-earth."

"And those who will take a weapon to such an enemy must be sterner than steel, if the very shock shall not destroy them."

Why is she still living? Why has not the creature killed her? It is dead.

She watches the Black Gate. The man she loves has gone to meet death. She wishes he had taken her with him.

He was an exile, a fell warrior with a mighty sword. It was folly to love him.

But he would see her safe, pitying her, for she was cold and fair and sorrowful.

He gave her the name Niniel, maiden of tears. How well it suited her.

All her life, she has lived in fear and waiting, as the ones she loved left, died, or decayed.

She clung to the kin she had left. Preferring death to abandonment, she disguised herself as a man and followed. But in the end, it was futile.

Now they have all gone and left her. And she stands on the wall draped in the dark robes of Finduilas, who died before her time.

"Wait! Wait! Niniel!"—Wait? It is too late for that now, too late for love, too late for life.

"Eowyn, I would not have this world end now, or lose so soon what I have found."

She looks down into Cabed-en-Aras. The churning water echoes the turmoil of her heart.

"I stand upon some dreadful brink, and it is utterly dark in the abyss before my feet, but whether there is any light behind me I cannot tell, for I cannot turn yet. I wait for some stroke of doom."

"Water, water! Take me and bear me down to the Sea!"

"No," said Faramir, looking into her face. "It was but a picture in the mind."

She is falling. The waters charge below her, and she is breaking into them.

"Eowyn, Eowyn, White Lady of Rohan, in this hour I do not believe that any darkness will endure!" And he stooped and kissed her brow.

Screaming, wrecked upon the rocks. None found her broken body.

And so they stood on the walls of the City of Gondor, and a great wind rose and blew, and their hair, raven and golden, streamed out mingling in the air. And the Shadow departed, and the Sun was unveiled, and light leaped forth; and the waters of Anduin shone like silver, and in all the houses of the City men sang for the joy that welled up in their hearts from what source they could not tell.