Éowyn
the Shieldmaiden
She stood in front of her great home:
Meduseld the fair;
Upon the battlement all alone
Drowning in despair.
'Wherefore dost thou leave me behind
When leavest thou for war?'
'Tis the position thou wert assigned'
Quoth Théoden Lord.
So once more did Éowyn stay
In her lonely hall,
But still did she await the day
When arms to her would call.
Her waiting wouldn't be for naught,
As soon she had the chance
To earn the honour that she sought;
Beating circumstance.