You are a young woman, a rare breed of something between an elf and human. You live longer than most, and right now you have reached the dazzling age of 74 and still look like a young adult. On top of that, you are beautiful, even beneath the grime and dirt of traveling with the fellowship.

Fortunately for you, it seems the princes of Rohan and Gondor have taken a fancy to you. Eomer being younger and more daring with his affections, asks you to dance. While aragorn, older, wiser, and still healing from Arwen, while also trying to gently reject Eowyn, is trying to come to terms with his possible affections for you. He's quite with his declarations, but if someone hurt you, and you asked him, he would fight that bastard till he dropped dead on the stones.