Eowyn
I was standing on the balcony and chilling on a day
I'm de-stressing, it's depressing up in Rohan you might say
Creeper Grima Wormtongue's tryna get the King dethroned
And my brother's somewhere other while at I'm left to wait at home
Even our flag is flailing downward when the stranger comes along
Kinda rugged when he's mugging but I like him—is that wrong?
I don't get to know him too well till they get into a brawl
The creep's little peeps get their clocks cleaned one and all
The battle with the Wizard came upon us all too soon
We'll be dead, let's leave instead, said the King—Be gone by noon!
Wargs fell upon us as our journey we did make
Aragorn was lost and mourned till we learned of our mistake
Ranked in thousands all against us, the Uruk-Hai stood
At Helm's Deep, strong and steep, we did the best we could
Our triumph was a glad one, but our joy was only chance
We drank a cup, then all woke up, for a Hobbit's foolish glance
I wish I could be Aragorn's before it is too late
I fear the age, and the cage that will ever be my fate
But our paths were soon diverted, he had a mission of his own
And his plan, so like a man, was to head out alone
Though I knew his friends would follow, both the dwarf and the elf
I had courage and the urge to go after him myself
But he told me that between us there was nothing but a dream
He was leaving, I was grieving for what it all had seemed
Though the king had ordered otherwise I knew what would be best
Took up arms, hid my charms and rode out with all the rest
We rallied long the line of the Fields of Pelennor
Saw the smoke, which had choked all the hope out of Gondor
Now for wrath, now for ruin, and a sun rising red
Ever forward, ever towards the battle our King led
With Oliphants and orcs the field was nearly overrun
There was fighting, there was smiting and I thought that we had won
But a shriek shook our forces and my fear no man can tell
Raised my sword to guard my lord though the beast was swift and fell
And I took down the rider, but I had failed at one great thing
In the strife was lost the life of my uncle and my king.
I hear my brother found me in the fields of dawning day
I was lying, I was dying and my face and arm were gray
In the Healing Houses Aragorn tended to me as a friend
I met a man, our love began and so my story meets its end.