Drabble: Dutiful Daughter (Eowyn)
May. 28th, 2009 12:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanaquiljallSo, a fandom friend had a bad accident a few weeks back, and I offered to write a get-well drabble for her. It only took me three weeks....
She asked for Éowyn as "not a deserter". The drabble is based on MadGamgee's very interesting essay, which competed in the MEFAs, about how Éowyn has competing duties placed on her, including her duty as a member of the King's household to defend and avenge other members of the household on the battlefield.
Muse, of course, decided to make the task even harder by insisting I not only write 100 words but also attempt to produce Anglo-Saxon alliterative verse. *glares at muse and mutters: see, this is why I ignore you and go and write in fandoms with muses that make my life easy*
Dutiful Daughter
Loyalty and love hath she given her liege-lord
Counsel and comfort to brother and blood-kind.
No oaths offered nor owned, yet fealty is forged:
Her sword sings for the House of Eorl!
Duty in dark days demanded a dry-nurse
For frightened folk fleeing to haunted Hold.
This latest leave-taking is loss more mordant than monkshood.
Swift steeds striding through Sunlending to Mundburg
Would carry kin beyond ken and blade's beat.
Apart, in anguish, unhanded of honour,
Voided of vengeance ere death devours her?
Nay! At hearth-lord's hand in bloody battle
She will serve as shieldmaiden to the House of Eorl.
*checks flist nervously to make sure they haven't keeled over at the shock of seeing something Tolkienish from me*
She asked for Éowyn as "not a deserter". The drabble is based on MadGamgee's very interesting essay, which competed in the MEFAs, about how Éowyn has competing duties placed on her, including her duty as a member of the King's household to defend and avenge other members of the household on the battlefield.
Muse, of course, decided to make the task even harder by insisting I not only write 100 words but also attempt to produce Anglo-Saxon alliterative verse. *glares at muse and mutters: see, this is why I ignore you and go and write in fandoms with muses that make my life easy*
Dutiful Daughter
Loyalty and love hath she given her liege-lord
Counsel and comfort to brother and blood-kind.
No oaths offered nor owned, yet fealty is forged:
Her sword sings for the House of Eorl!
Duty in dark days demanded a dry-nurse
For frightened folk fleeing to haunted Hold.
This latest leave-taking is loss more mordant than monkshood.
Swift steeds striding through Sunlending to Mundburg
Would carry kin beyond ken and blade's beat.
Apart, in anguish, unhanded of honour,
Voided of vengeance ere death devours her?
Nay! At hearth-lord's hand in bloody battle
She will serve as shieldmaiden to the House of Eorl.
*checks flist nervously to make sure they haven't keeled over at the shock of seeing something Tolkienish from me*
