Golden Shadow
She watches out over the city,
Out from the hall on hill high.
Watching Rohirim on the sea of grass,
Riding under ominous sky.
…
Once more her people all muster to war,
And again she must stay behind.
Wait for their return, and when they do,
Food and bedding she must for them find.
…
On one of them her gaze does linger,
One from the North she will miss.
Briefly she saw him, no words exchanged,
No formalities nor a hand kissed.
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Perhaps she shall see him again,
If he returns from this war.
But at this point in time, she can only but wait,
In the shadow of the gold of her hall.