I was a stranger to hope
and counted my life’s breath
poor
Nothing to live for
Save a valiant death.


They called me cold
though beautiful
—shieldmaiden.
I knew no haven
A sword kept dull.


The years I’d spent
waiting,
fading,
all my heart craving
to fight in battle raging.


The blow I struck
snuffed
at last
my fire’s blast
To death I cry, “Enough!”


Still a stranger,
Without my sword
I wandered lost
Knew I’d paid a heavy cost
In service to my lord.


Then I was found
at the House of Healing
Amid a warmth so new,
patiently it grew
this foreign feeling.


New life was born
I heard its song
whispering in my ear
In the voice of Faramir
I found where I belong.


(May the rumours prove unfounded, and enough of the romance be shown to satisfy...)

- Lindar7