By William Diehl<\/em><\/p>\n Now, hear the Lay of Eowyn, In Meduseld, King Theoden A lovely maiden of golden hair It happened many years ago Across the fields of Rohan Though Theoden was wizened, Upon the west the invaders crept, To Theoden, King of Rohan, this news But from the North came a mighty sword, This proud man\u2019s name was Aragorn, He approached the lofty dais A finer warrior she had never seen, And he beheld a shield-maiden – Then Theoden and Aragorn rode Across the grass of Rohan came For many days she waited until He announced that in the morning he She begged to come with Aragorn Soon Theoden, the King, returned; A muster of the countrymen A night passed in unhappiness, But Eowyn was resolute, With the Eored of the King she rode At last the mighty Rohirrim Through countless ranks of enemy The Rohirrim had changed the tide But suddenly there was horror Alas, the King of Darkness on a Poor Theoden\u2019s days were over as he But Eowyn had observed the King The evil wraith approached the King Defying the dark she leaped from her horse, \u201cCome not between the Nazgul and his \u201cDost thou not know the prophecy, \u201cThou dost not look upon a man \u201cBe gone, foul dwimmerlaik,\u201d she said, So firm a challenge her had not had He, with a screech, the mace let fall, A Halfling, holbytla, had travelled As the Nazgul stood above Eowyn, The Ringwraith stumbled backward, now Her sword she raised above his head, The sword splintered and fragmented, She was borne with honor from the But ho! The mighty Aragorn to his \u201cThe hands of a King are healing hands,\u201d He saved the valiant Eowyn As Eowyn recovered, she She met a young man, Faramir, For Faramir this shield-maiden Her heart on another man was set, But now the tidings darkened, The two proud warriors fell in love As all the western lands rejoiced with The two were joined in happiness The two dwelled in Ithilien, Oh, here is come the end of the ~~*~~<\/p>\n By: Olivia B<\/em><\/p>\n Legolas: Gimli: Boromir: Aragorn: Gandalf: Frodo: Sam: Pippin: Merry: ~~*~~<\/p>\n By Elessar\u2019s Queen<\/em><\/p>\n We met at dusk in Imladris wood; In L\u00f3rien of singing gold Estel went far a-journeying I chose to bear the Doom of Men My mortal love, I grieve for you O Elbereth Gilthoniel, ~~*~~<\/p>\n By Lindariel<\/em><\/p>\n The fairest world ever seen Trees and grass and hills full fair Dwarves a-delving in the deep, The Hobbits in their sandy holes But Middle-earth remains fair – The Elves sing and dance by streams; The Men, they dream of fame and pow’r, The Dwarves’ dreams are of rocks and jewels, The happy Hobbits have no cares The D\u00fanedain, the dour Men The People of the Mighty Sea The Eagles of the heights see far, The stars in the bright-studded sky The Sea rushes and foams The secret Elves live in high trees ~~*~~<\/p>\n By Kangi Ska<\/em><\/p>\n I stand within the space of a breath ~~*~~<\/p>\n By Claire G<\/em><\/p>\n I want to go back to the days I want to go back to the days I want to go back to the days But long over are those days; It’s the reality we face ~~*~~<\/p>\n By BlackFox<\/em><\/p>\n Moonlight Pearls of silver And silence sang Forever shall I remember ~~*~~<\/p>\n By Rebecca M.<\/em><\/p>\n His name meant wise by experience His name meant wise by experience His name meant wise by experience His name meant wise by experience His name meant wise by experience His name meant wise by experience ~~*~~<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Lay of Eowyn By William Diehl Now, hear the Lay of Eowyn, A shield-maiden of yore, Who…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":82,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-92566","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/P1tLoH-o50","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/92566","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/82"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=92566"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/92566\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":103156,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/92566\/revisions\/103156"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=92566"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nA shield-maiden of yore,
\nWho lived her life in fealty
\nAnd loyalty, and war.<\/p>\n
\nHad no daughter of his own,
\nSo he bade his sister\u2019s child live
\nWith him in his great home.<\/p>\n
\nKnown all across the Mark,
\nBut a shield-maiden must prove herself
\nAt the coming of the Dark.<\/p>\n
\nBefore our age had come.
\nEvil fell upon the Rohirrim
\nAnd no more songs were sung.<\/p>\n
\nAnd the grasses of the Wold,
\nInvaders from a far-off land
\nRode fearlessly and bold.<\/p>\n
\nHe bore a majesty of old.
\nHe sent the mighty Eorlingas
\nTo East and Western Folds.<\/p>\n
\nThe orcs of an evil lord,
\nWhere Theodred, son of Theoden
\nMet doom by a goblin-sword.<\/p>\n
\nDealt a mighty blow.
\nBy evil counsel Theoden was
\nConvinced that he was old.<\/p>\n
\nThe blade of Anduril.
\nThe lost king of the western lands
\nHad come in times of ill.<\/p>\n
\nSon of Arathorn by birth.
\nHis grand arrival in Meduseld
\nBrought happiness and mirth.<\/p>\n
\nWhere Theoden was set,
\nAnd suddenly he saw Eowyn
\nWho smiled when they met.<\/p>\n
\nThis man of jet-black hair,
\nHis face was proud of bearing
\nThough his hands showed signs of wear.<\/p>\n
\nSo lovely yet so stern,
\nA woman of strength and beauty
\nFor which any man would yearn.<\/p>\n
\nTo battle in the West,
\nLeaving Eowyn to think of them and
\nManage Meduseld her best.<\/p>\n
\nTidings of victory!
\nNow, the mighty warrior Aragorn
\nWould come for her to see.<\/p>\n
\nFinally, he returned.
\nShe was overjoyed to see him
\nBut shocked with what she learned.<\/p>\n
\nWould go upon his way,
\nLeaving lonely, anguished Eowyn
\nIn Meduseld to stay.<\/p>\n
\nAs he rode away to war.
\nBut Aragorn would have her not
\nAnd rode out from the door.<\/p>\n
\nA battle he had won.
\nBut preparations were underway,
\nFor war had just begun!<\/p>\n
\nPrepared to travel east,
\nBut Eowyn was to be left behind
\nTo guard their hall of feast.<\/p>\n
\nNo comfort from the moon.
\nIndeed no morning ever came,
\nOnly the Dark of Doom.<\/p>\n
\nShe the King did not obey.
\nWith mail corslet and silver sword
\nAmong the men she made her way.<\/p>\n
\nThrough many perilous days,
\nYet though she knew the danger
\nShe would still not turn away.<\/p>\n
\nCame to the battle-ground.
\nAnd Theoden of the Riddermark
\nLed a charge of great renown.<\/p>\n
\nHis proud horse, Snowmane, flew.
\nTheir banner he hewed to the ground,
\nTheir leader Theoden slew.<\/p>\n
\nOf battle on that day.
\nThe fearful Darkness on the land
\nBegan to go away.<\/p>\n
\nAs men looked toward the sky.
\nFor they heard a screech of terror
\nAnd saw a shadow flying high.<\/p>\n
\nFell-winged steed had come,
\nSo Snowmane reared with terror
\nDumping Theoden to the ground.<\/p>\n
\nWas pinned beneath his steed,
\nWith the ever-nearing evil wraith
\nContemplating wicked deeds.<\/p>\n
\nAs doom upon him fell,
\nAnd the shield-maiden began the deed of which
\nMany tales would tell.<\/p>\n
\nTo desecrate the dead.
\nAlthough the men were paralyzed
\nThis maiden felt no dread.<\/p>\n
\nRunning to her liege\u2019s side.
\nThe fierceness of the shield-maiden
\nMade men\u2019s eyes open wide.<\/p>\n
\nPrey,\u201d the Ringwraith said,
\n\u201cOr he shall take thee to his land
\nWhere thou wouldst wish for death.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nNo man may hinder me!\u201d
\nThese evil words of terror made
\nMen loath to watch and see.<\/p>\n
\nBut a woman of the Mark!\u201d
\nAnd as she threw her helmet down
\nHer hair lit up the dark.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cYou stand before my kin,
\nFor living or evil dark undead I
\nWill smite thee if I can.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nIn this age of the land.
\nHe charged the shield-maiden, a
\nGreat mace in his hand.<\/p>\n
\nIt broke her shield arm.
\nBut suddenly with a cry of pain
\nHe wheeled in alarm.<\/p>\n
\nFrom a far-off land to war,
\nAnd seeing the peril of Eowyn
\nHad come to lend his sword.<\/p>\n
\nHis mace raised in the air,
\nThe Halfling\u2019s sword thrust in his leg
\nAnd a howl went through the air.<\/p>\n
\nHelplessly in pain,
\nFor now the labors of Eowyn had
\nNot all been in vain.<\/p>\n
\nThough none could see his flesh,
\nAnd driving her sword into his face
\nThere came the howl of death.<\/p>\n
\nEowyn fell to the ground.
\nThe black breath was upon her
\nAnd she lay without a sound.<\/p>\n
\nField to the Tower of the Guard,
\nWhere rested she among the slain
\nOf countless soldiers hard.<\/p>\n
\nKingdom had returned.
\nHe won the battle on the field whence
\nOf Eowyn he heard.<\/p>\n
\nSaid Ioreth the Old,
\nAnd Aragorn, the long lost King,
\nKnew healing arts of old.<\/p>\n
\nAnd left her to grow strong.
\nFor he had still a war to fight
\nAnd soon he hurried on.<\/p>\n
\nLonged for battle still;
\nA shield-maiden must prove herself
\nIn times of dark and ill.<\/p>\n
\nThe ruler of the Tower.
\nFor he too had been nearly killed
\nIn Gondor\u2019s darkest hour.<\/p>\n
\nWas a pleasant sight indeed,
\nAnd soon he fell in love with her
\nThough him she did not see.<\/p>\n
\nThat ranger of the North.
\nShe longed for news of battle
\nAs the messengers rode forth.<\/p>\n
\nTurning new hope to despair.
\nAnd Faramir and Eowyn
\nTogether began to fare.<\/p>\n
\nUpon the Tower of the Sun.
\nAnd suddenly the tidings came that
\nThe final war was won!<\/p>\n
\nHard-earned victory,
\nThe shield-maiden made it known that
\nFaramir\u2019s wife she\u2019d be.<\/p>\n
\nAs all the world rejoiced,
\nWhile all the blessings of Gondor and
\nThe Rohirrim were voiced.<\/p>\n
\nLand of eternal spring.
\nThe two lived ever in happiness
\nWhere birds and minstrels sing.<\/p>\n
\nLay of Eowyn-
\nThe shield-maiden of the Mark; the
\nPrincess of Ithilien.<\/p>\nThe Fellowship<\/h4>\n
\nI shall came back in spring
\nwhen gold leaves fall from trees.
\nI shall come sit by the river
\nand dream of the seas.<\/p>\n
\nI will come back to the mountain,
\nand look upon brethren who died.
\nThen I will dig down in the dark
\nfor the true silver metal hide.<\/p>\n
\nI will never come back home,
\nbut my soul shall go to the hall
\nof my father\u2019s kindred history,
\nnow hear my horn\u2019s last call.<\/p>\n
\nI must win my crown back by right,
\nand correct my ancestor\u2019s bane.
\nI have used the sword that was broken,
\nto start the dominion of man\u2019s reign.<\/p>\n
\nI will go back now across the seas,
\nfor my work to bring peace here is done.
\nI have used magic, wisdom, and fireworks
\nso the hobbits can keep having fun.<\/p>\n
\nI shall come back in summertime,
\nto my hole \u2018neath the hill with round door.
\nI have saved my lovely Shire land,
\nbut my calling is to a distant seashore.<\/p>\n
\nI came back to the lover I left,
\nto my garden and hedge\u2019s home.
\nI have been the most faithful companion,
\nbut my heart wants a hole to roam.<\/p>\n
\nI came back from battles with plenty,
\nand served as a white tree guard man.
\nI left my home as a fool, but lo
\nI returned a great soldier of the land.<\/p>\n
\nI shall come back a new, wiser hobbit,
\nfor I saw war but pain did not stop me.
\nI fought with horse lords in a great battle,
\nand saw sights I never thought I\u2019d see.<\/p>\nArwen\u2019s Song<\/h4>\n
\nHe called, \u201cTin\u00faviel!\u201d
\nAs Beren called in years long past,
\nFar west of Rivendell.<\/p>\n
\nWe met at length once more;
\nI plighted troth to Arathorn\u2019s son
\nOn Amroth\u2019s hill of lore.
\nI turned away from Elven-home
\nAnd gave to him my love;
\nImmortal life I rejected then
\nAnd naught could my heart move.<\/p>\n
\nTill war inevitable came.
\nThrough Eru\u2019s grace Ring passed away,
\nThe Shadow fell in shame.
\nIn City of Kings our hands were joined
\nAt midsummer of year;
\nAnd though he\u2019d kingdom, wealth, and power,
\n\u2018Twas me he held most dear.
\nBut at long last his years were spent;
\nHe lay in Silent Street
\nAs still and cold as hardest stone.
\nOur son took Estel\u2019s seat.<\/p>\n
\nThat day so long ago;
\nI now must bear the Doom of Men,
\nWould I or would I no.
\nI\u2019ll not be conquered at last test \u2013
\nI who renounced the Foe.
\nThere\u2019s life past death, His gift to Men,
\nRelief from bitter load.<\/p>\n
\nBeneath these fading trees
\nOf what was once fair L\u00f3rien,
\nForsaken for the seas.
\nI too now lay me down to sleep
\nUpon this hill of ours,
\nTo lie, perchance, forevermore
\nIn nature\u2019s golden bower.<\/p>\n
\nYour daughter Arwen sleeps.
\nO Eru, take me to Your land
\nBeyond the Sundered Seas.<\/p>\nMiddle-earth<\/h4>\n
\nwashed by springs of water clean,
\nOverflowing with fountains of mirth,
\nthe world: Middle-earth.<\/p>\n
\nand Elves, with shining golden hair.
\nMen in their tall mighty halls
\nand the Eagles, with their piercing calls.<\/p>\n
\nheights and hills that leap
\nTheir sunny peaks from end to end;
\ntheir tops, the fluffy white clouds mend.<\/p>\n
\nliving somewhat like the moles;
\nFood and pantries and other things,
\ncaring not for rich bright rings.<\/p>\n
\nfairer than the brightest star;
\nUnworn by greatest thought and care,
\nand all sorrows flee upon the air.<\/p>\n
\ntheir sleep is blest with fairest dreams
\nOf Valinor, that Elven-Home,
\nand crashing waves with silvery foam.<\/p>\n
\nnot of grass and golden flow’r.
\nHelpless in ther misery,
\nin their silver livery.<\/p>\n
\nuncovering great sights and pools.
\nThinking thoughts of lust and lore
\nand never dancing on the moor.<\/p>\n
\nof evil cruelty and lairs;
\nThey live a life of perfect ease
\nrevelling in the grass and trees.<\/p>\n
\npatrol the Shire, and many a den.
\nSilent and watchful in the dark of night,
\nthey’re seldom seen but at twilight.<\/p>\n
\nin the seawashed weathered lee;
\nLiving in that tall stone tower,
\ncommanding Dol Amroth with great power.<\/p>\n
\nand nothing can their eyesight mar.
\nFree like creatures of the air
\nuntouched by thought, word and care.<\/p>\n
\nlook down on all the world’s sights.
\nThe whole earth from end to end they see
\nfrom stream to rushing Sea.<\/p>\n
\nand the golden sand it ever combs
\nWith gentle, peaceful waves, dark blue
\nwhile tiny shells the high tide saves.<\/p>\n
\nrevelling in the shade of trees.
\nPassing silently, unnoticed by many,
\nWand’ring o’er the untouched fen.<\/p>\nThe Hands of the Air<\/h4>\n
\nAlone\u2014Outside of time
\nUnborn\u2014Undead
\nAnd the shapes of the clouds
\nIn the hands of the air
\nAre turned to beasts from dreams
\nWe never share.<\/p>\n“I Want To Go Back To The Days”<\/h4>\n
\nWhen all was wild and free;
\nAnd all of us could laugh and dance
\nThe springle-ring under the trees.<\/p>\n
\nWhen darkness did not reign;
\nWhen hope and happiness endured,
\nAnd love would conquer pain.<\/p>\n
\nWhen the lands were lush and green;
\nAnd flowers bloomed on hillsides,
\nAnd sunshine was our queen.<\/p>\n
\nClaimed they have been by the past;
\nNow a dream cloaked in darkness
\nWhere hope can barely last.<\/p>\n
\nIt’s the toll that our lives pay;
\nAnd now, when they’re all over,
\nI want to go back to the days.<\/p>\nThe Final Rest<\/h4>\n
\nPale and white
\nHills wrapped in shadows
\nStars still ‘n’ bright<\/p>\n
\nShrouds of mist
\nNight’s hand wrote down
\nIn its wonders list<\/p>\n
\nMy lullaby
\nAs the winter’s hang
\nGrew ever tight’<\/p>\n
\nThat frozen hour
\nWhen my dreams had yet to turn sour
\nThe ease of heart
\nThe final rest
\nBefore my will was put to test<\/p>\nFrodo<\/h4>\n
\nYet that knowledge he did not want
\nKnowledge of what lay in the shadows
\nOf Mordor black.<\/p>\n
\nHe did not want to go
\nAnd see the Eye seeking him
\nThrough the shadows of Mordor black.<\/p>\n
\nAnd looking at those he loved
\nHe could not let the Eye seek them
\nThrough the shadows of Mordor black<\/p>\n
\nAnd wisdom he got each day
\nShowing mercy and carrying his burden
\nThrough the shadows of Mordor black<\/p>\n
\nNow he is home, his burden released
\nYet the shadows still haunt him
\nThe shadows of Mordor black.<\/p>\n
\nHe left long ago, seeking peace
\nYet with peace that he saved his friends
\nFrom the shadows of Mordor black.<\/p>\n