A/N: Since I have received several requests from the readers of "In Honor of LOTR" to do acrostic poems from The Silmarillion, I have now posted "In Memory of the Silmarils" for you. Check it out and leave a review, if you're interested. This poem is for WUMCSkilletFan and InkWeaverabc. – SG
Éowyn
Eomund's daughter mourned a crumbling Mark
Overshadowed by Isengard's treachery dark.
Wishing her uncle to the peril would hark
Young and fair, wind blows golden hair
Now Aragorn's face love and sadness both spark.