Page 156 of my paperback copy of Return of the King, at the bottom of the page. Aragorn, Gandalf, and Eomer are hanging out in the Houses of Healing, and Aragorn says this of Eowyn:
For she is a fair maiden, fairest lady in a house of queens. And yet I know not how I should speak of her. When I first looked on her and perceived her unhappiness, it seemed to me that I saw a white flower standing straight and proud, shapely as a lily, and yet knew that it was hard, as if wrought by elf-wrights out of steel. Or was it, maybe, a frost that had turned its sap to ice, and so it stood, bitter-sweet, still fair to see, but stricken, soon to fall and die?
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