Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or anything related to Lord of the Rings.

I am not, per say, what you would call creative when it comes to writing poems, but this was a writing assignment, and I liked how it turned out. It is a poem about Eowyn 'Dernhelm' and Merry at Pelannor Fields. Based off the book. I am aware that I left out Eomer, it was not intentional, but I couldn't find a way to add him in.

In the early light.

Rohirrim shields glinted bright.

The Chief Nazgul, Lord of Fell Riders,

Dove for Theoden, King of Rohirric Riders.

Fast fell Snowmane, King Theoden's bane.

Mortally wounding Theoden, killing his bane.

But, lo!, one rider still stood to defend,

His fallen lord, father and friend.

Tall he was, but short against his foe

and great was the Rider of Rohan's woe.

But firm stood the Rider

against the mace, Blood Biter.

The Rider tore off his secrecy,

Revealing her true identity.

For, yes, Eowyn it was shieldmaiden

On whom many trials had been laden.

Her sword rang as it was drawn,

The Fell Beast was now gone.

The Fell Rider stood up like a tower,

But still she did not cower.

He broke her arm

then rose to do her deadly harm.

But, as he leaned forward,

He fell toward her.

Suddenly Eowyn dealt her stroke before her.

His dark head she clove asunder.

As his foul crown fell a great cry went up,

Then, as it rose, it was swallowed up.

From behind the creature that had lost the bout,

Meriadoc the hobbit peered out.

Crying her name, he rushed to her side,

Then he flew to Theoden King; he had died,

as Merry's heart cried "Why?"

The fallen were taken away,

And to Eowyn, her life was not betrayed.

Yet she would live and would heal,

If one would yet before her kneel.