“(…) And he looked at the slain, recalling their names. 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!».”
- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings.