[Verse 1: Éowyn] The hall felt different. Windows open. Dust in the sunlight finally broken. Voices returned. Laughter returned. Old men remembering lessons they'd learned. My uncle stood taller. My brother smiled. Folks spoke of hope for the first time in a while. And standing among them— Quiet and worn— Was a ranger with eyes like the edge of a storm. Not loud. Not proud. Never needing the room. The kind of man carrying both spring and doom. And something about him felt strangely known. Like seeing a face I'd forgotten at home. [Hook] Some people arrive Like they've always been there. Like a song you remember Before you know where. [Verse 2: Éowyn] The way he listened reminded me of Éomer. Same steady patience. Same weight on the shoulder. Same look in the eye When the future turns black. The sort of men who keep walking And never look back. But there was something deeper. Something hidden away. A shadow behind every word he would say. Rumors moved faster than riders can ride. Whispers of bloodlines he tried to hide. A broken crown. A forgotten name. A king without a kingdom avoiding his fame. I watched the old warriors gather around. And somehow they listened whenever he spoke. [Verse 3: Éowyn] Saruman's armies. Ten thousand strong. Every answer felt right and every answer felt wrong. Fight at the river? Die in the fields? Stand behind walls and see what survives? The men spoke of numbers. The men spoke of war. The men spoke of things they were willing to die for. And when Aragorn answered Even Théoden heard. Not because he was loud. Because he measured his words. [Hook] Some people arrive Like they've always been there. Like a road through the darkness Appearing somewhere. [Verse 4: Éowyn] The journey to Helm's Deep started at dusk. Hooves in the mud. Armor gathering rust. Children in wagons. Mothers afraid. An entire kingdom packed into a line on the plain. Sometimes he'd ride near. Sometimes we'd speak. Nothing important. Nothing deep. Yet every small kindness stayed with me longer. Every simple word somehow made me stronger. Then one night beneath a cold stretch of sky I finally asked what lived behind his eyes. [Verse 5: Éowyn] He spoke of a woman. Not much. Just enough. The way people speak when the feeling is love. Not the bright kind. Not the reckless flame. The sort that survives distance, sorrow, and pain. Gone from these shores. Far over the sea. And every word told me she wasn't me. I should've felt foolish. Instead I felt still. There was something beautiful in loving someone that well. And for a moment The sadness connected us both. Two lonely hearts standing outside what they want most. [Bridge] Night wind. Horse breath. Stars above. Too much war. Too little love. [Verse 6: Éowyn] By dawn the hills rose dark ahead. Helm's Deep waiting. The road narrowed. The scouts grew nervous. The horses stirred. Something ugly moving beyond the world we'd heard. Then came the howl. Then another. Then ten. Riders shouting warnings over the wind. Steel from the scabbard. Chaos unfolding. Black shapes charging through the morning. [Outro] Wargs. Teeth. Dust. Blood. Horses screaming. Men shoved into mud. I saw him fighting. Then swallowed from sight. A wave of fur and iron in the middle of the fight. One moment there. The next— Gone. Over the edge. Into the storm.
