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1. Éowyn, my fair one

Éowyn, my fair one, my ever fierce love,
Thou art as steel, thy heart as stone
Shieldmaiden, hast thou yet learned the language of the sword?
O shall I teach thee flesh and bone?

Hair so bright though head be bowed
And thy throat so white, that catches whimpers
Knowest thou not that sword seeks lodging there first, robs tongue of speech?
O shall I teach thee the power of whispers?

Tip of blade, trace breast to belly,
Spread limb from limb, seeking lips
Shieldmaiden, hast thou yet learned the language of the sword?
O shall I teach thy tongue to trip—

On taste of flesh, that war feasts on?
On body's bones before thee biered?
Knowest thou not that sword seeks lodging there first, robs tongue of speech?
O shall I lay thee down, my dear?

Bloodless beauty, bosom bitter
Blessèd he who breaks thy heart
Shieldmaiden, hast thou yet learned the language of the sword?
O shall I teach thee what thou art?

Heart and hands, hair and hips
Thigh and leg and throat and loins
Knowest thou not that sword seeks lodging there first?
Eyes and bowels, ears and breast,
Flank and finger and flesh and groin
Shieldmaiden, hast thou yet leared the language of the sword?
O shall I teach thee how to fear?


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Story Information

Author: Dwimordene

Status: Reviewed

Completion: Complete

Era: 3rd Age - The Stewards

Genre: Poetry

Rating: General

Last Updated: 03/15/04

Original Post: 02/17/03

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Eowyn, my fair one

Chathol-linn - 01 Apr 07 - 5:32 AM

Ch. 1: Éowyn, my fair one

If ever a poem captured Gríma's relationship to Éowyn, it's this. If you want to know the depths of desire as expressed through menace, this is it.  I have not read a love poem more chilling, either within or outside the fandom. Clean, concise, and beautifully characterized. It's Tolkien as told by Edgar Allen Poe. Lovely job.

Eowyn, my fair one

Dwimordene - 01 Apr 07 - 12:10 PM

Ch. 1: Éowyn, my fair one

Thanks, Chathol-linn! I wrote Grima as a summation of female fears--the predator lurking and waiting to strike, to take down everyone around her just in order to get to her finally.

I'm glad that portrayal was effective!

Dwim


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