Aragorn: You have some skill with a blade.
Éowyn: Women of this country learned long ago that those without swords may still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain.
Aragorn: What do you fear, my lady?
Éowyn: A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them, and all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.
Aragorn: You are a daughter of Kings. A Shieldmaiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate.