This is a poem I wrote about how Fergus proposed to Elinor. It's also dedicated to my great-grandmother who died seven years ago this week (now isn't that a cheery fact to kick this off?) and I realised the picture of her when she was young made me think of Elinor even though she doesn't really look like her. She was also from Scotland so I wanted to publish this in her honor. Now enough of me moping about my great-grandma, on with the poem.

Disclaimer - I don't own Brave or any of its characters and the only things you'd get if you took me to court are a judo gi and an old teddy bear with patched ears.


With meat and bread

The table was laden

But I could think of nothing

But the dark-haired maiden

Skin like moonlight

Eyes so dark

Within those brown depths

There hid a spark

From Scotland she hailed

From Scotland do I

I would fight any fight

For her as my bride

So know as I kneel

I hope to wait no more

Will you marry me

My dearest Elinor?