A/N: I was inspired and decided to write a drabble from Grima's point of
view on his raison d'etre ... Eowyn the White Lady of Rohan. Read and
Review please! Enjoy!
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Cold, cold, cold ...
I even loved that about her. Everything about her told a tale of beauty and sadness. A tale I desperately wanted, nay, needed to read in full. Her long flowing hair was golden sunshine. Her eyes were the stars. Her fair skin was light and beautiful as the Simbelmynë. These were the few shafts of light that managed to permeate the darkness around me.
Cold, cold, cold ...
I was cold without her. Without her there was no reason to live, no reason to greet each day and no reason to celebrate the coming years. I needed her. Cold and bleak my world was, but for her. She may have been a Shield Maiden of Rohan and as cold as a pale morning in spring clinging to winter's chill, but our souls are one. We are linked and bound. My whole life is a sorrow and woeful tale, and she too knew of darkness if only in her dreams.
Cold, cold, cold ...
I sold my soul for her ...
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Cold, cold, cold ...
I even loved that about her. Everything about her told a tale of beauty and sadness. A tale I desperately wanted, nay, needed to read in full. Her long flowing hair was golden sunshine. Her eyes were the stars. Her fair skin was light and beautiful as the Simbelmynë. These were the few shafts of light that managed to permeate the darkness around me.
Cold, cold, cold ...
I was cold without her. Without her there was no reason to live, no reason to greet each day and no reason to celebrate the coming years. I needed her. Cold and bleak my world was, but for her. She may have been a Shield Maiden of Rohan and as cold as a pale morning in spring clinging to winter's chill, but our souls are one. We are linked and bound. My whole life is a sorrow and woeful tale, and she too knew of darkness if only in her dreams.
Cold, cold, cold ...
I sold my soul for her ...