Eowyn whirls around to try and go back the way she came, but stops short, seeing at once that she need not open the strange door to know that Meduseld did not lie behind it. Until someone can tell her what is going on, she will be found striding purposefully across the patio, the lawn, down the paths, trying to find a way back to home. If she is confused, her cold, set face does not show it, and though she is panicked, it is laced with an edge of exhilaration she cannot fight off. As sudden and inexplicable and bizarre as this is, it is something. Something has happened in her life.
typist: Eowyn! From Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien. Taken from earlyish in The Two Towers, before Helm's Deep. Here to perform her traditional duty of attempting to boost the male-female ratio. >_>