Here's just a poem about Èowyn's story throughout Lord of the Rings. Reviews much appreciated!
The Journey of Èowyn
Too long she has waited there
For a spell of some sort to shed away her darkness
And peel back the stone walls of her life
And lease in a meagre gleam of light
Would not some being, be so kind?
And that was when she saw him;
A stately figure raised above her countrymen
High, kingly and handsomely so!
At last a beam of light was cast upon her imprisoned being
But little did she know, it was merely a reflection
Love is blind they say, alas Èowyn was consumed by it so!
Her cold and icy heart was dripping
Only with her admiration
For him
Or so she thought.
The shutters of her conscious congested once again
As she learnt that he had fallen …
And lo' she fell into despair
All hope she thought had been stolen from her grasp
She had never seen or felt such dark days
As the fate of her people hung limply in the balance
Then, the doors of Helms deep opened …
She cast her head up high and how her heart leaped with joy!
He had returned, all faith restored
Or so she thought
The cold, metal helmet was carefully placed upon
Her fair and flaxen head
Each breath she uttered was ragged and sharp
And tears streaked her pale yet warm cheeks
Her heart had been cloven with the force of an Urak Hai's scimitar
He had rejected her
Offering only his p – pi – pity
And un-under-understanding
And lo'
Driven by her unrequited love
She willingly rode to her doom
And proud and honourable one it will be!
She thought
The fell beast loomed before her
Arching its lethal and beastly wings
In a leering and predatory motion
And it emitted its terrible, piercing cry!
Still Èowyn's feet remained planted firmly into the ground
Firm and strong as the roots of a tree
The Witch King raised its mace
And lo' Èowyn dodged its deathly blow
Shattering only her arm but not her heart!
For it was burning stronger than ever!
All fear replaced by sheer, gritty determination!
She arose triumphant
And cast down her enemy before her feet
Plunging her sword into the abyss of darkness
But the Black Breath stroked her
And she fell
Cascading into nothingness …
Many days and nights were spent
Wandering the sparse halls of the Houses of Healing
Physically she was cured
Alas her mind remained tortured with her prolonging sadness
And then he moved up to her
Spoke to her
Learned about her
And he loved her
Gentle Faramir placed his hand upon her shoulder
And they both looked east
Èowyn's heart was beginning to sew up the cuts of despair
And the bruises of hurt were ebbing away
An empty, desolate space that had been caved away by sadness
Was brimmed now with her love for him
Faramir
Her Faramir
And thus he kissed her passionately upon the high walls of the gardens
And what a splendid sight they were!
For Èowyn had found her peace
And no longer would she have to wait
For it to come.