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[aid] => mick
[title] => Of Eowyn And Faramir
[time] => 2004-05-06 14:05:06
[hometext] => Another poetic tale inspired by Tolkien's great work, The Lord of The Ring. Hope I do it justice with this my meager attempt. I find the tale of their romance enchanting and decided to put it into poetic rhyme... adieu and bon chance!
[bodytext] => It is a tale of painful heartbreaks of an unrequited lover and a disconsolate son but in the ends a joyous tale awaits for when these two souls are united as one the first is the lady most beautiful and fair the Lady Eowyn the fairest of the Rohirrim lost for the love of Aragorn and torn by despair in this world of the living nothing holds her to dream wounded in battle by blows from Nazgul mace wounded in heart by a love that was not hers to receive left behind to heal and to recuperate her grace but perchance a soul can't be mended as the body is days she spent under the matron's worried eyes in the healing house confined her pacings devoid of joys to the east her eyes would wander, her heart likewise where Aragorn, her brother Eomer and brave soldiers faced Mordor's ploys a wish in her wounded heart, a dream perchance to ride with those heroes to death and into glory for as this world no longer holds a chance than her only hope is to die at least with majesty the second the Lord Faramir the most beloved of Gondor's captains brother to Boromir the firstborn of Denethor slain by Orcish arrows blamed for a crime he was never responsible nor by actions the loss of a son by a father who mourns in sorrow accused of consorting with Gandalf by his own sire the prey of Denethor's disturbed mind, a sacrifice for sorrows wounded by Nazgul dart as he vainly fought a losing venture singed by fires as mad Denethor sought to have him burnt in the barrows but returned he was to the world of the living called forth by the touch of a king and the aroma of Athelas mourning the loss of a brother to enemies and temptations of the ring grieving for a father whose love he lost to madness and a Palantir's mental grasp as he sat on rooftop gardens his eyes are also to the east in his mind the hopes of a subject received of his rightful king his dreams are of peace and the foretelling of lasting bliss for his eyes have seen the cold beauty of a maiden of the Rohirrim to the matron of the healing house under whose charge they both lay a request was asked by Lord Faramir for Eowyn to join him on the rooftops in the gardens they both would spent their hours of each day both looking to the east as a succour for their tears and sobs how cold at first their touches were just looks and helpful nudge for the cold wild maiden from the plains is truly distraught in Eowyn's soul an empty place where none dare trudge in Faramir's heart the hopeful blossoms of a romance that he sought hours they would spent on the rooftop gardens above often in silence just the company of one and the other then one day he held out his hand to assist her to strove walking by and by a hand in each others would they wander then the silence he did break asking of her affections to Aragorn he questioned her of her hopes of battle and glorious valour for the love that she mistook may not be romance but a soldier's bond it is often that a soldier would deign to feel for a king's noble demeanour the love of a subject to a king is not romantic in nature but a recognition of noble threads upon the mantle of kings such love was her affection lost as she was in her dreams of valour that she mistook upon a whim of Aragorn as more than her king until at last she did agree her love for Aragorn was perhaps a whim but now she reveals that her soul was indeed now empty for without that love there is nothing left for her to dream he held out his arm to her again but this time not as a helpful deed but as a man for a lady who holds his heart as hostage "I might not be a king" said Faramir "but will you Eowyn be my queen?" "only a captain am I but for your love a kingdom I will create" "I pledge my love to thee my lady O! beatiful Eowyn" his hand did she took with a tear in her eye for indeed in attendance each day on the rooftop gardens a feeling did creep into her soul and her love did fly for the man she has grown to love in the silence they both warrants "What would you want my lord, with a wild maiden without guile?" asked Eowyn amidst tears of joy as she melt into his embrace "What more could I ask for but of your beauty and sweet smile" said Faramir as he gently kissed her slightly upturned face so united into one their souls entwined at last the Steward of Gondor and the cold maiden from the plains by love's gentle grace they emerge from their pasts as lovers often do as they are healed by love's refrain In Ithillien did they dwell, Minas Ithil rebuild as Prince and Princess to serve the grace of Gondor's King such sweet bliss they have wed by Aragorn's will to their dying days in love and hand in hand they cling [comments] => 5 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Baronhawk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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