A Shieldmaiden and a Warrior


In days of old the sun would shine on hills of green.
In days of old the sun would reflect the water.
In days of old a child was born ‘neath the sun,
And this child was Éomund’s daughter.
Her eyes were grey as a river in rain
And golden and long was her hair.
Her stature was fragile, easy to break,
And for her country most did she care.
Always she watched as her brother rode forth
To fight in the battles for the free,
But from her aching heart she’d always ask:
“Wilt thou not even stay for me?”
A shield maiden is born to fight,
This is what Éowyn believed, no matter the cost,
A shield maiden is born to ride out,
But ne’er did she ride out, her heart was lost.
“Wilt my brother e’er let me ride out with him,
Just as he had promised as a child long ago?
Wilt my brother ever wait for me,
So together we can battle the foe?”
In days of old the sun would shine on hills of green.
In days of old the water would swiftly run
In days of old a child was born to be great,
And this child was Éomund’s sun.
His hair was golden in the sunshine,
His eyes were grey and deep,
His courage was a virtue,
And safe his country would he keep.
He rode out to fight for his people,
He rode out to fight for his home,
He rode out to fight for his sister,
And ever the lands would he roam.
But just like a river rolls grey,
In the depths there is but just one stone,
And Éomer felt the stone neath the river,
For he too, was ever alone.
“Wilt I ever get to see peace again in this world?
Wilt I ever get to see people safe at last?
We are dealing now in the future,
I am done now, we’ve already dealt with the past.”
In days of old when the sun would shine bright,
And the waters would run fast and clear,
Two children were born in the moonlight:
Éowyn and Éomer dear.

- Queen of Gondor