Author's Notes: Another shipper poem. I know they're all about the same
basic idea, but I think they are different in themselves: in the form and
flowing shape of each line, as well as the image portrayed. Hope you like
it.

Estel's Story

Would you leave before your time
Before the winter in its prime
Please don't leave me all alone
To force myself through coming snow
Rain and sleet are soon to come
Hands and feet are cold or numb
But ever yours are cold and still
Tomb of stone on grassy hill

Ever here in golden glory
Ever told is Estel's story
But what of those left to linger
What of ruby on your finger
Dunedain are meant to last
Our time together gone too fast

Ships to travel cross the sea
Wait no more for widow me
I will wait, my time to come
To join you under noonday sun