Poetry Contest

[Lady Thealtuwen]

Love writing poems and want others to know about them? Why not post them here! I love reading about them. Just PM me with your entry and I'll post it here.

If your an administrator and you wish to help me judge this catagory, then all you have to do is PM me and ask!

[Gondor Girl]

Can we just post them here, or do we have to PM you first?

[Lady Thealtuwen]

i wouldn't mind if you posted them here first, or pm'd them to me first...either way im satisfied

[Gondor Girl]

All right. It's ok to have non-lotr ones too, right?

The River in the Valley

I peer down into the valley;
see the pattern that it weaves
and spy a lonely alley
made of branches and leaves.

The shelter of trees has a secret,
something hiding deep within.
As I come ever closer, I see it there,
the place where a trickling river begins.

The quiet flow is like a hummingbird
who has stopped its wings.
And still the river’s proud and
strong like a newly crowned king.

My eyes follow the river
as it flows beneath my feet.
They stop at the edge where I can see no more;
where land and river seem to meet.

I cannot see the end, of course,
of the quiet river bed.
And yet, I still do wonder
where this river does head.

Perhaps it continues on straight
ahead, maybe turning once or twice,
allowing a soft, smooth journey downstream,
and a slow speed would suffice.

Maybe it turns first this way,
then that as on and on it goes,
growing faster, more dangerous with
every turn as this winding river flows.

It might flow down until it stops
at the bottom of a hill that is steep.
Or it might just flow into a pond or lake,
filling in holes that are deep.

As I ponder the course of the river
I watch as it simply floats along,
holding lily pads, cattails, flowers,
and stones, and even a little green frog.

But they don’t seem to worry about
where or how the river might bend.
And I wonder if, like them, we also should
stop worrying over how thing might end.

For life’s like a river, you only can
see what lies directly ahead.
You never will know how the water
will flow, or if it will stop instead.

And we’re like the lily pad or the little
green frog, we float as the river goes on.
We don’t choose where we go, all we have
to do is decide how we will respond.

As I leave the river to go to my home,
I hear its sounds behind me.
And now I know that as often as I can,
by the river is where you’ll find me.

[Gondor Girl]

The Sounds of Music

What are the sounds that make beautiful music?

Are they trumpets?
Their golden horns blaring,
crying, yelling at listeners,
blasting the melody for all to hear.

Are they flutes?
Whistling, singing, humming,
as reflections dance in the silver,
notes flying higher than the sky.

Are they cymbals?
Crashing, bashing, smashing,
banging out the beat,
ringing out loud in golden tones.

Are they voices?
Singing, flying, soaring,
floating overhead, echoing,
flowing through rooms like streams.

What are the sounds that make beautiful music?

Blaring, crying, yelling, blasting,
whistling, singing, humming, dancing,
flying, crashing, bashing, smashing,
banging, ringing, floating, soaring,
echoing, flowing, ringing, dinging,

Are they the sounds that bring to life notes off a page?

[Gondor Girl]

The Story of Eowyn (PART ONE)

One warm summer night,
while lying in bed,
many, many thoughts
filled the little boy’s head.

Why was his mother sick?
This never occurred.
She was always healthy,
(which was very absurd.)

Suddenly, in the night,
what did he hear?
A noise filled the air:
the sound of a tear.

He crept out of his room
to find out why.
For he thought he had heard
a baby cry.

When he entered the room,
he saw standing by,
his wonderful father
with a tear in his eye.

He was instantly frightened,
yet kept looking on.
Was his mother alright?
Or... was she gone?

No, she was not gone.
She was simply at rest.
In her arms was a bundle,
nestled up against her breast.

He snuck ever closer,
and then in a whisper,
his mother said, “Son,
meet your new baby sister.”

He came a bit closer,
and there what he saw
was a baby in the bundle,
the size of a doll.

His father said to him
“Her name is Eowyn.”
“Eowyn,” the boy repeated,
then he let out a grin.

The baby was tiny,
and oh, so frail.
Her hair was golden,
and her face very pale.

Eomer was sent back to bed,
and as he sat in his room.
He looked out the window
at the bright full moon.

He did not know that this
was the beginning of a life
filled with love and with laughter,
but also with strife.

[Gondor Girl]

(sry for so many posts, but I want to finish posting this poem)

(PART TWO)

As Eomer grew older,
so did his sister.
And Eowyn was happier
than anyone could have wished her.

She played with her brother
and all of his pals,
because there were not
many Edoras gals.

She was taught how to fight
with only a stick,
but she surprised the boys
when she picked it up quick.

By Hama the guard
how to read she was taught.
And he was a good teacher,
so her mother thought.

She played with her father
and brother and such.
And in playing with them
she learned very much.

Yes, all this was good,
until one fateful day,
when at the age of seven
her fun passed away.

The king heard it one day;
a warning full of fear:
“A band of orcs is coming.
They’re coming right here!”

He sent out some riders
to stop the onslaught.
He was sure they’d be safe.
At least...that’s what he thought.

When the riders returned
from true victory,
there was only one missing
that Théoden could see.

He went straight to the home
of his sister to tell
of what happened in battle
and how her husband fell.

Shortly after the news
Lady Theodwyn grew sick.
The disease was disastrous
and it came on very quick.

Not long after this,
Theodwyn took her last breath,
and her family mourned
because of her death.

King Théoden took pity
on his nephew and niece,
and he wondered how he
could give them some peace.

So he took them both in,
and made them his own.
He hoped they’d be grateful
for the love that he’d shown.

Eomer used riding
to drown out his grief,
but poor little Eowyn
could find no relief.

She stayed with her uncle
for nearly eight years,
until one normal day,
a stranger appeared.

He was a strange man
with a much odder way
of getting what he wanted
from anyone, any day.

He came for one reason
and one reason alone.
He wanted to rule Rohan
on Theoden’s throne.

But he told no one this,
no, indeed he conspired,
for helping the king
was what he said he desired.

King Theoden didn’t know
that Grima was mean.
It was a quality
that he had not yet seen.

[Gondor Girl]

(PART THREE)

So Grima became
the king’s new counselor,
but he spent half his time
chasing after the girl.

For the next several years
Eowyn fought to be free
from the words of Grima Wormtongue
and his false trickery.

While she fought a battle
that was all but won,
old Theoden was falling victim
to the evil Wormtongue.

One day the full force
of Grima was seen
when that horrible Wormtongue
came up with a scheme.

He called for young Theodred,
the king’s only son,
and sent him to a battle
that could not be won.

Sure enough, poor Theodred
was found to be dead,
and it struck his poor cousins
like a blow to the head.

But Grima was not done,
no definitely not now.
He had to get rid
of Eomer, but how?

Well, he thought of a way
and he though of it quick;
a way to get rid of the man
who just made him sick.

He banished poor Eomer
he kicked him right out,
and then went to Eowyn
who had begun to pout.

While Eomer was gone
poor Eowyn’s mood
was about as good
as burnt, rotten food.

Meanwhile, Eomer was out
hunting orcs in his land
and helping anybody
who needed a hand.

One day, he came upon
some very strange folk
and he thought that their mission
was just a big joke.

He sent them to Edoras,
how well that may be,
though why they were here
was yet a mystery.

When they arrived the learned
that all was distraught,
for things in Edoras
were not as they ought.

At the door of Meduseld
the mission was paused,
but only for a moment
because of the laws.

The guard, Hama, however
was a very kind man,
and let Gandalf the wizard
keep his staff in his hand.

This proved very useful,
or so everyone learned,
when Gandalf freed Theoden
and the tide was turned.

[Lady Thealtuwen]

here are the catagories:

LOTR related
Romance
Comedy
General/Angst
Action

Non-LOTR related
Romance
Comeday
Genral/Angst
Action

so if you want to enter anything under these,
that way I can sort them easier

[Gondor Girl]

(PART FOUR)

Grima was sent away
to everyone’s joy,
but then Theoden learned
of the death of his boy.

Thus, a funeral was given
to honor the fallen.
Eowyn sang a song
while all else were bawling.

After the funeral
there came a surprise
when two children arrived
before everyone’s eyes.

They spoke of the horror
of Saruman’s work,
and how, in Edoras,
the king should not lurk.

Theoden moved out his people,
they made for Helm’s Deep,
for there they’d be safe
in the well-guarded keep.

On the way, young Eowyn
learned many a thing,
of Aragorn and his companions
but naught of the Ring.

Then suddenly, out of nowhere
there came a great shout,
Saruman’s wargs had been spotted,
by a far-ahead scout.

The men went to fight,
as Eowyn wanted to,
but Theoden said “No!
Lead them on! I trust you.”

So the people continued
until they had reached
the place of the Hornburg
that had never been breached.

Shortly after arriving
the tired men retuned,
and of Aragorn’s fall
a sad Eowyn learned.

Sad and heartbroken
poor Eowyn cried,
for she thought that she knew
that Aragorn had died.

But then, to her surprise,
and to her delight,
Aragorn came to Helm’s Deep
with the coming of light.

However, the news that
he brought was of war.
“10,000 orcs are coming
by nightfall, my lord.”

This saddened the king
and also his men,
for many orcs were coming:
a thousand times ten.

They prepared for the battle
for all the day long,
all the while they pondered
what else could go wrong.

Eowyn was anxious;
she wanted to fight
in the battle that probably
would last the whole night.

But her uncle disagreed,
that wouldn’t be safe.
So he told her she’d stay
with the women in the caves.

Eowyn grew angry
for she wanted to fight,
but she ended up doing
what the king thought was right.

All night the battle
of the Hornburg did rage,
and Eowyn felt cooped up
like a bird in a cage.

Well, finally it was over
and hooray! They had won,
for in the morning, Gandalf
and the Rohirrim had come.

Eowyn was happy
for the great victory,
but of Aragorn’s survival
more happy was she.

[Gondor Girl]

(PART FIVE)

Not long after the battle
the king did depart
to see Saruman’s home,
now newly torn apart.

When the men returned,
the mood had changed, it appeared.
For there at Isengard,
their joy disappeared.

For more war was needed,
that now was known,
for Pippin had looked
into the Orthanc stone.

As Gandalf took Pippin
and went far away,
in Edoras the others
for now had to stay.

But soon they received
a message displayed:
“The beacons are lit!
Gondor calls for aid!”

So Theoden answered,
to Gondor they would ride.
but Eowyn and Merry
would not be by his side.

So Eowyn took Merry
and together they went
to the Dunharrow pass
to join all the men.

Theoden gave Eowyn
her orders one day,
but he knew not then
that she would not stay.

So disguised as a rider,
as Dernhelm the strong,
she set out on a road
that was three days long.

When they got to the city,
they saw a horrible sight.
The orcs were already there,
as they had been all night.

The riders had courage
and bravery to spare,
so they found it easy to slaughter
all the orcs that were there.

Then what to their eyes
should untimely appear
but a herd of oliphaunts
with their riders. Oh dear!

[Gondor Girl]

(PART SIX)

But Eowyn rode right in-
she was ready to fight.
And for quite a while
she was doing all right.

But she was suddenly knocked
off her horse to the ground,
with all of those oliphaunts
still marching around.

But then she looked around
and saw, almost dead,
poking out under a horse
was Theoden’s head.

There was a great beast there
with a rider as well.
“Feast on his flesh,”
the rider did yell.

But Eowyn grew angry
and ran right between
her uncle and the rider
who was terribly mean.

“Do not come between
a Nazgul and his prey.
Or,” said the rider,
“I’ll throw you away.”

“You will not touch him,”
the poor soldier said.
Then the great beast came at her
and she cut off its head.

The Nazgul got mad,
and rightfully so,
for he had just suffered
a terrible blow.

He walked over to Eowyn
and started swinging his mace.
He probably aimed
to hit the soldier in the face.

But Eowyn was strong
and fought valiantly,
until a blow to her shoulder
brought the girl to her knees.

She was about to die
when up from behind,
came a hobbit,
with only one goal in mind.

Eowyn stood up, unhindered,
and with one tiny breath,
muttered, “I am no man,”
and sent the Nazgul to his death.

Eowyn fell backward
with quite an injury:
a broken arm, and a shoulder
touched by the rider’s fury.

For with the fallen foe
comes an illness, almost death,
that many people call
the fatal “black breath”.

In addition to the illness,
another sadness loomed,
for the fallen horse had sent
the king of Rohan to his doom.

Eowyn and Merry lay
hurt on the ground,
until, along with the king,
by the soldiers they were found.

They were taken into the city,
and then they both were brought
to the houses of healing
to rest, as they ought.

[Lady Thealtuwen]

I'll be glad to read these!
thanks

[Gondor Girl]

(PART SEVEN-THE FINAL PART)

There they were healed
by the hands of the Dunedan,
for in the ways of herbs and plants,
he was a very skilled man.

When Eowyn awoke,
Lord Aragorn was gone,
and because she was bored
she went out to the lawn.

Out in the courtyard
poor Faramir stood.
She was happy to see him
for conversing is good.

For a long time the captain
and the lady in white
stood discussing certain things,
like darkness and light.

Then as they stood,
no longer alone,
the two fell in love,
in that city of stone.

Eowyn decided
to leave her old home,
and to go with her Faramir,
wherever they may roam.

When the others returned
from the battle at the gate,
they knew it was time
to finally celebrate.

Everyone was happy
for the destruction of the Ring,
and then Aragorn was crowned
as Gondor’s new king.

King Aragorn gave Faramir
an honor among men
when he made him the Prince
of fair Ithilien.

When all was said and done,
Faramir took Eowyn by the hand,
and together, with many others,
they moved into their new land.

Eowyn dwelt in Ithilien
with her Faramir so dear,
and with her new son Elboron,
for many a long, long year.

Of the rest of the story,
not much can be told,
except that she lived in Ithilien
until she was very old.

But the story that has been told
is very great indeed,
for Eowyn was the girl that fought
for anyone in need.

THE END (Sorry for the length, but I was going for long!)

[Lady Thealtuwen]

alright thank yah!!
((i'll have a lot of summer reading ))