The Real Cali Cali

“Éowyn! Éowyn!” cried Merry. Then tottering, struggling up, with her last strength she drove her sword between crown and mantle, as the great shoulders bowed before her. The sword broke sparkling into many shards. The crown rolled away with a clang. Éowyn fell forward upon her fallen foe. But lo! the mantle and hauberk were empty. Shapeless they lay now on the ground, torn and tumbled; and a cry went up into the shuddering air, and faded to a shrill wailing, passing with the wind, a voice bodiless and thin that died, and was swallowed up, and was never heard again in that age of this world.

And there stood Meriadoc the hobbit in the midst of the slain, blinking like an owl in the daylight, for tears blinded him; and through a mist he looked at Éowyn’s fair head, as she lay and did not move; and he looked on the face of the king, fallen in the midst of his glory.

I feel something… a slight tingling in my fingers. I think it’s affecting me.

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)

He is Legolas